#paras:sandy

Duncan waited for Sandy to go into Malia’s dream and bring her out. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.  It broke his heart that his little sister had to go through what she did to save him. Now she was going through it again. Who knows how many times she had to do this before she got to him. 

It wasn’t long before Sandy and Malia woke up. Once everyone seemed to okay and ready, Duncan let Malia lead the way through the cave. Her eyesight was better down here than his or Sandy’s. “There’s Rollin!” Malia said quietly.

Duncan rushed over and used what strength he had to help Malia lift Rollin down. He brought her arms down in a more natural position but wouldn’t let Malia cut the ropes with her claws. He shook his head. “You don’t know what its like in there. We can take them off after she’s awake.” It wasn’t as though he didn’t trust Rollin, but there were worse things that happened to her that Duncan didn’t know about, and he didn’t want her hurting someone in the process of waking up. “Sandy, I need the dream root.” He could sense Sandy’s hesitation. “Please, you can come with me, but I need to go in.” 

The next person Rory saw was Sandy. Rory put the dream root back in her pocket before getting Sandy down off of the wall, being as gentle as possible. Rory fumbled with her secret bra pocket and smirked when she found the hidden knife. Not even the djinn found this one. She untangled the tiny knife from Rollin’s necklace and cut the ropes around Sandy’s wrists before laying down next to her. She brought the dream root solution out of her pocket and placed a drop in each eye. “BITCH!” She yelled. That shit burned.

It was a cloudy and chilly day in Beacon Hills.  Duncan had picked up Sandy from her place and brought coffee and doughnuts for them both. He drove towards the west wooded part of town, inhaling the aroma of his black coffee in a to-go mug before taking a sip. It was a perfect day for coffee - just warm enough to rid his bones of the dampness in the air. 

They arrived at the woods and parked. Duncan opened the door and stepped down out of the black Chevy Silverado, his least conspicuous vehicle. He shut the drivers door and walked to the back of the truck, dropping the tailgate and getting into the bed of the truck. He waited for Sandy to join him, sitting on the edge of the bed next to the box behind the cab. 

“We need to go over something before we get started with physical defense.”  He took another swig of his coffee before continuing. “First thing you need to know about hunting, is that most of us are armed at all times. It is good to learn to identify how a person might be armed in order to prevent injury to yourself.” Duncan put down his coffee on the side of the bed next to him and placed his elbows onto his knees, leaning forward. “For example, I have seven weapons on me right now.” He paused, hoping he didn’t cause Sandy too much concern.  He didn’t want to scare her or make her feel vulnerable. However, he also had to impress the seriousness of the hunting business. It was good to have a healthy amount of fear for your potential enemies.