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[right][sub][i][color=C789B1]April 15
13 Morningdove Lane - 12:45am[/color][/i][/sub][/right]
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Running. 

That was all she did. It was all she had known for years. What sort of life was it where you never knew the comfort of familiar walls for days? Where you didn't know if the sound of a police siren was for you or not. Where each new face you came across could, in an instant, bare recognition and alter your life. It was no way to live, but what choice did she have?

And here she was again. Targeted for things beyond her control. Chased by some organization hell bent on finding her and, she assumed, not lock her up but put her six feet under. If the Archivist was to be beleived. At this point, what did he gain from lying? 

Others grew lively with questions, responses, admissions, and still some resisted. Or, at least, appeared to. Wasn't she tired of running? Wouldn't it be nice to stay in one space, even for a short while? But did that mean she had to agree to all of this?

The visions, if that's what they were and were not, as she feared, hallucinations fueling intense delusions, then she would and could be vital. Useful. After all if these Witch Hunters were after them, wouldn't knowing the future and the past be instrumental?

The Archivist made a point to her. Her abilities would need to grow so she could adapt. Learn from them and not suffer their consequences. Could one alter the future? Unsure. Evidence pointed to the contrary, but perhaps with aid she could. She didn't trust the man still, it would be stupid to do so, but if he could provide a semblance of understanding of her and what she has been going through, it would be worth it.

[color=C789B1]"Fine. I'm in."[/color] A breath of hesitance, of reluctance, but acceptance nonetheless. The others gradually grew there also, though flying responses reverberated through the air. Running to Canada? Destroying their cell phones? Surely a group of Witch Hunters would not be detered because they couldn't hack a cell phone tower or get past border patrol.

[color=C789B1]"Belladonna. You can call me Bella if you want. So, shall we get this training underway now or wait until they come bursting through the door?"[/color][/color]