A New Place (Silvia) [Finished]

[Demetrio]

A loud groan came from a prone figure on the ground. He was just emerging from the depths of unconsciousness. He immediately wished he could slip back into it. There was a throbbing pain in the back of his head. It felt like an extremely disturbed woodpecker was trying to break his skull and get to his brains. Great... He sincerely hoped there wasn't some sort of zombie bird trying to eat him. That would be utterly unpleasant.

Demetrio opened his eyes. Fingers flexed. Toes wiggled. All of his appendages seemed to be in tact and working order. That meant he was alive. That was a decent start to any day. It meant there was still room for improvement. Oh, goodie. He frowned as more sensation came to his limbs. He was wet. More specifically the lower half of his body and his back were wet. What the hell? It was then he heard the sound of water lapping against the shore. His head turned to the left and, sure enough, he was lying in sand and half in the water.

The sun was on its downward path for the day. Evening wasn't too far away, though he estimated the time to be in the mid-afternoon. He lay there for several minutes and it occurred to him that the tide was rising. That required him to move from his spot soon. Demetrio raised his left hand to block the glare of the sun from his eyes. Part of the sleeve that was touching the ground was wet and he grimaced when droplets of water fell on his face.

Huh?

These were not the clothes he was wearing last he remembered. In fact, he never wore long sleeves, if he had a choice. Someone had changed his clothes for him while he was out. He sighed. Just his luck. Some stranger had seen him naked. All he could hope for was that the stranger had been some beautiful woman, and she'd liked what she had seen.

[Silvia A. Carter]

A large wolf surface from the middle of the lake and spotted a figure laying flat on the shore. The wolf swam strongly in the direction of the figure before snapping up a fish in her jaws and continuing on her way to land. Silva figured that she might as well share her evening meal with the being. That is of course unless the being was a male. Then it could go and take a flying leap at the barrier for all she cared.

She reached the shore after one more minute and pulled herself from the water in one fluid movement. The wolf went a few feet away from the figure and shook out her coat before padding back to the figure. The figure was male, but she couldn't leave him without protection now that the sun was falling from the sky. She wrapped her tail around her paws and dropped the fish directly in front of herself.

He groaned and stirred and her hazel-green eyes glanced at him for a moment before shifting back to looking at the water. He was injured and didn't need her antisocial behaviour directed at him at this moment in time. Silvia didn't look it, but she was in fact a mutant. But for now she would be his guard dog. She noted he didn't like long sleeves as he looked at them with confusion and slight irritation. She licked her wet nose pensively for a moment before curiousity won over the struggle with her rational side.
"You okay?" She asked him quietly before she noticed that the tide was coming in quick.

She moved the fish further from the water before going back to sitting beside him.
"So they left you all the way out here? Probably hoping the monster of the cemetery would kill you." She said nonchalantly and grabbed the fabric just near one of his shoulders and pulled him up and away from the water, supporting his head and neck with her own large head.
"I mean you no harm." She added as she let go of his jumpsuit and eased his head off of the top of hers, as not to agrivate any injuries to his head or spine.

She went back for her fish and brought it back to where she'd left him. Silva sat down next to him again and pricked her ears as she looked around, on guard.

[Demetrio]

He spent several seconds glaring his hatred at the long sleeves he now sported, when a voice broke through his concentration and brought his attention elsewhere.

"I'm fine," he grumbled miserably. Demetrio turned his head toward where he had heard the voice. To his surprise, there was no person for him to see. A large wolf sat staring at him with a fish on the ground in front of it. The fish had obviously already breathed the last of its life away and was still. The wolf sat looking at him before picking up the fish and moving it further away from the water.

"So they left you all the way out here? Probably hoping the monster of the cemetery would kill you."

Eh? The animal talked. Now he was certain he had a screw loose. Maybe the blow he'd taken to the back of the head was making him see things. His thought process was interrupted when the wolf grabbed at the cloth of the despicable thing he'd been forced to wear. He felt his body emerge completely from the water. This action in itself caused him to rethink the possibility that had been hallucinating. Hallucinations didn't have substance; they couldn't move things. He blinked as the fish was set down by him. Obviously he was dealing with something that wasn't just a normal wolf. There was intelligence in those eyes, more so than even an average wolf. Only one possible explanation came to mind that sounded reasonable. This wolf was a mutant. There was a problem with that conclusion. If this was a mutant, why weren't his powers working on the person? He could count the amount of times his power hadn't worked on another mutant on one hand and still have a couple left over. Three possibilities: he was so exhausted his power didn't have the energy to work (which had only happened once in his entire life), this person was stronger than they looked, or some entirely unknown reason he hadn't figured out yet. Perhaps it was because the mutant was in the form of an animal. His power didn't work on animals; nor, he remembered, did it work on an already finished process. If the wolf was indeed a shifter, until they turned back into human form, his power wouldn't have an affect.

"For me?" Demetrio moved to lay on his side, turning toward the wolf and the fish. A finger poked cautiously at the fish. "Thanks, I suppose." Unlike the wolf, he didn't know if his system would tolerate raw meat at the moment. Cooking it wasn't beyond his usual means, but gathering the energy to do so, was. He didn't know how long he had lain unconscious on the shore of the lake. Hours, at the minimum. He wouldn't think longer than a day, if that. Noticing the light was slowly fading away, Demetrio attempted to rise to a sitting position. It took him three tries but he finally succeeded and leaned back against a small tree that grew nearby for support.

"So, know of a place to rest that isn't by a large body of water?" His sleeves drew his attentive contempt again. "And how about somewhere to get a change of clothes?" The surroundings were also unfamiliar. "Also... Where are we?"

[Silvia A. Carter]

"I'm fine," The male said in an unhappy tone and she pricked her ears.
"Really? I find that hard to believe." She said calmly and then noted that he seemed to be in deep thought. She wondered briefly what mutation he could possibly have, but then gave up when he spoke to her.

"For me?" He asked and poked the deceased fish. "Thanks, I suppose." He looked dubiously at the fish and the chocolate brown wolf snorted in an amused fashion.
"You aren't going to have to eat it raw. Wait until I change back and I'll cook it alright?" She said and felt an overwhelming sense of unease as he tried to sit up, the first two tries were unsuccessful. It had taken him half a minute to get into the sitting up position. Just enough time for her to change back into her normal form. Her 5 feet 2 inches probably didn't stack up to his height.

"So, know of a place to rest that isn't by a large body of water?" He asked and the seventeen year old girl shrugged.
"Depends on how long you want to walk to get there. Closest one is that way." She pointed roughly north and gestured at a small grove of trees in a depression in the earth. It was about 60 feet (20 meters) away.
"And how about somewhere to get a change of clothes?" He asked and she looked back at him.

"Easy now tiger, you have to get checked over at the infirmary before you can get a change of clothes." She said before picking up the fish and turning back to look at him.
"Also... Where are we?" He asked and she smiled softly.
"We are in a place that is known as Freakopolis, it's where they put mutants." She said before helping him up onto his feet.

"We have to get there before everything goes dark. I'll have to go looking for firewood once we get there." She said and looked up at him with her trademark hazel-green eyes.

[Demetrio]

"You aren't going to have to eat it raw. Wait until I change back and I'll cook it alright?"

"Very well." Demetrio watched the process as the wolf changed into a human. Yup, definitely a mutant. And a young girl, at that. She looked young enough to be his daughter, if he'd had children in this life. He had seen shifters change before, but each mutant had different levels of experience with it. This girl seemed familiar with her own powers enough that she made the transition look smooth and painless. The painful ones were hard to watch, let alone experience.

A frown couldn't be stopped from forming as she pointed to a grove of trees. He wasn't too keen on spending the night in such a place. As far as he was concerned, indoors would be much more welcome than outdoors right now. He rubbed the back of his still aching head as she explained about the need to get to an infirmary before getting new clothes, and where the heck he was.

"Well, hell with that." If he couldn't get something more comfortable for a while, he would have to improvise. She had helped to him his feet not long before. Some strength slowly returned to his body as it knew movement again, allowing him to be able to move under his own energy. His arms stretched out in front of his so he could inspect what he was wearing more closely. It was an ugly jumpsuit and this first impression of his new surroundings wasn't exactly thrilling. The least he could do was rid his upper body of the horrid thing. Swiftly the zipper on the front of the jumpsuit came down and stopped just above his hips. No need for the girl get sight of something she didn't need to see. He took the long sleeves of the upper part and tied them securely about his waist. The entire getup was beginning to dry, which was a good thing. Besides, he was half naked now; he couldn't afford to become ill.

"Where to, captain?"

[Silvia A. Carter]

"Very well." He said and the brunette girl nodded once. The older mutant frowned as she gestured to the trees and she tried not to laugh.
"Well, hell with that." He said and she looked at him in a slightly confused manner.
"What do you mean?" Silvia asked before beginning to manouver him towards said trees.

"Where to, captain?" He had asked and Silvia noticed that he had tied the ams of the silver jumpsuit around his waist.
"Wherever the wind blows us matey!" She said in a pirate's slow drawl before laughing a little.
"So, I didn't catch your name..." She trailed off, 50 feet to go.

[Demetrio]

"What do you mean?"

Demetrio shook his head at her question. He had a habit of talking to himself sometimes. Life on the run had the tendency to be lonely and the only person to talk to was yourself. Besides, he wasn't willing to tell the girl that reason he'd been talking to himself was the mention that he wouldn't soon be able to get into a set of comfortable clothes. How he hated long sleeves!

The girl began to move toward the area of trees she had pointed his attention to earlier. He reluctantly followed with a grim look on his face, but his expression and mood lightened when she did a pirate imitation. A low laugh escaped his throat as they continued on their way. When she asked about his name, he felt rather silly. Under normal circumstances that would have been one of the first things to exchange. Interacting with someone new could be awkward if one didn't know what to even call the other person. Demetrio looked around the surrounding landscape as they neared the trees. But this wasn't a normal circumstance. The usual proprieties taking a back seat to more important things could be forgiven.

"The name's Demetrio. What's yours?"

[Silvia A. Carter]

Silvia watched as he shook his head and she smiled brightly for the first time in a long while.
"You are pretty cool you know that? I bet that you're gonna go far in here, just don't forget to say hello when you see me."" Silva said mischeviously.

He had looked grim when they had started walking, that was twenty feet ago. She had done a pirate impression to cheer him up and it her done its job, earning a low laugh from the man.
"The name's Demetrio. What's yours?" He asked and she noticed that they were six feet away from their destination now.
"I have lots of names in here. My real name is Silvia Carter, the name they gave me was Fang or The Graveyard Monster." She said truthfully before sighing a little.
"I'm only in the graveyard to visit mother, I'm not going to hurt anyone...usually." She said carefully and grinned, they were here.

[Demetrio]

Sigh.

Spending the night among the outdoors practically in the open, with only some trees as cover, was not exactly the best way to be spending his first night in this place. That couldn't be helped right now, though, so he would have to put up with it. His clothes were dry now and he no longer had to worry about getting sick because of wearing a soaked jumpsuit. At last they had reached the small copse and the time had come to settle in for the night.

"Thanks for the help, kid. I appreciate it."

Demetrio grunted as he sat down on a rock that had especially bad aim. He scooted over several inches and rested against a tree. The headache still made itself known as he tried to get some sleep. Food could wait until morning. Exhaustion took over and his eye lids grew heavy. Before he went totally under he remembered to make a mental note to get his butt to the infirmary in the morning as soon as possible.