06-04-2015, 03:18 AM
Eltiask’s words cut through the dense numbers running through Melanie’s brain enough to get her to pause and process what he had relayed to her. No one goes through my woods, she replied, going alert instantaneously. Without a second thought, she saved all of her work, and reached under her bed, pulling out her survival pack. It was her just-in-case bag ever since the death of her parents. While she was still of the firm belief that it was her own fault that they died, the people that started to try and enter her life afterwards were not to be trusted. It took her years to find a safe haven and make it her home, believing that the people looking for her would not be able to find her. Despite all that hard work, Melanie had also known that if there were to be a day when they did find her, she would have to be able to drop everything and leave in an instant. Her pack was filled with money, documents, encrypting software and everything else she would possibly need to make a clean getaway and relocate herself.
She thrust the materials she had just used into the bag, refusing to give up on her mission due to interference, and slung the pack over her shoulders. Maybe she was overreacting, but one could never be too safe. She made her way downstairs and through the living room when it finally it her. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t noticed it before when she returned, but it was clear now. Someone had been in her home. It wasn’t just any someone either. The person took care to mask their presence, as if they had known that Melanie could touch objects and learn exactly who had touched it before her. She got a flash in her mind of someone dressed in all black, running their hands over her fire place and look through her pictures. They had taken care to cover their tracks, but were clumsy enough to have left a small enough trace to make Melanie question the safety of her own home.
She then felt who Eltiask was warning her about. They were making a beeline towards her house, their presence becoming a buzz in her mind. Had they been untrained, Melanie would be able to hear all their thoughts without having to exert any effort at all, but their minds were muted. They were trained to shield themselves around her. Instinctively, she thrust up her own shields, shutting herself off from the world as she waited for the two people to approach.
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