Wrong place at the wrong time?

@Raziela <3

“Holy shit!” She cursed under her breath as she had made her turn around the corner and caught the beautiful grafitti that her friends had warned her about. She fiddled and found her cheap one-time use camera and took a proper picture of it. Despite all warnings of this wretched place, she was far too daring to give up a chance to see how beautiful it was with her own eyes. She turned her head at the sound of voices nearby, jumping down behind some large construction debris as she laid down and looked up at the sky.
She couldnt tell what they were saying, the language was something she hadnt heard before, but it sounded so refined and even beautiful. She heard a soft voice that made her push herself up carefully and peak up from the debris, hoping that the slight oncoming darkness of dusk would help her remain hidden.

She even went as far as to hold her breath and hope that she wouldnt be caught. She wasnt scared of getting hurt because she knew how to take a beating, she was more worried that if she was caught, they would steal her shit. She had so many memories in her camera that she wanted to put in her book. The girl’s voice called out and Dahria gasped quietly, laying still for a bit but then she realized there wasnt a point in hiding. She peaked her head up and looked at them, her bright blue eyes looking at the pretty girl who had spoken to her - At least she assumed that the voice would match the face. She had this innocent look at her face though she wasnt sure it would help her situation much.

The girl was right - This part wasnt safe. Which was why Dahria felt sceptical to find a pretty girl out here speaking in tongues she didnt know of. “I’m not done here,” she just said as she got up on her feet. She was dressed in a light hoodie that exposed her stomach skin, a couple of shorts that were held in place by a belt. Two different coloured knee socks with long black boots to match. She looked a bit like the kind that wandered this place, beside the fact that her clothes were clean. Her hood was over her head, her long black hair hidden in a ponytail inside the hood. Her face bore a heart tattoo below her eye and the side of her nose had been pierced. “I’m here to take pictures of the art,” she said as she pointed towards the wall she had been looking at before she resorted to hiding.

“Are you threatning me?” The fenix asked with her head tilted a little to the side. She wasnt sure why the girl seemed to care so much for her wellbeing, was it because she was the danger she was speaking of? The question made the fenix frown, shaking her head. She didnt see herself as edgy or an opportunist. She stepped back as the girl got a little close, feeling the rough wall against her exposed back. “Fine... I’ll go,” she said in a defiant tone, though there was something intriguing about the girl and the young fenix felt her own curiousity rise. She pushed herself off the wall and took the opportunity to look the girl properly in the eyes, her own flaring with that burning passion behind the bright blue. “You’ve got pretty eyes,” she said in a low tone before she went past her and got ready to make her leave. She was contemplating whether she could crawl up somewhere and hide to watch whatever that was going to happen.

She would have thought that her adventure had ended, but then someone pulled at her. She fought the hooded figure but she wasnt exactly strong. Inside the abandoned building her hand had grasped around a pouch on her backside, some powder that pretty much had the same effect as a strong pepperspray. “I find that hard to believe,” the fenix said in disbelief. Was she supposed to trust everyone she met tonight? But she was curious again, maybe too curious for her own good. “What do you need me to do?” She asked with her head tilted to the side.

A rescue mission? As intriguing as it may sound, Dahria was certain that the woman had the wrong person to ask for help from. “Where do I find him?” She found herself asking when she should have declined. She had a kind heart, she couldnt turn down someone who needed her help like that. She looked at the ring, inspecting it as she made a deep yet trembling sigh. Someone’s life was at stake, from what she could hear, so she was slowly composing herself to a more serious approach than her bratty loudmouth.

The plea didnt go on deaf ears and Dahria would make sure that she would at least try and help to her best ability. After all, she hadnt ever been afraid of dying, because deep inside she knew she wouldnt ever be gone. She went with the stranger to the window, looking at the commotion below. She frowned a little as the hooded person was thrown to the ground. She swallowed hard and frowned, watching the pretty girl treat him the way she did made Dahria wonder if the innocent look really was too decieve?
The purple skinned creature didnt seem like he would survive another beating and Dahria couldnt wait any longer. She moved out of the building, going back to the commotion, leaning back against a wall as she thought of her options. The stranger had promised a distraction, but she wasnt seeing anything just yet. She couldnt wait for it. Stepping out, she knew she was putting her own life on the line. “Hey again! I guess I’m lost,” she chuckled, trying to act all unknowing. Then her expression seemed to turn confused, but she was just pretending. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked curiously.

What had she expected? A warm open armed welcome? Maybe that was a bit of a stretch. The pretty girl didnt seem happy at all, actually quite the opposite. The brutes grabbed her before she could do anything, making her groan as it wasnt exactly pleasant. If she needed confirmation in dislking the roughness of men, this was definitely it. “Not even going to keep me for yourself?” She asked through gritted teeth, managing to put a smile on her lips despite the tight grips on her arms that definitely would leave some visible marks.
The purple daemon spoke in that beautiful tongue and redirected the girl’s attention to him. Dahria hadnt come prepared into this, so she had no idea how she was supposed to break free. She could feel them tighten their grip at the smallest of movements, she wondered if they were just dying to tear her limb from limb. The stranger appeared to take the hit intended for the purple daemon, revealing that she was also one of them. Dahria wasnt that surprised, it made sense. And then within the blink of an eye, the purple guy grabbed her and ran. She didnt realize that they were in another part of town before she took a few steps to orientate herself. “Wow,” she mumbled in amazement, looking at the purple daemon. She grabbed her water bottle and poured a bit on her sleeve as she didnt care if it got wet, or even be used to remove some blood from the daemons face. “You didnt have to save me,” she mumbled, wondering why he hadnt just taken his friend instead.

She must have been quiet for too long, pondering on her own for him to ask about her thoughts. She folded her lips and hummed, looking down at the ground. “I’m just not used to seeing stuff like this. People being beaten and such. I thought I would be scared, but I’m not,” she explained in a quiet tone, thinking it must have been weird. “In fact, I think the moment I drew the attention to myself was the most courageous I have ever been in my life,” she admitted. She had been brave before, but never like this. Doing daredevil things was not on par with what she did for the tall purple guy. She lifted a hand to scratch her neck, “I’m a person who never really gets to die. My kind are in an endless cycle of dying and be reborn, unless our souls gets eaten,” she explained, hoping it made some sort of sense. “So that’s why I’m not afraid of dying. Even if it’s my soul being taken,” she looked up as they got to an abandoned building. She went up ahead and made sure that no junkies were inside before waving him closer. Inside it was like she knew exactly were to go, dropping on her knees at a broken rug before pulling it to the side to reveal a hidden trapdoor. “I think this house was made back when the districts were fighting each other,” she mumbled, before she opened the trapdoor and let him go in first. Underground, it was quite the sturdy build, with three empty rooms. Dahria had collected a few trinkets from the home from when it was freshly abandoned, making it seem a little less apocalyptic and more home-like. “My second home,” she welcomed him, going around as she turned on a few battery driven lamps to add a nice warm light.