[center][color=917655][h1]Estal Webb[/h1][/color][/center]

One could be surprised that the man didn’t turn to stone upon glancing at her wrathful eyes. That wrath, however, seemed short-lived as her attention shifted towards Wednesday, who seemed to be on a mission of her own.

No. [i]No, no, no[/i]. She wanted to stop her, desperately, but the fear sweltering inside rendered her speechless. All she could do was watch as the woman, balancing herself against a tree, took a heated, yellowish index finger to her wound. The pain etched on Wednesday’s face was enough to make even Estal wince at her own phantom pain. Or was she wincing at the deathly guilt expanding inside of her? Or perhaps the legendary arse-whooping Wednesday was bound to inflict upon finding out that she went through all of that, unnecessarily. [i]Oh.[/i] Oh, she was going to be [i]livid[/i] when she finds out that Estal has the ability to heal. 

[i]Holy shit.[/i]

Perhaps it would be safer to just not tell her? But, but what if she asked what her power was? She seemed to have been the only one not to have used her powers, thus far, what happens when Wednesday gets curious? Maybe she should lie, tell them she has the useless ability to cry acid tears, then run off and claim some abandoned building, adopting a hermit-like existence? Possibly. It would be feasible that Wednesday might just let the pain of wound transferring be enough of a punishment. 

The lethal glare that Wednesday threw towards them did not go unnoticed by Estal. In fact, she could feel her heart flutter, as if it had missed a couple dozen beats before continuing at the rate of a rabbit’s.

[i]She knew[/i]. Oh shit, [i]she knew[/i]. This. This was how she was going to die. Stuck on this damn island, surrounded by some completely insane individuals. One, who could fire bullets out of thin air like a freaking rifle, another who could probably strangle someone to death using the power of fucking weeds, and the other, the other was most certainly going to incinerate her. I mean, there were many injuries she could regenerate from, being burnt to a crisp, however, was not one of them. 

Despite her fears, she continued to follow the others through the foliage, managing to linger a whole few metres behind Wednesday. It wasn’t clear whether it was obvious that she was keeping her distance, but the sound of her trembling breaths could certainly be heard from a mile away. In every. Single. Direction.

[color=c4df9b]"Es, you can go ahead with Wednesday. I'll keep an eye on Jack, we'll catch up."[/color]

[i]What? No, Rico, don’t lea-[/i] She twisted round, her eyes pleading, but it was too late. Rico had already fallen behind, distancing himself from the two women. Upon turning her head back forwards, she noticed that she had seemingly got a couple inches closer to her impending doom. She felt like a child, a child who’d lied about breaking an expensive vase and was awaiting an almighty spanking from her omniscient parents. It wasn’t like she was a coward or anything, it was just, who knew what an unstable, frightening woman was capable of? Okay... truth be told, she was a little bit of a coward. If it’s not in the heat of the moment, her bark is beyond any doubt, bigger then her bite. She hated to admit it, but it was so very true.

Could she be over-reacting?

Her thoughts returned to the moment she’d met Wednesday, how she’d, without even so much as a glimmer of hesitation, nearly swooped Rico’s head clean off. Estal glanced at the make-shift machete that hung from the woman’s side. 

Yes, she was [i]definitely[/i] going to kill her. 

She could feel the beading of sweat running down her face and moistening her palms. Was it getting warmer here, or was it just her? Estal rubbed her hands together, attempting to quicken her pace and close the gap between the surely agitated predator and the soon-to-be prey. If she was going to come clean, she better do it sooner rather then later. Wednesday was plausibly a reasonable person, hopefully, she would just have to explain why she didn’t help out back there, then everything would be fine, right?

About a foot was all that separated them now. [color=917655]“Erm, Wednesday...”[/color] She whispered solemnly. [color=917655]“I, er, I, er...”[/color] She trailed off, attempting to gather her bearings. [color=917655]“I can... I can heal you.”[/color]

[color=#FA271E]"You... you hiding there. Are you a friend of that man who attacked me earlier? "[/color]

Estal spun round, shooting a glance towards the voice and then to the direction he was looking at. At first, she couldn’t see anything but vegetation. On closer inspection, the outline of a figure seemed to unravel before her. Christ, she wouldn’t have ever spotted that, her eyes didn’t seem as sharp as the others. Nonetheless, she tensed up, eyeing the figure and then back towards the others, watching to see how the scene unfolded. She’d made sure she was ready to back them up, if need be.

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