@RomIsWright Hello Internet! This is Dianne Nelson; Romās roommate (and friendā¦I guess). I took possession of Romulusā phone (or āiPhoneā as he calls it) and I stumbled across this Instagram world! How do I talk to u lovely people? Should I comment on your photos? Do you have to comment on this one first? Well, Iāll figure this out later. Bye Instagram world, and may God bless youĀ ā¤
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@RomIsWright Instagram world was easy to work with but what is Vine?! Iām so lostā¦ well, this Dianne Nelson. Goodbye, vine world! God bless uĀ ā¤
A-Alright, um, take your time! Really?! Is it ācause I donāt have a southern accent or what? A-And to be honest, Romā¦ I didnāt have m-much to drop. Thatās why I said so quicklyā¦
Oh G-Gosh, oh noā¦Ā āNo, no! Of course not! I-Iām done with that, Rom, I-I told you. But, uh, the day after the other hunters showed upā¦ I was injected with some kindā¦ I donāt even know, to be honest. But Gosh, Rom, I-Iāve been s-sick since then. Iām always hot for some reason, I coughed a little t-too much and Iā¦ The woman said I was her āexperiment,ā Rom. W-What if sheā¦ W-W-What if Iām turning intoā¦ I-It doesnāt work like that, rightā¦? T-Tell me it d-doesnāt work like that, Rom?!
Y-Yeah..? Mhm, but, uh.. the way you look. You don't look like a farm girl. I-I guess I didn't have much beside my dad, either.. O-oh, and besides my kindergarten class.. a-and besides the house I lived in for twenty-four years.. A-and, let's not forget all the memories I had.
O-oh, I see. I-I know you said so, but the question was random, and given the circumstances, I just --.. I-I'm sorry, I -- w-well, it's possible.. I mean, if there was a cure for lycanthropy, I'd imagine there could be an injection for it. They could've analyzed the way the bite works or something -- ran tests with captured werewolves and human volunteers, o-or.. in your case.. a captured human.. I-I.. I can't say for sure, 'Anne. The stages are too early if it only happened a day or so ago -- g-give it a week, in the very least?..
Looks pretty nasty, to be honest. What happened? Did you fall orā¦? I-I sorry, Iām being nosy, arenāt I? Y-You donāt have to answer it, um. But yeah, I know! I grew up on a small farm and Iām not a city girl so Portlandās justā¦ Wow. But Iām sure I, and you, will get use to it. Itāll just take some time. Yeah, but I was the one who agreed, right?
I have a, um, question though, Rom. W-What are the symptoms of a newly turned wolfā¦?
Yeah, um, maybe I'll answer that another time. Y-You grew up on a farm? Funny, I, quite honestly, would've pictured you as a city girl.. I, uh, maybe, yeah. Maybe. It'd definitely take some time, I agree. H-Heh.. Yeah, you were, but it's almost as if you dropped everything to come. It would've been rude of me to not offer any help, ya'know.
W-Wha --? W-Well, I was born a wolf, but I guess I've seen what a few others have gone through. TheĀ symptoms are the same as like a cold. You get fever, you vomit -- the works. They've got a really bad smell, too, but uh -- w-wait. D-Dianne? Y-You aren't going to.. Y-You're still.. M-My gosh, a-are you still hunting?..
We wonāt. We will be more careful this time, and these people look so naive I doubt it they even know what werewolves are. And maybe they do know, and they have accepted them. Maybe Iām wrong, but you canāt justāā¦just donāt tell this to James, okay? He hates himself for what happened back in Florence, he doesnāt need this.Ā
Florence is not the same any more, the bomb almost wiped the town off the map, do you understand that? We donāt have anything left to return to.Ā
I understand that you need time, but donāt live with the hope that one day we are going to return to Florence. We wonāt. And we probably wonāt stay here that long either. We are wolves, Romulus, we run ā itās what we do.Ā
Y-You never know! We've learned good and hard that people aren't always who they make themselves out to be. F-Florence could've accepted them if we handle things mor --.. I-Is that so.. J-James really feels that way?
I --..But, Dad isn't a --.. I-I understand, Delia. I-I guess..
O-Oh. You never did tell me w-what happened to your armā¦? But yeah, uh, Portland sure is different from F-Florenceā¦ Donāt mention it? Donāt be silly, Rom! Youāre even letting me stay with you. I-I canāt even begin to tell you how grateful I am.
I-It, uh, was an accident. It's nothing.. But, uhm, yeah it's a heck of a lot different. It's, well, it's really big. Not sure how I'll get used to it. H-Heh, really, it's fine Dianne.. I-I.. 'm just doing my part to help you out here. I mean, after all.. kind of was the one that brought you here, remember?
Romā¦.we canāt get back to Florence, itās not safe for us to be there anymore.Ā
Do you think I am happy with this? With running away in order to survive? I donāt want to accept this, but I have to. And the sooner you do too, the better.Ā
And, you think Portland is? There's so many people here.. We're going to be exposed here in a matter of time, just like in Florence, so why not go back, explain and handle everything more appropriately,Ā and save ourselves another mass outbreak? I-I.. I'm sorry that I can't do that for you right now..
H-How are you, though? I know you didnāt want to move, soā¦ Oh! Thanks again for taking me with you. I donāt know where I would be right now if you didnātā¦
'm alright -- I mean, having an arm broken in half kind of sucks, especially in a new, bigger city where a helping hand could be scarce..Ā but ya'know. Y-Yeah, I had no choice given the conditions, but.. it's fine, really.. In fact, don't even mention it.
location: the wright's house, conner samuel's home
general notes: lbr who cares how long it takes for the ac and fans to actually work ok don't blame me just love
When Romulus Wright received the text message from James, he was unable to fathom how his alpha could simply leave their home behind, without so much as even a suggestion of a fight. In fact, his superior only wished for the pack to stay in pairs and pack up their belongs -- no thought of hostility to be displayed. While the brunette was initially a kind-hearted soul, the thought of the hunters caused adrenaline and rage to coarse through his veins; unable to rid himself of the thought of at least doing something productive for his town -- his home, and heck, for his brother and the rest among the fallen. He wanted to avenge the lives that had been lost in some sort of fashion, rather than merely give up his cause without a battle. And, well, upon updates from other social medias and through trusted friends, he believed that late afternoon was his chance.
In a fluid movement, Romulus swiftly took the map in his hands and grabbed a backpack filled with sporadic supplies of basic survival material, also including cookies and Capri Sun's should his rescuee's be hungry or frightened. He intended on embarking on his mission at that very moment, knowing he couldn't waste any further time, but found himself halting in his steps as he looked towards the stairs before his main door. While death was a possible outcome -- possibly a high one, at that -- the twenty-four-year-old shook his head as he thought of his father, Aaron, and how he was all the older man had left. No, I'm coming back. I will not die -- I love you.. and I'm coming back, he thought, attempting to boost his faltering confidence with his reason for fighting, as he proceeded to exit the residency and opened his map.
After successfully warning three houses in a row of the dangers to come, Romulus found himself at a familiar home -- one he had been to once before after the request upon the parent. It was the house of one of his kindergarten students, Conner Samuels, and under the consideration of how his students were like his own, he couldn't help but quicken his pace towards the patio of the quaint, seemingly quiet home. However, as he came closer to the wooden entrance, it was blatant that the door frame had been broken and entry had been forced. While they were obvious warnings and indications hunters had either been there, or were there, he couldn't waver the impending feeling something would happen if he didn't at least check.
Carefully pushing the loose door open, Romulus winced upon hearing a creak sound throughout the residence. Furrowing his brows, he immediately knew that was a mistake, but proceeded to enter into the seemingly vacant home. There wasn't a soul in sight, which was unsettling to the brunette -- was that a good sign, or was he simply too late, and bodies could appear at any given moment as he lithely stepped along the wooden flooring. His question and lingering thoughts were answered the moment a woman in all black turned around the corner of the living room to face him, having a loaded crossbow equipped.
Eyes widened, his laps cracked as they went dry. Before he could even register the fact he was standing face to face with a cold-blooded killer, Romulus felt the wind of an arrow whiz, and heard the sound of the whoosh as it nicked the edge of his ear and embedded itself within the wall behind him. Adrenaline pounded in his head as he became frantic, unprepared for such a moment, and he found himself staggering up the stairs, hearing his instigator not too far behind, as if to search for anything he could use for self-dense.
Scrambling into the hallway, he acknowledged an old-fashioned, tall wooden-coat hanger at his side once he reached the top of the steps. With the cant of his head, Romulus forcefully clutched his new wooden weaponry and swung it into his instigator the moment an arrow was sent flying into the post. Evidently a weak choice of defense as the wood snapped in two upon impact with the stomach of the hunter, the brunette abruptly entered into the open room beside him and slammed the door close. Although, it didn't do much good as arrows fiercely penetrated the wood.
Anything, he thought as he paced throughout the room, keeping his distance from the door. Anything at all. I can't die -- I can't die for Remus, for Graham, for Hannah, for Olive, for Grace.. Heck, I can't die for those lost in the bomb, or in the fire.. I-I.. I can't die for dad.
It was then when he felt the cool metal against his back, completely ignoring the sound of the hunter attempted to kick down the sturdy door. Recognizing the sensation to be caused by the ultimate weapon he had overlooked all this time, Romulus reached behind him to take the hand of his silver gun from beneath his tucked shirt. Previously spouting only ridicule of the device towards whomever neared him, believing it wasn't going to ever be of any use, he couldn't believe he was actually whispering a silent thank you to James Peterson for making him acquire the weapon for his own safety in the first place.
"B-But.. can I do this? Can I actually --" he breathed the moment the woman barged into the bedroom, holding a crossbow pointed towards Romulus' head. His eyes shot open as if he was a deer in headlights, seemingly unable to move, as if the roots of his fears had traveled through his thoughts and solidified, planting him into the carpet. Pointing his gun towards his instigator head on, he could feel the sweat trickling down his temple, and the lock in his throat he tried to swallow to hold back his tears. He took a step forward, stammering as his lip quivered, "I-I.. I don't want to kill you."
The hunter began to pull back her arrow, completely disregarding Romulus' words, and as if time slowed for his sake, a quote rang through his head:Ā āConscience doth make cowards of us all.ā
Bang.
Without even realizing it, the bullet was shot directly in the woman's head, and the loaded gun fell onto the carpeted ground, along with Romulus' knees. He couldn't believe the sight before him -- the blood seeping into the depths of the pure white shag, and the sight of his hand; the hand that pulled the trigger.
"I-I.. I killed someone. I --"
He promptly stood after grabbing the gun, ridding his reddened cheeks of the salted liquid with his free wrist. While he knew the outcome of that encounter would inflict his dreams for evenings to come, Romulus knew he couldn't waste time in his faults -- he had to check for signs of life, simply unable to allow another child's blood to be spilled. And so, the brunette trudged down the halls, opening each room and peering in curiously, as if believing someone could be hiding. He knew if he was in such a situation, unable to get out, he'd at least do so. However, not a peep was heard.
Swallowing down the lump in his throat as he stumbling down the stairs, Romulus believed the fight for that home had been over -- that is, until he could have sworn he heard a child's voice. Turning abruptly back in the direction towards the upstairs as he was in mid-step, he was caught off guard when he was pushed and corned into the stairwell by a tall, rugged male dressed in the same attire as his previous instigator, dropping his gun on impact to the wall.
"You're going to pay for killing her. You're going to pay long and slow."
Romulus felt a tight grip around his throat as he was repeatedly slammed into the wall by the other hunter, that presumably came to check the cause for the commotion on the high level of the home. Gasping for air, his eyesight was growing hazy, but if he wasn't mistaken, the sight of a familiar, raven-haired beta was seen entering into the home, pausing, and then quickly rushing off into a room that wasn't in his line of sight. Was that.. Delia..? he thought as he struggled to breathe. He could feel the sweat building up again on his forehead, and -- wait, he thought.
The sweat on his brow became cool, and soon enough, his entire body was becoming colder by the second. The air surrounding Romulus became crisp and chilled, much to his surprise as it was to the hunter, who loosened his grip in confusion as he looked around, although still holding the brunette against the wall. Before the boy could register what was happening, he could see his heavy breaths puff from out of his panting lips, and was engulfed by a frigid atmosphere. It was blatant that the temperature was dropping, and fast at that -- so fast, the chills that were sent up Romulus' spine caused a searing pain in his back. His body began to ache, releasing agonizing wails as he jerked and fell in front of him, the hunter releasing him in his perplexed state of mind.
In a matter of seconds, the brunette grasped the railing of the stairwell tightly as he was rushed with the encumbering agony his form continually graced him with each drop in temperature. His pale, toned muscle contracted, and shifted, causing him to haunch as he proceeded to clutch the rail, attempting to lift himself up from the floor. HisĀ tousledĀ mundane hair sunk into the depths of his skin as brown fur with tints of black rose in its place to the surface along his cheekbones, and then soon enough, along every inch of bare skin that remained. It was then when his body abruptly toppled the carpeted steps. His incisors sharped as his skeleton broke into pieces, then reshaped to take on his animal-form. As blood trickled out from his new casting as theĀ transformationĀ underwent, he embraced the occurrence; welcoming it as he felt it to be invigorating and just what he needed to get him back on his game.
However, Romulus' excitement was cut short the moment he heard a loud crack. Another vociferous wail was released from bestial structure upon the moment the bone broke -- an unwavering pain came from his dominant arm that he was unable to move.
The slap of Ariaās untidily laced-up vans against the pavement was one of the few sounds drifting through the street. There was a surprising lack of cars, but Aria figured that the reason behind that was the fact that it was getting a little late. Brilliant blue eyes traveled upwards to catch a glimpse of the skies beginning to fill with murky darkness. Dusk. That was the time that she enjoyed taking her little trips to the woods.Ā There was more of a breeze, and everything seemed a lot more peaceful at that time somehow.
It held the ability to expel a few unwanted thoughts from her mind, and Aria took advantage of that. However, on her way down, she wasnāt expecting to run into anybody. Especially anybody who looked soā¦ sad. She stopped in her tracks once she was close enough to talk to him. āHey, uhmā¦ You alright? I can almost feel the waves of sadness rolling off you.ā She smiled gently, hoping that she could find a way to comfort the upset young man.Ā
The vacancy of the town's streets were unsettling -- in fact, so bizarre to Romulus, that he felt compelled to get as far away from it as possible. It had seemed as if Florence as lost some of it's light in the more recent months; as if the once bustling town, so full of life, had gradually dimmed into a monotonous haze, if even that. It was burdening to see such a sight, especially to the brunette, whom was once flourishing with excitement, himself. If you had told the twenty-four-year-old back in the spring that he'd lose his sense of humor, his friends, Florence hisĀ home -- anything that had ever sparked or flared life within in him, he would have laughed in your face and told you that joke was more absurd than any of the ones that he could ever create. Tell him that now, well, it was reality, which was why he found himself trudging along the outskirts of the residencies, yearning to rid himself of the cold and find even the slightest glimpse of warmth; to get as far away as possible.
With his hands in his pockets, Romulus furrowed his brow and kept a solemn expression plastered onto his face as he felt the smooth, dirt path beneath his leather-covered feet, blatantly lost in his wandering thoughts. He kept his head down as he maneuvered passed outreaching branches from the evergreens besides him -- that is, until he heard a rustle and footsteps from behind. With the cant of his head, he absentmindedly turned half-way, glancing towards his instigator from the side. "I, uh --" he was both caught off guard by her presence, and her kindness. It almost seemed as if the latter was rare in this region since the murders, and the mere concern directed towards him alone caused his corners to twitch into a subtle smile. "'m just peachy. Don't worry about it."
Listen to me very carefully, Romulus. I know you are hurt and angry and you are out of your mind, but this is not the time to think about this. Your first priority right now should be your own survival. The hunters are all on our backs and they are going to wipe this town off the map in no time. Right now, all you need to think about is getting your own ass saved and helping your own pack, your own family. You canāt help the ones that are gone, they are gone and they are not coming back. And about you and Remusā¦we will talk about it when we are all safe. If we manage to get out of this situation.
B-But.. Delia, you lied to me. You, of all people, lied to me. Heck, that means James lied to me, too. Tch, my own survival? Wanna see it? Huh? [pulls it out from beneath his shirt and waves it in front of him, pointing it upward] James told me to get one -- that'd it protect, and help me survive, but will it really? Huh? How do I know that's not just a lie, too? What if this will only kill me? How do I know anything anyone when everyone is either betraying me, or lying to me, or involved in the murder of some of my best friends?
I think it's obvious no one's safe, anymore, Delia. No one's going to be saved unless someone actually takes an initiative. N-No more plans, no more strategies, no more waiting. Unless we do something now -- let anything be known, more people will die. I -- I'm not having that, Delia. [glances at his gun] I can't help those that are gone, but something can be done to avenge my brother -- all the fallen. I'm not going to stand and talk about remaining calm with you, and just talk about helping the pack -- I don't want to hide; I want to do something, and if you won't help me, I'll figure it out myself.
I-Iām not saying you canāt or you shouldnāt, but just not now, Romulus. Everyone is beyond scared, especially the children, so we need actā¦calm, as if everythingās going to be okay. A-And no I canāt. I told you, I never had someone close to me die. And Iām so, so sorry, R-Romulus. I wish I could relate to you, but I donāt. So please, bear with meā¦ I-Iā Everythingās going to be okay. My Lord will help us through this. I know itā¦ But oh God, please, please, please donāt be mad, Romulusā¦Iāmā¦ Iā
I-I hunt, noāĀ hunted your kind. Werewolves. I came here with others months ago to cleanse Florence of itās impurities. Butā¦ Werewolves arenāt demons. We are. Iā¦ I figure that out a little too late, R-Romulus. I thought I was doing the work of God but this isnāt what He wanted. None of this isā¦ So please, point me to your Alpha so I can tell him what I know. Who are they and what I know of their plansā¦
Iām so sorryā¦ None of you deserved thisā¦ You didnāt deserve this, Romā¦
The children.. D-Dianne, don't even start with them -- please!Ā Ā I lost a student, one of my children, because of that bomb, ya'know. I-I-I I can't even process what's h-happening anymore in the town, and you expect me to remain calm! T-There's so much happening -- so many lost, so many deaths, andĀ so many flames. I.. Well, I had faith, Dianne. I-I.. I really did, but.. d-don't you ever think that maybe Florence is too forsaken now? I-If.. If He wouldn't want to save us? W-We've allowed our children to die; we've allowed their shields and protection to crumble.. D-Do you ever think we've failed Him? And, for that.. nothing could save us now? W-What can we do? W-What is there left to do?
Y-You.. Hunted us?! You killed us?! You killed Hannah, and Graham, and Olive, and William and -- D-Di.. anne, I c-can't, I -- [begins to take steps away from her, tempted to pull out his gun, but merely shakes his head instead, blatantly trapped in disbelief] Y-You.. [inhales deeply] You've killed my family.. You've killed all of them! I -- I can't do that. I can't help you -- you can't help us. Y-You can't do this. Y-You can't do anything for us. Y-You..
Did you know Remus was my brother? D-Did you know all along, too? I mean, after all, my father put me in Wolfus because Mrs. Walker told him so. You must've known, right? And, now, you must know how hard this is for me, right? How I can't -- I can't do this.
