The Forgotten Zodiac

Rynyn frowned, unable to think of anything to say to his friend. "I'm sorry." He said after a short while, shaking his head. He kept frowning the more he thought. He knew he wouldn't be good at forming a good plan to get back out, and he couldn't rely on Subject for one if that was going to happen again. Finally he sighed and put a hand to his head, giving up for the moment. 

"It's not your fault..." Subject said, then hung his head. "It's mine..." He walked like that for a long while, then walked forward a bit to catch up with Laurie. He kept his distance, though, only close enough for her to hear him without being too loud (as sounds might carry with the wind in this area, and the last thing they needed were guards bearing down on their position). "I'm sorry," He said, still hanging his head, rubbing his arm uncomfortably. "I'm...really, really sorry..."

Laurie walked quickly, holding her hands together in front of her nervously. She glanced at Subject, frowning a bit before he started to apologize to her. When she heard his appology, she sighed and her frown lightened a little. "I-I forgive you." She answered quietly, still making sure she kept her distance which almost contradicted her answer of forgiveness to Subject.

He just nodded, dropping back again, keeping his distance from both Laurie and Rynyn. He looked very upset indeed, though he had no one to be upset at but himself. Which was the bad part; he hated people when they were upset at him, so he basically hated himself. And thinking about it was dangerous, so he couldn't even consider how much he hated himself.

Rynyn sighed and kept going, walking behind Subject as they went. He did feel bad for Subject, knowing that the boy couldn't help it. He sighed and walked closer to Subject. "It's okay. If you're upset about Laurie, I don't think you have anything to worry about. She'll probably be over it soon. That's how girls are. At least, that's how Myst is." He said with a shrug, trying to cheer up Subject.

Subject just nodded, still looking down. "I was horrible to her, though...and I don't think she really forgave me, she just doesn't want me to get angry and attack her again, s-so...so she forgave me but didn't. And it doesn't even make sense."

Rynyn shrugged. "It's alright. I think she forgave you, she's probably just a little freaked out still. And if she didn't, she will, Subject. Don't worry about it." 

"I don't think I've ever really worried about something before...or if I have, I can't remember it, b-but...I'm afraid that I might really hurt one of you two without...without even meaning to..." Subject rubbed his arm, looking up at Rynyn with a good amount of fear in his eyes. "I don't want to hurt either of you..."

Rynyn sighed and was quiet. "I see. It's okay, don't worry. We'll get Mister Rabbit for you soon, and then you'll be fine, right?" He said after a moment of thought. "Everything'll be okay. You won't hurt us."

((I realize now that we skipped the next town, where they were gonna get a car, but whatever. xD We can say that it was a slight detour, and they decided not to do it, or they forgot to change directions. o3o))

"Yeah," Subject nodded, seeming absolutely certain that Mister Rabbit would stop the voices. "He'll protect my head...I'll be okay once we get him," He scratched the back of his neck, rubbing his eyes with a sigh. "Okay. It'll be okay..." He nodded, trailing off and staring slightly into the distance.

((I was kinda wondering about that... xD))

As Subject seemed to become disconnected to what was happening, Rynyn sighed and looked up, again trying to think of some bit of strategy when they attacked. Maybe, it he was careful, he could ask Subject about a plan again. He looked over at the boy again and sighed again, a little louder than before in frustration. Stupid Telle. If only they had more time.

((Ohh, idea. xD))

Subject turned, blinking at the road behind him. "Uh, guys, get down," He said, ducking behind a bush. A car was rumbling their way; it was a prison transport vehicle, its black paint gleaming in the sun. It was still a good distance off, but on this flat landscape, they would be lucky not to have been seen.

Laurie had already seen it and was out of sight before Subject said anything; she was a good distance ahead of the boys. Rynyn looked at the car for a moment before jumping behind the nearest obsticle to the vehicle's vision, which was the bush with Subject. "Hey," He whispered, forgetting about waiting to ask Subject anything about planning to get in. "How many people do you think are in there?" He asked.

"It looks like a standard transport," Subject whispered back. "There's usually one driver and one guard, who sits in the back." He slid his gun off of his back. "From this distance, I'd say there's a 89 percent chance that I'll miss. Find a way to get them to stop once they get closer. I'll take them out." He looked at Rynyn sharply. "Getting in this way will be much easier than walking. We can blow the exit with my C4 to escape rather than to get in." He rested his head on his gun, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes again. "Fine, Illia...just shut up and let me do it..." He mumbled, apparently not to himself.

Rynyn starred at Subject as he spoke to Illia, then nodded.  He looked up and saw Laurie, then smiled, quickly moving over to her. They exchanged hushed words for a while, then Laurie sighed loudly. "OK." Rynyn came back over. "She might not end up dead after all." He said, grinning. Once the car was close enough, Laurie stepped out from hiding and approached the road the car was driving on.

((Stared, not starred. :3))

The car screeched to a halt. They knew instantly what she was; the mindless drones residing in the city would never wander this far. The back door of the van opened, and Subject slid the bolt on his gun silently back, loading a bullet into the barrel instantly. The guard stepped out of the van, raising his own firearm; a simple pistol. "Hands in the air!" He barked at Laurie.

Subject frowned. The guard was on the other side of the van still. He waited, though, knowing that he would get his shot soon enough.

((Jeez, Bun, am I not allowed to make typos? -_-))

Frowning nervously at the guard, Laurie smiled inwardly and put her hands up as she was ordered, waiting for Subject to get his chance to fire at the guard with his own weapon pointed at her. She whimpered and looked around, as if lost, then looked up at the guard. "What's going on?" She asked pitifully, staring up at the guard with wide eyes.

((You are. Sorry. :C I just...just...sorry. ;n; Don't be mad at me? It's a habit...))

"You're coming with me," The guard growled. "Don't play coy with me. You're either a Broken or an illegal non-Uphoric." He stepped forward. A mistake that he had no chance to correct. A shot rang out and the guard spiraled away and collapsed into a heap, blood trickling from the side of his head.

Subject slid back the bolt again as the driver door opened. There was shouting for a second, and the driver looked around wildly and pulled out his own gun, but Subject already had him in his sights. Another shot fired. Another guard down.

Subject stood, putting his glasses back on. "We should move the bodies and collect what we can from them." He said quietly, then seemed to perk up a bit. "Maybe they were carrying flashlights!"

((I's not mad. Is okays.  *hugs*))

Rynyn nodded as Subject stood up. "Good idea." He said, standing up as well. Gingerly, Laurie moved towards the dead guards to collect their guns, so when the boys got to the van, she handed them to Subject, seeming to have forgotten that he'd been choking her earlier. Once her hands were free again she went back to search the dead guards' bodies for anything useful.

((I kinda don't know what all they might have on them, so you get to do that for me. Okay? :))) 

((-sniff- Otay...))

Subject took the bullets out of their respective barrels, ensureing that the safety lock was on tight before putting the guns in his bag. The guards had between them two hunting knives, extra bullets (though only five total), a set of keys, two flashlights, and most importantly, their uniforms. One of them was female. "Take it all," Subject instructed, the coldness seeping into his voice a little. "Especially the uniforms. Cover up whatever blood is there, and put it on." He moved to the back of the van, opening the door. It was empty aside from the usual chairs. Which was a good thing. "This truck must have been used to take people to a different jail," He said to the others, scuffling about in the trunk for a little while. He finally dug up a prison uniform and started undressing so he could put it on. The tacky gray jumpsuit (labeled with the numbers 8-5-0) was extremely baggy and didn't fit well on him, and Subject looked a little sad to shove his new-ish hat underneath the seat along with the rest of his clothes.

He seemed to remember something and poked his head out the back door at the others. "Rynyn, do you know how to drive?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck a bit.