David shivered, despite the hooded rain jacket he wore. 

He didn't know if there was some sort of higher power in the universe, or if the Guardians were that higher power, or if God was pissed at them for hunting these Guardians, or what, but he didn't understand why it had to be raining on tonight of all nights. Why did it have to be the night that David would be able to justify throwing his life off track and chasing myths? Why did it have to be the night that he would be able to validate ending a relationship that had brought him so much joy?

Oh, well. It wasn't as if he even disliked the rain. It was just cold was all, and it was raining way more heavily than he would have preferred. He cast his gaze about him. What kind of people had he even fallen in with?

First was their "fearless leader", a very tiny, itsy bitsy woman named Varrina. Slightly cute in her skinniness. However, David was pretty sure he could break her with one hand if he wanted to, and that that same hand could wrap all the way around her waist. She was a lot like David, in that she was clearly gifted with intelligence, yet she spent it in ways that society didn't approve of. If anything, she was way more intelligent than David himself, who knew he was quite bright. She unnerved him, with her impulsive and odd behavior.

Next was Amis. Not exactly a looker, but not too bad. He had a bit of a gothic look going on that David liked. However, the man was kinda bonkers. He seemed to see himself as some sort of "hero of truth" or something similarly inane. He was aggressively anti-religious, too, as far as David was concerned, which irritated him to an extent even if he wasn't religious himself.

Thirdly was Elli. He liked Elli. She was pretty, not too bad of a person, and seemed to be a little more well-adjusted than most of the group. He didn't mind her religion, and actually wanted to see if she was willing to debate. She seemed smart, and he looked forward to the chance to understand her views better.

Last, was Malcolm. Malcolm was horribly unhealthy looking, to the point that David swore to himself that he had to start cooking for the man. Malcolm unnerved him just like Varrina did, but for vastly different reasons. Varrina unnerved him because they were so different. Malcolm unnerved him because they were so similar. David had been planning a life much like Malcolm's was ending up like, but they had both been derailed, ironically enough, by their studies and the burning questions they brought. Every time David looked at Malcolm, he just shuddered and thought about how that could have been him.

David heard Varrina spoke, and nodded. He could understand her excitement. Tonight was the night.

[i]Tonight was the night![/i]

David couldn't help but grin. He would NOT end up like Malcolm. He was getting his validation, and he would put his life back on track and fix things. They would find the Guardians and prove their myth, and maybe fix whatever was wrong(whether it was "good" or not) with humanity. Tonight was a good night. Things were going to be okay.

David saw a figure in the distance, and his heart pounded. A thousand questions burned in his mind, and when he saw Varrina aim her gun, only one remained.

[b]What the hell!?[/b]

David lanced out, grabbing her shoulder and pushing it down, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"What the hell!?" he whispered, "It could be some random innocent person!"