Merp...here's another chap (finally)...now..what chap did I leave off at? Oh yeah...
Chapter 12
What she saw was a Big Brother...yet not a Big Brother. The top part of him was Big Bro...but from the waist down it obviously wasn't. Instead of the usual Big Bro pants this guy had actual legs; dinosaur-like legs, and a long tail. Also unlike a 'normal' Big Bro, he had large fangs jutting out of his mouth from his lower jaw. He was as tall as an average Big Bro, but she couldn't tell what his coloration was, due to it being night.
His face was full of concern and kindness and his eyes seemed to draw her in. Her legs felt like rubber and her heart was in her throat as a feeling overswept her. She knew this feeling...one she had wanted to experence again for so long...yet dreaded.
No... She thought as she took a step back.
"It's ok miss, I won't hurt ya..." the Big Bro-like creature said as he stepped toward her.
Hoards of thoughts and emotions were zipping through Dementa's head, but the most dominate was fear: fear of causing suffering to others. She cowered a moment, in a submissive positure, then suddenly she bolted, blindly running away from him.
Why...WHY must the gods torment me so!? She thought as she ran, ignoring the strangers calls to her.
Blinded by her tears and confusion, she didn't see the large rock in her path. She tripped and tumbled down a hill. She must had hit her head on something...for she was unconscious by the time she hit the bottom...
When Dementa regained consciousness she could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin. Groaning slightly she opened her eyes and looked around.
She was near a small, gently glowing stream in a small clearing. There was good sized rock that was behind her and lots a soft moss around it. Not far away was the rements of a campfire.
Who brought me here? she thought as she went to stand up, only to find her left ankle wouldn't support her weight.
Surpressing a cry a pain, sat back down and looked at her ankle. It was swollen and scraped up from the rock she tripped on.
Looks like I am not going anyway fast for awhile... she thought, frowning in dismay.
"Ah, you are awake finally." a familiar voice said not far away.
Dementa stiffened, now remembering the events of the night before. Slowly she turned to look in the direction the voice came from. There, just entering the clearing, was the same male she ran away from last night, only now she can see clearly his coloration: green with tan underparts and lighter green stripes. His eyes were the typical scarlet, like most sligs.
"I was starting to get worried about ya." he said as he dropped a couple of paramite carcasses onto the ground, "You had taken a nasty spill."
She wanted to say something, but all that came out was a barely auditable 'merp', which he heard and looked over at her.
"Aw I am not that scary looking am I?" he said as he knelt by her.
Dementa did answer. Her mind was reeling with thoughts, feelings, and memories. She was so stiff that she was trembling. Her eyes were so affixed on his face that she didn't notice at first that he was reaching up with a hand to stroke her face. Once she did...she reacted immediately.
"No...don't touch me!" she cried, moving away from him.
"Why? I said I wasn't going to hurt ya..." he said, a baffled look on his face.
"Because..." she broke into sobs, "if you do you'll be in pain...a lot of pain..."
He scratched his chin. "I didn't have any trouble when carrying ya here..." he said.
"It would have to be skin to skin contact..."
He shrugged. "Like I said...I didn't have any trouble."
Dementa shallowed thickly and studied his face: as far as she could tell he wasn't lieing to her. Could it be he was somehow immune to her harm touch? There was only one way to be sure. Hesitantly, she took off one of her gloves and touched him on the arm. Nothing, not even a flinch.
"H h h h how...?" she stammered, breaking out in tears again, "How are you immune to it?"
"Even if I knew what you were talking about I wouldn't know." he said with another shrug, "Anyway, names Hunter...and you are?"
She started to say 'Dementa', but she paused and said a name she had long forgotten...
"Authia..." she said.
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