Re: Registration Table: Jason + Angie
Jason didn't like to run from a conflict. His instinct, as it always was, was to stand against the mob, to fight. He'd also learned from being outnumbered as a kid how much he didn't like it. You picked your battles, right? No need to die on the hill, especially when somebody else's life was at risk. And this nice little lynch mob didn't look like they were planning on arresting them and delivering them to the proper authorities.
It said something about him that he didn't question for a second that they knew something about him worth hanging for, and that he assumed they were coming for him. But Angie could easily be caught up in the crossfire, and that wouldn't fly. He picked the knife from his boot in a fluid motion and palmed it. "Don't wait on me, Kentucky," he said. "Let's run."
He broke off toward the trees in a flat sprint, his free hand on the back of her arm. They could find a quiet hollow to lie in, or duck into one of the abandoned houses. Climbing a tree would give them a better vantage point, and he did like to be at a height, but it also cut you to one escape route. Not likely. "You get yourself into some trouble?" he asked, ducking his head to avoid being struck in the face.