Jared stands there trembling and on the verge of having a nervous break down when his mugger slipped the photo of his mother into the pocket on his shirt. Somehow, knowing that at least in spirit she was with him helped in dealing with whatever personal hell hold they had been put into. It took him a moment to realize she knew his favorite food....how the hell could she know that? Aside from begging for his life he was pretty sure he had not volunteered any information. Or maybe he did? This place was confusing, he felt like his head was going to explode. Hell he actually welcomed it at this point. At least then he would be dead and not here.<br/><br/>Removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose as he groaned in pain, his mind struggling to make sense of what was going on as the overall pain of his body began to seep into his consciousness. Being hit by a car was definitely something that he never ever wanted to try again.  Just as he began to think it could not get any worst someone wondered up from the direction that the woman with the fiery hair had pointed out hearing someone in distress.<br/><br/>Through blurry vision he watched the man leaning against the tree...well....soak up light. There was nothing else to really describe it. Breathing on the lens of his glasses he wipes them clean with the hem of his shirt, placing them back on his face before taking another look at the man. Yep, he was glowing alright. Like a fucking light-bulb he was GLOWING.<br/><br/>Medical help?! More like he needed an exorcist or at the very least an electrician, or anyone else but Jared. From all the crap he enjoyed reading about he was fairly sure he was suffering from what they called shock. If he had not been Jared was pretty sure he would have just run into the woods screaming like an idiot. Even now he could feel it starting to wear off and it felt like every bone in his body was bruised and his mind...<br/><br/>Just as he felt himself spiraling into a darkness...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œYou should head north with the other stragglers here,â€ she pointed towards the north where the even gallops of the horses came from. â€œItâ€™s the quickest way to get somewhere safe. Your other alternative is spending your time in the woods with me,â€ she gave a foxlike grin. â€œWhich I donâ€™t think will be the least bit enjoyable for you, or the others. You should goâ€¦â€ she nods softly and looks towards the man with his back up against the tree. â€œAnd take the injured whelp with you. I f he is still here, Iâ€™m using your skin as kindling.â€ </span><br/><br/>â€œUhh....uh...wait what....â€ he stammered looking about the group of people that he suddenly became responsible for. â€œI...I don't think that is a good idea....I mean I don't mind the woods. They can't be too bad if you are in there...what I mean is that you are the only thing that I am really scared of at the moment and...â€ he stammered trying to think of a way out of this responsibility. â€œI don't mean that you are scary...but....fuck...wouldn't the red head or the fire fly over there be a better choice?â€<br/><br/>She seemed to just ignore him as she removes her cloak, his eyes taking in her features committing them to memory out of habit and out of the fact thus far she was the only person who seemed to know what was going on. Plus when he got a round to filing a police report he wanted to be able to provide a sketch of his mugger.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œOne more thing before you go,â€ she settled Armada at his chin level. The obsidian blade seemed to laugh at him. â€œStrip.â€ </span><br/><br/>â€œEx...excuse me?!â€ Jared exclaims.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I did not stutter," she tilted her head slightly. "Take your clothes off."</span><br/><br/>Clutching possessively at his clothing, his eyes going from her eyes to the blade which she held far too casually, â€œWh...why?â€ he stammers nervously.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"If I were you I would concern yourself more with removing your clothes rather then asking questions I'm not going to answer and wasting my time," she said in that flat eerie voice; a recital from dictionary.</span><br/><br/>The thought to â€œblinkâ€ away came to mind, but without a target in mind he was pretty much not going to end up anywhere. At least no where better then he was right now. Sigh he removed his jacket and sweater, folding them and setting them down on the ground before unbuttoning his shirt, averting his eyes from her intense gaze to try and lessen the embarrassment that he was feeling. Even still, he blushed a clear and bright red as he removed his shirt. Thinking to himself of how pale his body looked, wondering if she noticed the light spattering of freckles that were on his chest. Did she think he looked weak? His lean frame had never been something that women found attractive, at least that is what he told himself and was part of the reason why he never went to the beach or pool. His pale complexion due entirely to his perpetual indoor life style.<br/><br/>His shirt he treated the same way as his jacket folding it up and laying the light blue material resting atop the first two in an effort to keep it clean. Stepping out of his shoes he unbuckled his pants and really blushed as he lowered the black slacks until he was able to step on them. Wondering what ever possessed him to get red and blue superman briefs. Very aware of how the material hugged his body, hands instinctively going to cover over his crotch area as he fought to stop blushing which only made him blush more.<br/><br/>So there he stood in his comic themed briefs, hands covering/cupping his crotch area, his body showing the beginning signs of what were going to be some serious bruising from where the car struck him. His sock covered feet wiggled in the grass,â€œUm...look if you are going to like...dismember me, rape me or whatever....just make sure my mother knows I love her. No need to tell her how I met my end...â€ he says to her with perhaps the first bit of back bone in his voice, his amber colored eyes meeting hers of azure blue for the first time.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Relax," she said in that even dead tone, and passed over her cloak to him to cover up. "I'm not going to kill, rape, or dismember you...yet. Iâ€™m letting you go, so long as you do what I have told you, to the letter," She commented while pulling his shirt/sweater over her head, taking in the scent and scrunching her nose. She didnâ€™t seem to favor the outsiderâ€™s choice of clothing at all. She dismisses him with a wave of her hand towards the north and gives him a look over once more with a light smirk. She wondered if she had enough skill to strike at the center of each freckleâ€¦ <br/><br/>â€œBye for now,â€ she said drolly, and began heading off towards the south with her glaives drawn.</span><br/><br/>Jared covered up gratefully, though when she began to get dressed in his clothing, â€œUm...wait what are you...â€ he did not get a chance to question her further, she was already heading away.  Besides that she had given him an order or command as it were and he was not about have her pissed at him. He liked his insides on the inside and while normally the thought of sex with a woman, even rape, would have been appealing (especially considering her striking appearance) something told him that â€œrapeâ€ with her was not going to be pleasant at all.<br/><br/>â€œAlright. You heard her....we go north...â€ trying to sound as much in command as possible, or at least not sound like a complete chicken.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat he strode over to the glowing guy, â€œUm..think you can turn yourself off or something? I don't really want to be like a beacon for something to come and kick my assâ€ he admitted honestly as he gestured his intent to help the other injured man walk.