[center][b]Casey Guidry - Road - Molly [@Weeping Raven][/b]

- Before - 

The scorching heat burned the tiny hairs on Casey's arms. His eyes reflected the light produced by the surging flames that ate away at everything Ray had ever owned. The poor man's plead echoed over the roaring inferno. "BETH!!! BETH!!!" he'd bawl for his wife, crashing on all fours as he listened to her wails in the storm. Casey held the man back by the shirt, preventing him from diving into the fire in hopes of saving a corpse. Ray struggled to be set free, his home crumbling like his body. Tears streamed down his face as he clawed at the dirt under him - dragging himself forward through sheer will. 

"No Ray! It's too late!" Casey hated to admit, pulling Ray back and shoving him away from the house. "She's gone!" he reiterated, trying to make sense of the events that led up to the catastrophe. Ray's facial expression changed immediately. His eyes turned red, veins popped from his forehead and rage imploded him back to his feet. "You...you were supposed to get her out! You were supposed to get her out!! Her! Not me! You were supposed to get her out!" he attacked, shoving Casey back against the fence - striking the treated pine wood with his knuckles. 

"I couldn't get to her..." Casey muttered, hands up in defense. When the house was attacked he was instructed to keep Beth safe, but the stairs burned first and he was unable to get to her. Within seconds the rest of the house started to light up and before he knew it there weren't any options left. He decided to get himself and Ray out in hopes of...regrouping and figuring out what to do next, but that was the wrong choice. He should have gone up those stairs, let himself burn to save her. The upstairs windows were boarded up to keep people out, who would have know they would be Beth's demise. 

"I'm sorry..." was all Casey had left to say. He was struck into silence by everything that happened - he had no more words. 

"Get out of my sight...If I see you again, I'll kill you. I promise." 

- Now - 

Casey watched as the young girl complied with his request, lowering her weapons and belongings onto the road they were on. She had quite the rifle, making Casey wonder if she knew how to use it. Maybe the girl wasn't so helpless after all? "I'm going to remove my gun now..." he broadcasted, letting it be known he would adhere to her request as she did to his. He moved at the speed of molasses, hand gripping the handgun strapped to his belt and displaying it on the hood of his car. 

"I'm Casey," he introduced, not lingering on the idea that she may be able to look up his name online - because there was no internet anymore. His files, his record and previous life was gone. He was no longer a prisoner...as a matter of fact, he was NEVER a prisoner in this world. He could be whoever he wanted to be. It was a freedom unlike any other. If he wanted to be a police officer he could. If he wanted to be a lawyer he could. The only thing that stood in his way was his own conscious and inability to lie that way. 

In any case, Casey started to move towards the girl. "Let me get this for you. What's your name anyway?" he asked, reaching her belongings and picking them from the below - motioning his intent to simply put them in the vehicle, not steal them. "Your mom is a smart lady. Is she still around?" he asked, a simpler and sugar-coated way of asking about her condition. At this point he'd made his way back to the vehicle and threw her belongings in the backseat, opening the front passenger seat for her to get in. "I think it's best if we get going, we don't want to be in the open for much longer." [/center]