The Devil Child Appears

[sirrobinv]

Who: Damien and Blaine
What: Arrival! 
When: Friday Afternoon
Where: Just outside of town, near the Anderson cabin...
Rating: PG-13 in case of language
Status: Closed, Incomplete

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[keepcalmwarblon]

Blaine jumped, his singing coming to a halt. The voice sounded young, but utterly serious. Blaine turned and his eyes widened at seeing the fallen figure on the dirty ground. The branches he'd been collecting fell from his arms. It was a boy, a little boy who couldn't have been more than eleven years old, barely conscious and covered in blood. "Oh my God," Blaine muttered, and he did take a step, out of instinct if nothing else. "Are you alright? Who did this to you? I-- I should go get help."

[sirrobinv]

"I said one step--!" The knife whizzed through the air, spearing into the ground a hair from the bigger boy's toe. The moment he let it fly, Damien knew he shouldn't have, but it was hard to think...everything was fuzzy.

'Maybe you lost too much blood. Doesn't matter. Can't trust--'

Somehow Damien managed to get his feet under him properly again, but the moment he did a second wave of dizziness washed over him. With a groan he managed to fall somewhat purposefully back and slide down the truck of a broad tree. "Has anyone else passed by here? Where is here? Who are you?"

'Goddamnit Grayson, where are you when you could actually be useful?'

[keepcalmwarblon]

"Holy crap!" Blaine jumped away, thanking God or whatever was up there that he was quick on his feet. The boy had just thrown a knife at him! And Blaine couldn't help but wonder if it was only his injury that kept him from hitting Blaine straight on.

It was probably stupid to stay here, with this kid who had just basically tried to kill him. But he couldn't just leave a hurt child out here by himself. Blaine could never live with that. So he'd try to figure this out, and he'd keep at a safe distance while he did so. "Here is the woods in Aternaville, Canada. I'm Blaine Anderson, and I haven't seen anyone else in the woods. Please, you need to get to a hospital."

[sirrobinv]

"Tsk. I don't need a hospital." It said something that Damien actually managed to sound dismissive, even as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to stay conscious. "Had worse."

'Like that time I had my spine shot in half. But then, mother was there to patch me up, wasn't she?' Now if his mother was there, she was more likely to casually stroll by and slit his throat.

Oh, how times changed.

"Wait, Canada?!" The sudden exclamation made a lance of pain burn through his side as he looked wildly around and Damien had to blink back tears of pain, whimpering. "Anderson...are you certain?" Not that agents of the Shadows would be easy to spot, but then, the fact that the older boy was standing there was an answer in and of itself. He sneered. "Well, you're alive, which means there's couldn't be any of them here." Those last few words came out soft and vaguely slurred. Looking down, blood was starting starting to bloom and stain completely through the several layers of gauze in his side. The wound was deeper than he thought.