Who? Marta and Aaron and OPEN! Where? On the island, thinking it's deserted When? Saturday night during the party What? Landing to a quiet island Rating? low ish Status? open!, part logged, incomplete
Marta chewed on her thumbnail as she paced. Wait for him, he said. She knew enough to do exactly what Aaron said. He'd saved her life a number of times already. And doing what he said had kept her safe. So there was no reason to think that following his orders would do otherwise. So she paced. She tried to ignore the sounds of the waves. She wasn't completely sure where they were. The last thing she knew they were on a boat to an island that wasn't even on the map. Was this that island? Had they reached their destination? She would have remembered landing and coming ashore, wouldn't she? She just shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself as she waited. She knew that he would be there soon.
Aaron ran. It was one of the things he was good at, running. Only this time he wasn't running away from a threat, he was running towards the only focus in his mind. Marta had saved his life more than once and in more than one way so he convinced himself that it was to pay her back, set her up in a happy life and not because she was the only person in the world he could trust. Waking up on this island was sending his danger sense into a tailspin but all he could think of was finding her again.
Marta kept her eyes on the tree line, glancing every now and then. She hoped that any movement she saw was Aaron and not something or someone else. She moved a little closer to the trees, though. A little further away from the water. For some reason it was making her nervous.
He pounded his legs, getting too nervous that they were losing each other's ways. He yelled out, "Marta?!!!" Aaron called, pushing his way through thickets of trees
She barely heard it, but it was enough to turn her attention to the trees. "Aaron?!"
His ears and enhanced hearing picked up the sound immediately, "Marta?! Where are you?!" He stopped for a second to get his bearings back.
"Aaron?" She called again. She couldn't quite understand what he'd said, she just knew the sound of his voice. She moved closer to the trees.
Aaron located the direction her voice was coming from and ran in that direction, hoping to god that he was right. "MARTA!" he yelled louder, wishing they had a working radio or something to go by.
She moved even closer to the trees, but she was a little afraid to actually go into the jungle. "AARON!"
He managed to get through the woods and out the other side but couldn't see her familiar, happy form anywhere. He wanted that reassurance that she was alright, alive, breathing. He had a sick feeling in his stomach about this place, after all. "Marta?!"
"I'm on the beach, Aaron!" She sighed, looking around, trying to find him.
He finally saw her familiar beautiful form and laughed in relief, "Marta." he stood behind her, just drinking in the familiar sight of her. "Turn around."
She turned around and jumped a little, then smiled. "Aaron." She draped her arms over his shoulders.
Aaron couldn't stop himself and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up off the ground easily as if she weighed nothing. "You're a sight for sore eyes."
She laughed softly. "I can say the same."
He stepped back a little, "You don't remember how we got here, do you?" he asked, needing to know exactly where they were and who put them there
She shook her head. "No, I don't. I just woke up on the beach." She sighed. "If I'd come from the boat I'd be wet...."
His eyes darkened. "I don't remember anything either. I woke up in the woods." he captured her jaw between his broad, blunt hands and searched her eyes. "Were you hurt?"
She shook her head. "No. I'm fine. Completely fine." She smiled. "You're not hurt?"
He shook his head a little. "No. I can't feel anything wrong." Aaron dropped her hands, "I saw buildings in the distance."
"There's a city here?" She shook her head. "What about that?" She pointed toward the spire in the distance.
"Something about this place..." he mumbled "Something's not right here."
She nodded. "It just feels.....off." She looked around, then looked at Aaron again. "At least we're here together, right?"
He nodded a little, still not convinced. "We need to find a place to lay low. This could be one of Byer's games."
She nodded. "I guess we could head toward the city. Unless you think that's a trap."
"There's no other choice. We have no supplies." he pulled out the empty liner of his pockets. "Not even a pen knife."
She was wearing simply jeans and a loose fitting shirt. "I've got nothing either." She sighed. "Maybe we can find some food."
"Come on." He took her hand effortlessly and lead her towards the city, keeping his eyes open for threats and other people. "You should rest soon."
"I'm fine, Aaron." She smiled, following him.
He cast his eyes up and down her form. "You need sleep more than my body does."
"I'm fine. I'll sleep when I know we're safe." She nodded.
Aaron didn't want to mention that he thought they'd never be safe, not completely. They'd have to be nowhere on earth for them to be safe. "Let's just get to the centre."
She nodded again. "Yeah, let's get to the city. And get something to eat. I'm starving." She chuckled.
He picked up the pace, clutching at her hand. He lead them quickly along the path, keeping an eye and an ear out. "Maybe we'll find people who speak English."
She nodded, looking around as they walked along. She tried to be as vigilant as Aaron but she knew that he had better eyesight and hearing. She still tried. "We don't have any money, Aaron."
He laughed a little, looking at her, "I'll steal something, Marta. Not like we can worry about getting arrested for stealing."
"You know I don't like that." She sighed. "I know it's necessary but I still don't like it."
He arched an eyebrow, "Marta, you've evaded police men, torched your own house, shot at people... and you feel bad for stealing food?"
"You think I felt good about any of the rest of that stuff? And technically speaking, you torched the house."
"You lit the fuse, I just handed you the fire." he smirked a little, tugging at her hand as they got closer to the buildings. "Can you hear people?"
She shook her head. "No. I can't hear anyone." She sighed. "Is this place deserted or something?"
"Then where did these buildings come from? Why are there footprints ahead of us?" he mumbled. "Where is everybody?"
She shook her head again. "I don't know." She looked around.
He chewed on his lips. It was like a ghost town around the place, and not a soul was to be found anywhere. "Come on." he tugged her down to an alleyway.