[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Ayita expected a hole in the ground and a gun to her head to be where they ended up, not to mention the last things she would see. Thought they doubtlessly would not waste a bullet on Richard. Her amber eyes never left the man's too still form. The movement of his chest being the only indication that he was still alive. A small thing to be thankful for, but she was.

Her expression was one of emptiness. Her amber eyes filled with hatred and anger that surpassed mere rage. If she was able to move Ayita would attempt to twist her fingers within the bullet wounds and pop the meances out. She would get revenge for her brother. Ayita hated few, it was not worth the effort generally. But these men? She would hate. Any response to speak with her would be met with no thg ing but Ayitas soft keening at Richard's condition.

Richard drifted in and out of various levels of white agony. Death would have been welcomed save for the fact he would be leaving behind Ayite. To leave her at the mercy of the psychos, and Allison as well! They were girls. They needed protection. All the brats did, damn them for it.

He'd survive. He knew that. If he didn't? Ge didn't want to think about what fresh hell would follow the fools that attacked them. Ayita knew the mercy of the wilds and that was no mercy at all.