GANG ROBBERY — MEETING 11.16

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]It has been almost a week since mama had introduced them to The Typhoon, the island that they had been birthed in. Everything has been so eventful but he appreciates the constant stimulation, the interesting things he has come across. Well, he can only appreciate most of what has happened. There are fragments within his memory that frightens the poor boy. The thoughts are suppressed, locked and trapped - key thrown into the middle of the ocean where it will sink and drown. No one will have to see the monstrosity of a nightmare he has faced. And yet there are triggers which bring the emotions to surface, brimming at the seams, the remembrance of glinting claws and sharp words. Sanguine and royal blood, mixed and intertwined. The child had been fearless and now he is fearful. He dreads the glimmer of metal, the appearance of bones and claws. They sit within the realm of his innocent mind like a parasite. It saps at his fear, his brain that constantly works to suppress the emotions that come about him. Sometimes the thoughts come in flashes, invading his current mood. Other times he is frightened by the appearance of static, a great blur and sea of grey that clouds his vision. If traumatising a child had been the goal of that momentous night, it had certainly worked over the easily stained heart of Elijah. Suddenly, the most harmless of things can become scary and overwhelming. Beneath his brave face and cheeky smile is a boy racked with grief and dread, afraid of what he may find because he realises he is not invulnerable. He is frail, small and weak. He couldn't even protect his sister.

The grey skies and rain bring about pleasant thoughts. He remembers meeting his nameless friend who had been suffering from the intoxicating heat of the sun, he remembers establishing a bond beneath the shelter of a palm tree while water dripped hazily towards the soil. There is comfort to the rosy feelings which were attached to the memories, the kitten merely smiling as he walks hastily through the rain, tailing behind the white cloak of his sister. Thirteen scouts before him, the rat sniffing about and entering the tunnel, careful not to be trod upon by moving entities. The rodent's eyes are his eyes, Elijah capable of seeing through the creature's perspective as he too moves into the shade, raising his head and looking about the dome. It is much bigger than him, filled with empty space. His lips part slightly in amusement, awed whilst Thirteen climbs back onto the child and tastes rest beneath his wing's feathers. 'Your sister is over there,' his black rat whispers within a mind, speaking through the spiritual link they had with each other. Elijah dips his head slightly in a nod, looking ahead to see Stella sitting alone. For a brief moment, he is hesitant to come any closer. He wonders if there is still a healing scar left behind from Caesar's swipe but, refusing to let it be an excuse not to approach her, the ragdoll walks and sits beside Stella. He offers her a smile, blue eyes beaming towards her before flickering his light gaze towards the one sitting at the throne. This was the Captain, the boss of the place. Funny how Elijah had been paying so little attention he hardly even knew who this Pincher was, not even aware of the creature's name.