Acre
Acre listened to the birds chirping as they gathered around. He looked at them, and named each one. "Do you think I've fallen into the hole?" He asked them. "I don't think so, but it's all so dark. Would I know if I had fallen, does a psycho know he's crazy." The birds continued about their business. "I feel lost. You know, like I'm not where I should be. Not who I should be." He sighed. "I'm in the wrong era, in the wrong body, I'm playing the wrong persona if you will." He looked at each of the birds. "Do you understand, I hate all this. I'm dying, little by little. Is it wrong to wish to drag everyone else under? Of course it is." He began to chew on his knuckle. "Do you get it? I feel it, nearly all of it. bit by bit, it's overwhelming. Soon I doubt I'll even be me anymore. I'll just be the mirror." The few birds looking at him tilted their heads, hoping for food. Then they fluttered away. "Don't go." He called to them, but soon he realized what had spooked them. The ground was rumbling. "The twin." He snarled. "I'll...no wait." He felt around. "Not one person, many. And there was trouble underground. "Oh bug***." He muttered as it shook again. Then someone ran out of the trees. It was a young woman with auborn hair. She was wearing the Roedane school uniform, so she wasn't 6th form, but she was close to his age. She looked rather shaken up. Acre stood and walked over. "Scuse me, miss?" She jumped and slipped back into a martial arts stance.
"Who are you?" She said, wary of every move he made.
"My name's Acre, I don't want to hurt you or anything. You just looked a bit shaken up and I wanted to help." She paused for a moment.
"You want money or something?" She asked, still ready to fight.
"No way, it's an honor to help. I suppose you could call it my creed. I do my best to help people in need and stuff. I don't like violence, so please, lower your guard." She did, but carefully, sill watching him closely.
"Where you from, I haven't seen you around?" She asked him slowly.
"Well, I'm on a bit of an unofficial holiday from Chichester. Been spending time here for kicks. Not many. In either case, I've introduced myself, might I have the pleasure of your name?"
"It's Rory, Rory Elizabeth."
"That's a cute name."
"I am not above punching your lights out." She muttered. Acre stepped back.
"Well, then I won't say anything about it. What's the trouble, I'd like to help if I can. Does it have to do with the underground tremors."
"Andalite." She said.
"Sorry, don't speak german, or whatever. I'm a spanish french english person myself."
"Oh, it means no, but it isn't german." She said. "It's a code we have around my school."
"I see." Acre replied. "Well, if you want, I can take you to the store if you need something, or maybe out for some food."
"And then back to your place?" She raised her eyebrow questioningly.
"I admit nothing." He said and they both laughed. They began to walk to the central area of town, talking all the way. Acre hated himself. She was a yeerk, it was obvious, but he couldn't do anything to harm her, or put her in it's way. But he would have to free her. One thing he knew for sure, this was one secret he couldn't let out. If anyone tried to interfere, he'd live up to his code. Blood would be on his hands once again.
