[center] [b][color=39b54a]Finn Loughty - Finn's Shelter - Nathalie Soltero [@wolverbells] [/color] [/b] [/center]

It was as if someone had released a tight grip off his chest the moment as they raised the gun away from her skull and slit off the stinging rope off her wrists. The man kept his word and let her go. The pure relief and rapture on her features was enough to make his heart throb with joy. "Nat," Her name came out as a hoarse whisper out of his mouth, thick with unexpected emotion. Immediately, her beautiful, tear-stricken face sprinted straight at him, her body crashing into his as her arms wrapped around his waist. A slight breath escaped his lips because of the impact. His arms slowly begun to rise to embrace her as if he was almost embarrassed. His mind rung alarm bells as a dangerous voice pushed it's way inside his thoughts. [i] Don't get too close, Finn. You almost lost her once. What will happen if you actually lose her the next time?[/i] Pushing those thoughts to the side, he enveloped her, his right hand cupping the back of her head as she apologized once more. [b]"I'm so sorry, Finn."[/b]
   Finns' shook his head once more and whispered, "This isn't your fault, okay? If anyone should be blamed, it should be me. I led them here. I should've been more careful." The young man frowned, trying to cope with terrible amount of guilt and frustration that was lodged in his throat. He blamed himself for this. [i]How could he have let this happen?[/i] He thought, wracking his brain for any warning he had missed when they had driven here from the mall.  

     The man's crew went forward with their plan to ransack his cabin and and steal everything he owned, Finn kept an ear out for Nicole. So far, no commotion or screams rose up from above. He exhaled a sigh of relief. Nicole was safe. Assuming that him and Nat were going to be dragged to wherever the man's base was at, he prayed that Nicole would be able to survive on her own until he found a way back to her. The crew, distracted from removing their things from the shelter, left him and Nat a few moments together. Finn pulled her to the side so that he could take a good look at her. Almost afraid to ask, he gulped, needing to know if anything happened at the creek. "Are you alright?" he whispered, his eyes searching her body for any bruises or cuts.. "Did they do ....anything?"Her wrists were scratched from the rope and she was trembling from the amount of stress she was just put through. She was soaking wet and tired. Finn frowned, desiring to do more to help her but it was impossible. Remembering his extra shirt that he brought with him to go to the creek, he hand. It was would probably fit more as a dress on her than a shirt but it was clean, dry and warm. "Here, take it. I wish I had something better. If you don't want it right now, you can use it later." 

   "We're going to find a way out of this mess. I promise," Finn attempted to assure her with his words, but it didn't even seem like he believed it himself. He glared at the men going down [i]his[/i] ladder, taking [i]their[/i] cans of food. His hand went up and pushed back a few loose strands in front of his face. [i] Shit.[/i] Could he not have one moment of peace? It seemed like this nightmare would never end.