Thread: Bounty Hunters Part II: The New Era

"....Why....Viena..." Mark groaned again.

'Why couldn't I stop them Viena. Why when I finally did something right I got you killed.'

It was all his fault. Maybe if he kept his mouth shut He could have turned around and shot them all, but of course he had to just say no infront of the boss.

"I'll go with you." Sakura said to Serah and began walking. "I need to check on him better."

Jeremy looked at Marisan, exhaled loudly, and motioning at the group, more specifically Eric. "These are the people a prince carries around with him? They show no decorum, no honor, it's almost as if they don't think of him as a leader."

Viena? 'Who the...? Who's Viena?'

Somebody he knew? From his pa- his past... What he told her. A watered down version of the shit Soulless had done, but still the greatest atrocity in his mind. She could understand.

"Viena..." that name... what did it mean to him?

She had a lot of things on her plate.

As they stopped in front of a room, Serah had set Mark on a large bed. Looking down at him, she brushed the hair from his face. Turning to Sakura, she nodded; before walking toward the door. Sakura would have an easier time helping him. Serah wasn't exactly PSI...

Walking out the door, she clenched her arms as she thought about the entirety of the three days here. A meeting with Soulless, Sakura fainting, Klay meeting his mother, everyone discovering new potential. She prayed that her mental health wouldn't suffer anymore than it has.

Serah heard people gathering down the hall. So she walked in the opposite direction, going to another room.

"Hey, I know he's my leader. Just sayin'. Klay, your mom is pretty good looking." Eric said. He turned to Jeremy.

"Define 'decorum.'" He said.

"You alright, Serah?" Eleanore asked, peeking into the room. She seemed kind of bothered by something. Eleanore wasn't really nosy, but it wasn't in her nature to just let someone sulk if they needed a shoulder to cry on.

"Being humble, modest- OH WHY AM I TRYING!" yelled Jeremy.

"Jeremy calm down." Marisan advised to Jeremy.

"I'm sorry about them." Klay sighed.

Serah had laid herself on the bed, a hand over her face. "Uh..." raising it above her eyes, she looked over to see Eleanore.

"Eleanore," she said lowly. "Hey..." she sat up in the bed. "Come in, if you want..."

"I resent the no decorum claim." Jack spoke for the first time. He had been studying everyone and everything. "After all, I know how to act."

(can somone please wake me up soon. its ahrd trying to think of more flashbacks and stuff.)

A random telekinetic pulse went off from Mark. suddenly he began to toss and turn as thing in the room floated around as though they were in space.

Serah stood up, walking towards Eleanore. "On second thought, that's fine. I need some air."

Sitting over the edge of the bed, Serah stood to walk out of the door behind Eleanore. Turning down the hall, she walked past several guards that were stationed there.

THUD!

"ugh...." Mark moaned.

his temporary telekinetic pulse wore off and he dropped to the floor. He finally broke the flashback with that though all unintentional. He sort of came to, but then the voices all came flooding back.

"will you just be quiet" Mark cried out clutching his head and curling into the fetal position.

"I can tell just by the color of your liver and lungs that you're a smoker and drinker, QUITE the smoker and drinker," said Jeremy pointing to Jack, "You can't fool me."

"That kid's good," said Brine, chuckling a bit.

"You're one to talk, I can tell you are also quite the smoker and drinker," Jeremy said.

"Which has nothing to do with decorum." Jack said dryly.

"It may not, but it sure reflects poorly on your character, I mean how much decorum can a drunkard show?" Jeremy said, mocking Jack just a little.