Bad Blood || Mara & Evie
Evie watches the man from a distance, a little smile touches the corners of her lips. With his back to her she can't see what he's doing for sure, but Evie knows that the man is new. She likes meeting new people, they're always so exciting. She wonders if he knows any magic, or if he has a favorite color.
She approaches him with light steps, peering over his shoulder to see what he's working on. Her face falls when she sees him stuff a handful of their medical supplies into his bag. He's got all sorts of things in there, ammo, water, cans of food, things that Evie knows for a fact don't belong to him. She's about to run over and tell the man off, but she's stopped by a little voice in the back of her head. This man is dangerous, she should not let him know that she's here.
A moment later she starts to back away, keeping her eyes on the man as she goes. He hasn't noticed her yet. If she can stay quiet, he won't hear her at all and she can escape and alert someone who knows what they're doing, like Samson or Charlie. When she thinks she's out of ear shot she turns and quickens her pace, desperate to get out of there as quickly as she can. She's nearly at the door when she feels a sharp tug on the back of her head.
She didn't hear him come up behind her, but somehow he had gotten close enough to grab a fistful of her hair in an impossibly short space of time. She cries out in pain and the man starts to drag her back. "Where do you think you're going?" he growls, but Evie is too busy trying to get free to answer him. She lets out a sharp cry and she can hear the man laugh at her. She struggles with all of her might, digging her nails into his hands and lashing out wildly, but the man is too strong, she can't break his grip.
