Natasha pouted slightly, "We can't stay in this town!" She said before bursting into tears, "I can't carry him and our supplies..."she fell to her knees with a feminin fashion and looked at the ground as she cried, "Why'd you shoot him when your brother started the fight you evil wgirl.." She said, tears rolling off her cheeks and splashing onto her legs.
Jessica looked down at Natasha with a look of confusion. She was suprised to see the girl fall to her knees, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Natasha must have cared greatly for the boy, and even though she had such a nasty attitude, Jessica strongly beleived that no one deserved to lose someone that they cared so greatly for.
"Well, sympathy get's the better of all of us now." She sighed, rummaging through a small pouch at her waist.
"This will help speed up the recovery process, but he will still need some rest." She said, tossing a small vile of red liqiud at Natasha's hands. Jessica knew better than to get to close to someone this angry. It might only make things worse. After giving her the vial, Jessica turned and went back to shoving her brother along.
[]Gah... Well I gotta go to sleep now. My bearded dragons are wondering around the house somewhere and I must put them to sleep X___x ill sheee you all in the mornin'! BYE!![]
(Okay, talk to you tomorrow 🙂)
Natasha sniffled and looked at the red liquid. She smiled a little, tears still streaming down her face. If she hadn't spent ten years planning, she would have changed her mind about attacking the town soon, but that wasn't going to happen. She stood up and started to rush back to the market.
*Kyle watched Natasha go from the tree above her* "So..she's returned.." *He jumped down and began walking back towards the market. He had asked some local townsfolk for some directions, and he decided to head back and relay his information to the others.*
*As he walked, he remembered when everyone he knew were once only children, helping each other and learning their first steps in using their weapons or powers they contained. It pained him to think of when Natasha had chosen her fate. She had been persuaded by someone who was now long dead, supposedly murdered. The murderer was never found, though it walked past innocent travelers for years. Though he would never admit it, he was the murderer.*
*Once he reached the market, he began looking for the others who had run all across the area.*