inermusmanus:
fudge, the woman goes to stare but nods, time for a new plan then play by his rules then make a run for it or fight him turning around.
‘l am guessing that means you be following me’
with that, she goes to walk, slow and making sure to act calm and not like she was scared out of her mind.
'The backpack is blue with pins on it if you wish to get it yourself’
She was cooperating, that was a nice change of events for him, not sure how long it would last; scared prey people could make some erratic decisions. He had learned that quite well over the years, a factor of the human race that would forever intrigue him. His curiosity extended momentarily to thoughts of her death, wondering how she’d reaction then. The thought was pushed away, an impulse he wasn’t quite ready to act upon.
Something about her still bugged him and he had yet to place exactly what that was, and he doubted he’d be able to discover it if she was dead. No, he needed her alive, speaking of which he almost didn’t hear the second sentence she uttered. Tuning back into the one sided conversation at hand, he mentally pictured the object. He wasn’t about to leave her side, choosing instead to shake his head, denying the thoughts.
He repeated the earlier gesture, figuring it would do the job of reinforcing the concept. After a brief pause another thought came to mind, maybe one that would calm her nerves enough to ensure she won’t cause trouble. He pointed to her before tapping the side of his head.










