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[Emile Avaant]

Emile reminded himself once more to pick someone lighter the next time he hunted.

He'd stumbled upon one of those religious nut jobs (who reminded him quite a lot of his parents, in more ways than one) while exploring the forest. Now, if Emile was anything, he was an opportunist so he quite gladly took the chance to feed, opting for a quick kill rather than playing games for once, snapping the neck quickly with a twist.

The man wasn't actually that old but he was quite heavy, even for the boy who could easily snap a man in half! He grunted, finding a large oak he heaved the body onto his shoulder and began to slowly but steadily climb, using the knots in the bark as feet holds and making his own hand holds when he couldn't find any. After about two minutes he reached a branch maybe twenty feet up and draped the body across, stomach side down. He giggled, laying down on the branch himself, top half resting upon the corpses back he got himself comfortable position and rather bluntly ripped the mans back open with his fingers.

He purred to himself as he reached in, fished around (he giggled more at the squishy sounds) and pulled out his blood stained hand, complete with heart. He bit the organ in half and chewed, realizing a second too late he'd just spilled blood all down his dress. He groaned childishly, hanging one leg over the side he went back to plucking out organs - then he'd get to work on the other stuff, if he was still hungry. He'd have to get the brain out sometime (but he found that maybe a little icky to do).

He glanced down at the leaf covered floor below, listening to the faint sounds in the distance. He knew he'd get the drop on anyone, and be safe from any other zombies who wanted to try and steal his kill - hence why he'd dragged the rather large hefty man up the side of the tree in the first place.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

Kyle didn't much like it when she had to move away from Rustboro, especially since that was where all of her friends were; her clinic. Not to mention all of the medical supplies that she would need to take care of any minor scrapes that she would have acquired... As well as to take care of someone else if the case called for it. Needless to say, she was severely out of her element. What had brought her to Quaker Meadow, even more to the zombie filled woods? Well, her stupid academic studies led her here. She discovered that there was a plant that had never had the toxin, and had even been known to alleviate some of the more... dramatic effects of the disease after consuming it.

While she wasn't actively trying to find a cure, she figured that any lead was a good lead to follow up on. Even if it did mean throwing herself into harms way. She considered hiring a band of Raiders to do the work for her, but she doubted they would understand how to treat the plant; nor where and how to find it. So, it was all up to her. Once again, much to her dismay.

As she made her way through the woods, with the sun high in the sky, she prayed that she didn't end up disturbing a nest of Zombies or something. Did they sleep alone? Or did they sleep in packs? Like wolves? Oh, she prayed that they slept alone. While the thought was somehow comical of her stepping on top of a sleeping zombie and then being chased out of the woods by hordes of them, she really didn't want to put herself in that position. This was a difficult enough position to be in, let alone with knowing that she was going to become someone's breakfast.

She walked slowly, breathing as quietly as she could, despite the fact that her heart had been pounding since she entered the woods, and hasn't stopped, despite the fact that she had been there for well over an hour. She bit her bottom lip as she trekked through the forest, attempting to remain as silent as possible. Just... Don't... Step on a twig... Or... Breathe too loud... Or draw attention to yourself in anyway shape or form. Boyscout would kill me if I was attacked by zombies. She let out a nervous giggle at herself, and then immediately slapped a hand to her mouth.

There was a loud, disgusting squishing noise coming from the tree above her. She gasped and looked up, her hand immediately going to the knife at her hip. "What the--" she saw the corpse hanging lifelessly from the tree branch. It took everything that she had to not get sick on the spot. She pressed her free hand to her mouth, attempting to force the vomit back into her throat. Her eyes lit up in horror as she realized what she was staring at, a boy: a boy zombie. She took a step back, her heart literally ceasing to beat for a few seconds.

Shit.

[Emile Avaant]

Emile glanced up at the giggle; or rather, he glanced down. And low and behold there stood a woman, human by the scent of her. She wasn't infected, and he briefly weighed up making her a meal too, but decided against it. Effort, for one thing, but two she didn't seem like the type who'd cause trouble for him. If she'd been armed with a actual gun, then he'd be more likely to have simply killed her for his own safety.

He stared at her for several more seconds before he simply smiled and waved.

"Hello Miss. I'm Emile. You're not one of those religious crazies are you?" He pointed to the dead man with a smile "They're just mental and stuff. I listen to them preach and pray for God to save them, or something. Like my parents, actually, but I think they're dead now too. They locked me in the basement to save me I think. I don't miss them, cause all the EVER talked about was how Rapture was coming."

He paused and frowned

"So is THIS Rapture?" He raised an eyebrow with a smile as he looked back down to her and frowned "Sorry, I ramble alot at times. Um, i won't eat you or anything. Atleast not now. Its not every day someone comes into this place and by your clothes you must be... A nurse! Which means you're looking for something, right? Like people to help? You won't find anyone here 'cept crazies and us. Or me, cause i'm not like, everyone else in this forest."

Finally, Emile stopped talking and frowned, pushing the pretty much empty corpse of the branch, then immediately regretting it, realizing he was still hungry.

"... I don't even know why I did that. I was still hungry so I go and push the guy off the branch." He sighed childishly and dropped down onto the lower branches, nearly loosing his footing but managing to regain it quickly as he looked to the corpse and crinkled his nose, and said the epitome of what would probably mind screw a lot of the sane population. Here was a zombie who'd eat a person alive-

"Now it has dirt on it..."

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

Her mind was reeling. He was... only a child, and already suffered the affliction of being a zombie. By the way he spoke, she knew that he was still mostly there. Not enough there to realize that eating human flesh was... Disgusting, and just wrong. But... She pushed the thoughts aside. Now was not the time to be sympathetic, nor the time to over analyze. She was staring a zombie in the face... Now was the time to shut her brain off. Well, not completely off... That could end just as badly as rambling in her own thoughts. Stop thinking. Wait...

She swallowed a dry lump in her throat and watched the boy as he continued to speak. It was strange to hear him go on and on about the Crusaders and their ideals. Especially considering what he was. Wasn't he supposed to just... Not care? Or something? Kyle hadn't the faintest idea. She had never truthfully dealt with a Zombie on this level before. Those that walked into her clinic generally left quietly, or had to be 'put down.' Thinking in terms similar to what she had been taught in veterinary school made it easier to see them as... something less than human. While that's what they technically were, she still couldn't help but see them as like her; thinking, breathing beings.

So, is THIS Rapture? Kyle opened her mouth to say something, but then simply shrugged and shook her head. In truth, she hadn't a clue. She wasn't really raised in that religious of an environment. While she had heard the phrase before, it wasn't as though she knew enough to offer any real answer or explanation. Thankfully, however, he started rambling on about how he was... well, rambling. It was cute... In it's own... demonic child kind of way.

Kyle looked down at her clothes, and nodded at his assessment. She cleared her throat and ran a hand over the back of her neck. "I didn't really think that I'd find anyone that wanted to be saved out here. Normally when Zombies set up camp like this, they're beyond redemption anyway. I'm looking for a plant." she said, still keeping her hand discretely on her knife. While he was acting civil at the moment, she didn't know if she could trust him. He was already too far gone, in her mind. Eating the flesh of humans was the last stop before self desecration and completely losing themselves to their illness. When he commented that he wasn't like everyone else in the forest, she let out a dry laugh and a nod. "I'm starting to realize that."

It was hard for her not to feel sorry for the boy. Being so young, and... so full of life... only to be handed something this... sinister. It made her heart hurt. She swallowed and watched in shock and disgust as he pushed the carcass off of the branch, and simply watched as his dinner went tumbling to the ground. It was like watching a documentary on wild cats... Just the indifference in his eyes as the body landed on the ground with a sickening thud.

...I don't even know why I did that. I was still hungry, so I go and push the guy off the branch. She pressed her lips together and watched as he jumped down. Her heart did a bit of a somersault as she watched Emile almost lose balance. Her hands went out, as though she was expecting to catch him... Which was, quite silly when she realized that she was quite a bit a ways from him. Even if she ran, she wouldn't have been able to catch him. AND on top of all of this, he was a fucking zombie.

She swallowed the bile that was rising in her throat as he commented that there was now dirt on his food. She looked away in disgust, pressing the back of her free hand to her lips. While she was revolted, she still felt as though he was a child deserving of her attention. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a packet of baby wipes and threw them in his direction. "These should help." she said, keeping her eyes on someplace distant.

She pressed her lips together, and cast one last look at him. Was he-- Was he wearing a dress? "I hope you take no offense to this, but what are you wearing?"

[Emile Avaant]

"I don't have camp..." He paused, before his mouth opened in an 'OH!' kind of way and he smiled sheepishly "I'm not that far gone, I don't think... I just... got so hungry when I woke up one day in the basement. Everyone was already killing eachother then though, and..."

He pursed his lips in thought, dropping from the branch he scurried into the bushes and came out with a handful of red petalled flowers, not unlike roses. He winced as the bush cut his hand slightly but his smile never faltered.

"These ones?" He asked "They don't smell funny like the others, so i think these are the right ones. I ate some once because I got bored, I wasn't hungry for a while, like if I ate someone... but not, cause they're flowers not people."

He slowly walked forward, holding them out to her, waiting for her to take them. He spied something flicking through the air and he caught it with his free hand; a pack of baby wipes - until he accidently crushed the packet. He whined, sighing.

"No, thats just not even fair Hand. The nice lady was trying to help me clean my lunch but no, you go and crush the wipes..." He sighed dramatically, smiling to himself as a growl sounded from behind the pair.

Emile immediatly dropped the flowers and wipes and span, putting himself between the woman and whatever it was. A canine stalked from the bushes, a large but skinny brown furred wolf. Foam dripped from between its jaws and Emile slipped into instinct in response, snarling right back like an animal he paced, all the while keeping the woman behind him.

The wolf evidently wanted the body, but Emile wasn't having any of that - no matter how desperate it was, it wasn't getting a bite. It darted forward to take a bite from the man but Emile snarled, rushing forward he positioned himself over the carcass, the Wolf backing off for a second, never faltering in its growl.

Finally, it locked eyes with Kyle, and decided it'd try for her instead. It sprang past Emile and charged, though it was sluggish; far gone from the rabies it carried. It tensed to spring for her but Emile dropped like a tonne of bricks onto its back end, sending it crashing from the floor inches from her. It yelped, turning on itself it snapped at Emile, who brought his arm up to defend his face.

The wolf's teeth crushed on his arm with an echoing crack and he screamed in pain and rage, punching the Wolf with his free hand hard enough to smash its skull into the floor. As it did, it ripped more flesh from his arm, producing a large angry bite mark that dripped with foam and ran red with blood - but the pain only made him angrier.

He reared back with his fist and smashed it literally through the Wolf's chest, heaving it above his body he hurled it with a roar against the tree, shattering its spine and dropping ti dead. He stalked over, sniffing it before the rage vanished from his eyes-

And the pain sunk in.

He began to cry in pain, holding his wounded arm, biting his lip so as not to scream. It was probably badly infected too, or would be. He winced, sinking to his knees he took shaky breaths, eyes closed tight to will the pain away

"Are you... Okay, Miss?"

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

She wanted to make him stop talking about it. She didn't want to know how he came to be. That would make her sympathize even more with him, and then it would be completely impossible for her to look at him, and realize that he wasn't just a little boy; that he was the killer that he was. She swallowed and nodded her understanding. "There's still chance for you to be cured... Of course." she swallowed. She didn't want to tell him that it would entail not eating humans anymore, for fear of his reaction. "But, there is still no real cure for it. only a way to stop it from spreading so rapidly." she swallowed, and looked down at the ground, her fingertips loosening around the blade as she spoke.

It was only a matter of time before Kyle admitted what she was doing in the forest. After all, they were just talking about whether or not he was 'too far gone.' When she mentioned the plant, she noticed that he pursed his lips. Was it possible that he knew of the plant that she was speaking of? And if he did, would it be wise to trust him?

He disappeared into the bushes for a few, once more her hand going to the blade at her hip. When he reemerged, she was shocked to see that he was holding the flowers that she had spent the better part of an hour hunting for. She looked down at them, a curious smile curling at the corner of her lips. There was a childlike innocence in his movements... Which was remarkable, considering she had just watched him eat a human being without even blinking an eye. She reached out and grazed her fingertips along the petals, still incredibly wary of their close proximity.

No sooner had the wipes left her hand, and her fingertips touch the flowers than they were all scattered across the ground. There was a feral sounding growl coming from a creature that took her, literally, a few blinks to realize that it was a wolf. She swallowed and pulled her blade from her hip, taking a few steps back. She frantically looked from one predator to another, wondering which one was going to win out. While the boy that she had been speaking with only a few moments ago was still a child, he was a beast, much like the wolf that threatened them.

It seemed as though the wolf was only interested in one thing; and that was the carcass that Emile had tossed free from the branches to the dirt only a few minutes prior. Sucking in all but silent, ragged breaths, she continued to slowly back away. The last thing she wanted was to get eaten by a wolf; well, that being closely beaten out by being eaten by a child zombie. Why in the hell do I find myself in situations where things want to eat me?! She must have thought that too loudly, because the wolf suddenly took notice of her.

Either she had projected her thoughts, or it had something to do with the branch that she had clumsily snapped as she made her way toward the entrance of the woods.

What happened next was unexpected. Both beasts confronted one another. Each grunt and groan sent a shiver down her spine. Why was he trying to protect her? It wasn't as though he didn't have enough food to last for quite some time. While he still was a zombie, she reasoned he probably still had the ability to get close to someone. Living a life like this, staying in the woods, only seeing human beings as a source of food... It must have been incredibly lonely. Maybe, he was looking for companionship. And maybe, Kyle was trying to put together the pieces of a puzzle that didn't make a picture at all. She didn't know. And now was really not the time to dwell on it. Especially since, she was pretty convinced that Emile was going to have his arm completely ripped off. But, he turned, and with strength that a child his size should not have possessed, he punched the feral beast in the chest, and grabbed it, throwing him into a nearby tree, breaking it's back.

He began to cry... And that was when her training kicked in. She ran toward him, her pack quickly landing on the ground between them. Grabbing a few bottles of water, a bottle of soap, a few rolls of gauze and a syringe, she looked him over. "Shit." she muttered under her breath. The tissue was far too damaged for her to do much... But she could stitch together the flesh and pray that it would heal. Although, she could only wonder what was going to happen now that the infection was so strong in him. Would he even be able to heal properly?

She took a rag out of her bag and held it to the wound, looking up at. "Hold this there, put pressure on it please." she said, no longer the frantic and nervous woman that was in the beginning of their conversation. She was cool, calm, collected.. And even more than that, she was self assured. She was in her element. "I can't give you anything for the pain right now, I'm sorry." she said, quietly as she uncapped a few of the bottles.

She waited until the bleeding had stopped and used both hands to pour out the anti-septic and the water over the wound, cleaning it out as best as she could. She muttered something under her breath as she began to sew the wound shut, making small calming noises. When all was said and done, she bandaged him up as neatly as possible. "I won't tape it closed, because it leaves room for more of a chance of infection..." she swallowed. "Please, roll up your sleeve." She pulled her belt off and waited until he did as she asked to make a tourniquet. She then gave him a rabies vaccination, neatly cleaning off the shot site and giving him a bandage.

She flopped back on the ground, and watched him for a moment before reaching out and grabbing his wrist. She took his vitals and nodded to herself. "How are you feeling?"

[Emile Avaant]

Everything seemed to hurt at once, so Emile followed her instructions as they came pretty much without even realizing he was doing it. He nodded slightly at her apology, seemingly distant. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew what he did next.

When she asked him how he felt, all he could do was wrap his arms around her and hold himself against her. He'd been alone for so long, and here this woman was, a stranger, affecting him like this. He'd killed strangers, hadn't he? Hundreds, maybe more. He felt no guilt, not really, but this was something he never thought he could ever do again.

He made sure not to apply too much pressure but he looked up to her, the monster gone. Right now, there was just a child, the real human being beneath the zombie, beneath the predator, beneath the acting and malice, there was nothing but who he'd once been, that innocent soul who hadn't wished to hurt anyone.

"Please..." He stammered between sobs "Take me with you, I don't... I don't want to be alone anymore, I promise when I'm hungry i'll go outside wherever you live, i'll do anything, just please don't leave me alone... I don't... "

He must have smelled of blood, flesh and everything in between but as he clung to her, the little boy in a bright pink dress, he didn't want to be anywhere else, or with anyone else. He needed a family again, he couldn't keep living alone. He didn't mind the killing, or much of anything else, but he'd lived here for close to two years and he just didn't have it in him to keep going.

"I'm not a monster... I'm not, please... Don't leave me out here..." He whimpered, picking up the flowers he held them out "See, I... I can be useful, i'll do anything you want..."

And then he threw his arms around her and cried again, every bit of pain and upset he'd ever felt pouring out of him now, and he couldn't stop it. He knew, right there, he'd die for her if he had to. He'd do whatever she asked, so long as she was there for him like he wanted her to be, not even as family, just... there.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

She didn't know how to react. She... couldn't know how to react. Up until today she had never dealt with a Zombie. She had never really seen the way that they would sporadically go in and out of the mode of a monster; how they would somehow manage to come to their senses in the midst of everything transpiring. With his small arms wrapped around her, she swallowed, uncertain of what to do next. There was a brief pause before she wrapped her arms around him, her fingers moving through his hair. Just so long as he didn't bite her... Didn't harm her, things would be okay. And right now, she genuinely believed that he wouldn't.

Kyle let him cry. Never before had she felt a maternal connection with anyone. She had never thought, for even a moment that she would feel this sympathetic to someone. In fact, she had sworn off children after her... accident. But this... The poor kid was alone and wanted companionship. She swallowed and took a deep breath. What could she do. It wasn't just her that was going to be put into danger. It was the rest of the people that she lived with. Boyscout, Nic, Sammy... But if she kept him at the clinic, in one of the safe rooms, designed just for such an occasion.

She swallowed and looked down at him... He looked so pathetic in his pink dress, and blood all over the place. And the rather large bandage that was wrapped around his arm. I'm not a monster... I'm not, please... Don't leave me out here... See, I... I can be useful, I'll do anything you want... Kyle pulled him back and searched his eyes. What was there to say? You're a monster and I need to be very careful with who I have you around? She pressed her lips together.

"If I am to take you back with me, you need to follow my every instruction down to the letter. I will not let you hurt my friends or any of my patients." she said, keeping her eyes locked on his, never allowing her sight to waver. "Am I clear?" she asked, swallowing the dry lump that was forming in her throat. "You will be staying at my clinic. I'm not there at nights. I'm sorry for that. But it's the only safe place that I can put you... So that you're not a danger to me, anyone else, or yourself." She took a deep breath and sat back, pulling her knees up to her chest. She watched him, chewing on the inside of her cheek, which was a nervous tendency of hers.

"I don't want to lock you up, but I don't know... how bad the infection is, or if you can even control the urges. I'll need to monitor you... Do a few tests... and get a lot of those flowers."

[Emile Avaant]

Emile wiped his eyes with the back of one small hand as he listened to her. Instantly he went from upset to beaming; the smile was one of pure joy as he forgot his pain for a moment and his voice almost cracked as he spoke again.

"Uh huh!" He nodded, lacing his fingers infront of himself now "I promise I won't hurt your friends or patients and do everything you say, cause they'd also be my friends... I've not had friends in a long time. But that doesn't matter cause I do now!"

He paused before nodding again

"Thats okay!" He nodded "I've slept alone anyway for a very long time, but i'll see you in the morning AND my old parents didn't sleep in with me anyway, so it'll all be okay!" He smiled, the childish innocence shining through again - despite being covered in blood and having a rather large bandage around his arm. "I'd never hurt you anyway. Ever ever ever."

"Oh, thats okay too!" He giggled "I can control it but if I don't eat... well, people, my tummy starts to hurt really bad and stuff... Its not nice. Maybe we could go shopping sometime! Do shops even exist anymore? I saw a nice dress before I got sick but I dunno if it'd still be there..." He grinned, spinning in place, letting his dress flow out he stopped and smiled, eyes widening.

"Oh! theres a whole patch of those flowers through those bushes!" He pointed, smiling "Like, a whole field but not really, but quite alot! I wonder if that'd be enough!"

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: emile, zombie boy, OUTFIT:: a powder blue scrub top, a pair of jeans, converse and a plain black zip up hood, NOTES:: haha, this is going to be fun, if only for her friends reactions. :3, INSPIRATION:: "bleed american" by jimmy eat world, As much as Kyle hated to admit it, she loved it when he smiled. It was like everything went right back to being okay. She hated the fact that this boy, that she barely knew had this effect on her. It wasn't' very often that she found someone that could make her feel better. Boyscout was currently the only person. But here, Emile was, sitting down before her, covered in blood, bandaged and bruised, and... well, a fucking Zombie, and his simple smile made her feel a great deal better about everything that had just transpired. That was when she decided to give him all of the guidelines for him staying with her. She nodded, almost relieved to hear that he would be willing to follow the rules that she just put out for him. The thought of him breaking out and hurting someone in Rustboro was a devastating thought to say the least. "I will only allow you outside of Rustboro to hunt, and even then, only when you desperately need it. We're going to start you back on human food... Without the toxin in it." Maybe that will help us reduce the effects. She cleared her throat, trying not to think of the image that had seemingly burned itself in her mind of him hanging from a tree, corpse in hand. For the first time, in quite some time, Kyle remembered why she had decided to set up her clinic where she did. It was an old Fire House with plenty of secure rooms, and plenty of space. Not to mention, the medical supply closet was still, almost perfectly full. They had their own ambulance, which Boyscout had taken the liberty of converting so that it carried supplies better than patients. But then there was the firetruck. Boyscout made that his new plaything as well. She hadn't the faintest idea of what that was going to turn into. "Good." she muttered. She really didn't want him to believe that she was keeping him hostage. That would cause resentment. Resentment was bad. Resentment could get her, or her companions killed. While Kyle wanted no blood on her hands, she didn't even want that blood on her hands. "Alright." she said quietly. "I'll see what I can do about getting us a means of communicating with each other while you're locked down there, and I'm outside. That way, if something goes wrong, or you need something, I will be able to come help you." Perhaps, Kyle was being entirely too trusting, or maybe she just wanted to believe that this boy was capable of being saved. Either way, she didn't want to think too much about it. She just wanted to get out of there, grab the flowers and then leave. "There are shops. And there are a few people that actually make custom clothes if you'd like. It costs a pretty penny, but we'll see what we can do for finances." she said, quietly. She wanted to do right by him, but she had never really been a caretaker, save for a few minutes with patients. Oh! There's a whole path of those flowers through those bushes! Like a whole field, but not really, but quite a lot! I wonder if that'd be enough! Kyle absolutely beamed, she patted the boy on his head before standing up and walking toward the bushes. "So, why do you wear dresses?" she asked him, following toward the direction in which he pointed. She found all of the red flowers with ease, and smiled. Pulling out her knife, she made sure to keep Emile on her peripheral; something that she'd have to learn to grow more accustomed to. Cutting down a few flowers,and then grabbing a few by the root and pulling them out, she stuffed them into her pack, making sure not to damage them. "I'm going to see if I can grow them." she explained. "And if I can't, I don't want to deplete the natural supply." she took one last look over the field and then back down at Emile. She would be lying if she said that she hadn't contemplating sedating him for the ride back to Rustboro. But he had just eaten, so he should be safe, right? "Are you ready?" she asked, her eyes roaming toward the exit of the woods. WORD COUNT:: 724

[Emile Avaant]

Emile nodded softly, furrowing his brow in thought. He hadn't eaten real food - or the old sort of food - in a very long time. Maybe they had chocolate! He loved chocolate. But not all chocolate, just some. But he didn't think they did, it'd have gone all fuzzy and icky by now. Unless they had cows still, which they may have... but maybe they got sick too?

He shook his head with a smile, before he nodded

"I miss normal food, or some of it. Not peas." He stuck his tongue out in disgust at the thought "But chocolate... and cake!" He gasped, jumping up and down excitedly, grinning. By god he missed cake!

He smiled softly at her next remark, cupping his face between forefinger and chin in a rather amusing way.

"Um... maybe cups with strings?" He said, and his tone was serious, which actually made that remark all the funnier "Or... paper airplanes! With notes on them! But i'd probably smoosh the pen. And i'd get ink all over myself and that wouldn't be nice at all." He pouted, before he skipped after her.

"Well, i've always liked girls dresses. But mom and dad never let me wear them, they'd tell me i was impure and stuff if i did. But i did anyway, in secret. I just like them I suppose, but now i've had to take them off people. This one was from a very nice little girl. She didn't really want to give it up though..." He pouted, but trailed off as she picked up the flowers - which was probably for the best, considering what he was implicating without realising, which was also sadly the truth.

He 'oh'd again as she explained why she only took a few

"Well theres a few more patches around but the religious people have them, and they don't like to share. Which isn't very nice at all really, is it?" He grumbled before nodding.

"Are we going in a car? I like cars!" He beamed, looking towards the path out of the forest he skipped ahead and waved

"C'mon Miss!" He giggled, running and acting generally like any child would - which was ironic considering he'd just torn a man and a wolf apart not minutes before.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

Kyle offered a light laugh at his comment of missing chocolate and cake, but not peas. She wrinkled her nose, offering him a smile, much like a mother would offer a child. "I don't like peas either." She smirked. It was strange how only a few moment ago, she was shitting her pants about this boy being something less than human, and here she was, starting to fall in love with this innocent child. She knew that this was probably how he found his prey. He would seduce them with his childlike innocence and take them for what they worth. Such an innocent looking child couldn't possibly be a stone cold killer. Children were to be protected, at all costs. He would speak to the deepest part of their hearts; the part that only knows how to love and protect... But he, being a creature that thrives on flesh, would simply rip that still beating heart out of their chest, and eat it as he watched the life die away in their eyes. The thought was bone chilling, to say the least.

But, he seemed as though he was comfortable with staying some place where she wasn't. She was afraid that he would grow too attached, or treat her as though she was trying to take him captive. In a small way, that was to be true. She was to take him back, abd perform (humane) tests on him, only to throw him back into his own holding area until she was able to see him again. Her mind was going a thousand miles a minute as she thought about what she could do to make him more comfortable. There was paint in the house that she stayed at, and plenty of old furniture lying about. They could paint his room the way that he wanted.. Make it his own little place. A smirk came to her lips at the thought. It only spread into a grin when he offered a few ideas of his own as to how to stay in contact with one another. "I think I can set up a phone... Or maybe, grab a walkie talkie from an electronics kiosk." She smirked. "I doubt that paper airplanes would fly that far," she teased.

Something told her that she was going to get an odd response from Emile when she asked him about his interesting choice in clothing. For a brief moment, Kyle wished that she was a psychologist, so she could put together the pieces as to why he would fancy girls dresses over males clothes. Was he, what they considered, a transgeneder? She pushed the thoughts aside as she listened to him. Once more, she was reminded of the killer that he was, and all he was capable of, by a simple comment made in passing. He had killed the little girl for the dress, he was fairly certain. She resisted the urge to shiver.

When the change in conversation came, she was rather thankful. "Yes, we're taking a car," she smiled down at him. As ge ran ahead and told her to come along, she followed him. She knew, essentially where she came in. However, he would know the forest better than she. When he called her Miss, she realized that she never offered a name. "I'm Kyle, by the way." She said, feeling odd about the way she introduced herself.

Finally they reached the entrance of the woods. She directed him toward a rather large SUV that looked as though it had seen quite a few better days, but it still ran, and that's all that mattered. Kyle unlocked the car, and gestyred for him to crawl inside, her thoughts lingering on the red flowers, and something that Emile had mentioned before... The Crusaders had some of the flowers... What would they need it for? Climbing into the driver's seat, she put the key in the ignition and started the car. "Are yopu ready? It's a bit of a ride." She said, turning the radio down.

((Sorry for the late response! I actually wrote this on my phone!))

[Emile Avaant]

((Its an amazing post for being on your phone! <3))

Emile's eyes widened as the looked at the SUV - it was huge! He hadn't seen one in two years (any car actually) so it was sort of a new experience for him. At the top it was probably near two times his size, topped with bars that probably at one time would have been made to hold bikes.

"Kyle? Thats a nice name! Its like a boys name. Does anyone ever mistake you for a boy? I get mistaken for a girl sometimes but I don't mind." He grinned, giggling as he looked into the car before an idea came to mind. He took a step back as she climbed in, took a slight running start, feet touching the step under the door he pushed off and with an ease that was inhuman, vaulted onto the roof of the car with a bound.

"Can I ride up here Kyle? Please?" He called "I promise to hold on tight!"

He sat up, crossing his legs, one hand wrapped around one of the bike bars - with his strength, the bar was more likely to rip off before he fell. He looked around, and his inante instincts felt more at home being in a place of vantage rather than cooped up in the car - not that he wouldn't have minded, but considering he hadn't seen outside of the forest in a long time, he'd rather see the sights.

The vibrations of the car made him giggle as it started up and he heard Kyle speak again.

"Ready!" He replied, clapping his hands before he gripped one of the bike bars tight.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: emile, zombie boy, OUTFIT:: a powder blue scrub top, a pair of jeans, converse and a plain black zip up hood, NOTES:: d'aw, thank you, i try!, INSPIRATION:: "bleed american" by jimmy eat world, The blush that came to her cheeks at his compliment, and then his questions, was clearly a very common response from the buxom red head. She cleared her throat, and looked over at him, a small shrug coming from her shoulders. "I don't get mistaken for a boy anymore. Primarily because when someone talks about me, it's generally in a context referring to my... assets." There was no disdain in her voice, only the faint sound of resignation, as though she'd grown accustomed to now being the object of men's and women's affections... Or, more accurately, lust. "I hate the name, but my parents were kind of dead set on giving me something Irish. Boyscout gave me the nickname, Kyla, to try and make me feel better about it." She sniffed. In truth, she preferred the nickname Kyla. There was a meaning behind it. She'd never forget the way that Boyscout looked when he sheepishly (and rather reluctantly) offered the meaning to her. It means, more beautiful than even poetry can express, he stammered, his eyes never truly focusing on her own. She still remembered that moment to this day; it was during a more innocent time. A time before she had fucked everything up between the two of them. But now was not the time for such melancholy thoughts, as was made clear by the small figure taking a running head start and bounding to the top of her truck. Despite the fact that she knew that he would be alright, she gasped. It was an instinct at this point. Whenever she saw someone so small bounding from one height to another, she felt as though it would be appropriate for her to show some kind of concern. Emile landed lightly, almost like a feline would, on the hood of her truck. He then asked if it would be okay for him to ride on the top of the truck. As tempting as the offer was (even though, she didn't much like to admit this paranoia to herself) it would guarantee that if he was still hungry that he wouldn't lash out at her. But the sheer strength that she saw from the boy... She wouldn't be too surprised if he would be able to punch the roof of her truck in. Either way, it didn't really matter. If he really wanted to eat her, she would be fucked. "I'm afraid not, honey." she said, giving him a rather apologetic look. "If I ride into town with you on the hood, people might think that you're a 'tag-along' and try to kill you on sight." She shifted a bit, unhappy with the fact. "And, I'd rather them not shoot you before they know who you are, or why you're with me. After everyone in Rustboro learns of you, however, it could be a possibility." She tried to give him a rather optimistic smile, although, in all reality, she was certain that he wouldn't become too familiar with the rest of the people in her little home town. She gestured that he climb down before crawling into the seat. She turned on the car, and waited patiently for him to climb in beside her. She didn't want to fight with him, but this was, ultimately, for his own well being. Christ, I sound like my father. she thought to herself, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, much like a mother, driving a minivan might. WORD COUNT:: 575