Knight in a ripped t-shirt

Who: Kavin and Skye
Where: Streets of Marquette and Skye's house
When: Night

Skye wasn't handling the fact that there was a large thing in her basement very well. Mostly because she was upstairs when she saw it and by some damned miracle it didn't see her, breaking through the front door and chasing her Aunt's cat down the stairs. Her brain wasn't really processing it in any kind of way, but it did mostly reject the idea of a bear, because Skye had seen bears and this was almost-entirely-but-not-completely unlike a bear. In a truce with her sanity, Skye chose not to question the situation and instead went out through the back, to the garage. In the garage, she got the hunting rifle that belonged to her cousin, the ammunition, and her Aunt's car (her Aunt having, yet again, the lucky chance of being out of town - Skye had been invited, but she'd already said she was going to Kavin's party). And Skye left the property.

Now she was sitting at a four-way intersection at a light and not really going anywhere, where she could see every direction, inside her car. And she was still not thinking about it, because on the mental map of things, that was the bit marked 'here there be monsters'.

Kavin had left the hospital and was headed back to the park to see if anything had been done with Chrissy's body. He highly doubted it. He had the feeling it was still lying there in the middle of the damn park and he'd have to take her to the hospital himself. He wouldn't leave her body there again. He probably shouldn't have left it there the first time, like Peyton had said, but the only alternative would have been to put her body in the car and well... Peyton had thrown up enough for one night.

He pulled up behind the car at the intersection, light red for about two seconds and then green. He waited for the car to move and when it didn't he raised a brow and honked. Still it didn't move. He sighed and pulled up along side of the car and that's when he realized he knew the person behind the wheel. "Skye?" he called as he rolled down the window.

Skye turned slowly to her window, and pressed the button to make it roll down. She suddenly realized that it kind of hurt to stretch out her hand, so when she looked at the one still on the steering wheel she was slightly bemused to realize she was gripping it so hard that her knuckles were turning white. "Hello, Kavin. How are you?" She really hoped her voice didn't sound like wanted to scream more then she wanted to talk.

"What the hell are you doing out?" he questioned. "You should be at home not out... sitting at a stop light. What's wrong are you hurt?" he asked, his voice a bit faster than it should have been. He was wondering what could possess the girl to be out of her house at all, tonight of all nights. "You need to go home. Now." Kavin told her. "You could get hurt."

"No thank you." Skye replied, in a rather eerily calm voice. "I think there's a wendigo in my basement. It followed my aunt's cat down there after it broke the door." Streetlights have her a sallow, ill look, like she had liver disease, but they at least partially hid her overly white complexion. "Maybe a bear. I'm not sure."

"Fuck." he muttered, mostly to himself. "Pull over." he told her, waving an arm and directing her to the side of the street. "You're coming with me because you can't just sit at the middle of an intersection."

Skye pursed her lips, not exactly how to argue with this or even with she should. But she didn't like the idea of being alone right now, so she nodded. "...may I bring the rifle, please? Just... I don't want to really be without it if there's a bear or a wendigo or whatever in my basement."

Rifle? The chick had a rifle? Kavin blinked a couple of times and then shook away the surprise that the tiny little girl carried a rifle, but whatever, didn't matter. "Yeah. That's fine. Just pull over and we'll go back to your place and I'll check it out okay?" he told her.

Skye nodded, and rolled up the window. She then proceeded to pull over (she was slightly on the sidewalk, but she wasn't really paying all that much attention to her driving skills) and picked up the rifle and the ammunition and walked over to Kavin's car. The first tug on the handle produced no results, so she tapped on the window and pointed at the lock. When he unlocked it, she got in. The rifle sat between her legs, pointed at the ceiling, and she kept her hand on the barrel carefully so that it didn't start swinging all over the place.

"Which way to your house?" Kavin asked as the light once more switched to green. "And what did this 'bear' look like?" The boy was actually hopeful that it was a bear, but he highly doubted it. Not tonight. He also doubted that her Aunt's cat would have made it if the thing caught hold of her. He really didn't want to deal with dead cat, but he supposed dead cat was better than dead chick he knew. Oh shit, Skye knew Chrissy, she was friends with her. He should tell her. No, no he shouldn't tell her. He wasn't good at telling people bad news and he wasn't about to make the girl even more freaked out than she already was. He would not be the barer of bad news for this one. Not yet. Not until he was sure the werewolf was taken care of. Then he would tell her. Maybe.

"It didn't look like a bear. I've seen bears. Black bears, brown bears, they look like bears and this didn't look like a bear but... I mean... big. Teeth, claws. I don't know." Skye cringed, just thinking about it, and she wrapped her hands tighter around the rifle. She gritted her teeth. "I don't want to think about it. Back, to the left, in the cul de sac."

Werewolf, he was sure. Kavin turned the car around in the intersection and drove towards the girls house. "It didn't hurt your or anything did it? Bite you? Get to you at all?" he asked, a bit hurriedly as he drove down the street. He was hoping the girl hadn't been bitten, but he wasn't sure. She was startled to say the least.

Skye swallowed, looking at her aunt's house, and the very dead front door with trepidation. "It didn't see me. I saw it, I went out the back when it followed the cat." This was the first time she wondered if the cat had a name - both she and her aunt referred to it as 'the cat' but if the cat had saved her by drawing attention to itself, then it deserved a name, didn't it? "My aunt is going to kill me. It wrecked the door..."

"I think your aunt is just going to be glad that you're alive." he muttered, mostly to himself without really thinking about it. "Listen to me. I'd leave you in the car, but I don't know if it's safe or not, so you have to stay close and do what I say okay. Don't ask questions or accidentally shoot me, that'd be bad. Do you know how to use that thing?" he questioned, motioning to the gun.

The question temporarily snapped her out of the really-shocky-and-somewhat-hunted expression on her face. "I told you, I grew up on a farm. I know how to use a hunting rifle." Skye grumbled at him. "Maybe not in the last couple of months, but I'm sure I'll remember how to pull a trigger." Still. That meant she had to go back in there to where the bear-wendigo-thing was. "Right. Stay close, do as you say, don't ask questions, don't shoot you. I can remember that, I think."

"Come on then." he said, pocketing his keys and getting out of the car. He opened her door for her and reached out for her hand. Apparently saving the day was becoming a new kind of hobby for him. At least tonight. He pushed that thought aside and tried to concentrate on the matter at hand, wereproofing Skye's house.

Skye pulled herself out of the car with the use of his hand, taking the rifle with her. She took a moment to make sure it was loaded again, because she was doing that a lot tonight, and then nodded. "I really don't want to go in there." She said it almost conversationally. Almost. Not quite. There was a rise in pitch and a slight crack that made it very clear that it was not a conversational topic.

"Yeah, I know, but you're safer in there with me than out here alone." he told her. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Just... if something happens to me, you run alright? That bastard latches into me and it'll probably rip me apart before I have much of a chance to do anything about it, so just run. Actually... here." he said, pulling his keys from his pocket and handing them to her. "Just in case."

Skye took the keys and looked at them. "What part of that speech was supposed to make me feel better, exactly? Because I missed it." She felt like cursing at him, but the ingrained belief that she shouldn't wouldn't let her. She put the keys into her pocket, and grabbed a quick extra handful of ammo from the box in his front seat before she shut the door. "I knew I should've grabbed the bear spray but nooo. Wouldn't let me on the flight with it..." Grumbling, she followed him.

"You'll be fine." he told her. "I'm just a little slower now than I was at the beginning of the night." He knew he'd have to quit soon. He hoped he could push himself to dawn, but he wasn't sure if he could. The wound in his chest still ached and burned, but at least it was patched up and not bleeding. His father had wanted him to go immediately home. Telling him he was too wounded to keep fighting, but Kavin was stubborn.

He lead Skye up the walk to her house and cautiously peeked around the door, holding a hand out to keep her back as he did so, hand on his ever present knife. The inside of the house was quiet, but he still took careful steps as he headed into the house. "Basement?" he asked her, wondering where exactly the room was.

The thing had basically destroyed the foyer and the living room. Not to mention the front door and the basement door which was hanging sadly off of one hinge, twisting a little this way and that way and looking like it was about to give up the ghost at any second. Skye pointed to it, though even that was quiet, and she wondered if Acts of Ugly Bear was covered under homeowners insurance. Was it an Act of God? A sub-clause? Why the heck was she thinking about that right now? Skye continued to follow Kavin.

Kavin lead her towards the basement door and made sure to position her in such a way that she wouldn't be in the way should the thing run out of the basement. If it was in there. He hoped it wasn't. "You stay there." he told her as he cautiously took to the steps, flicking on the light and slowly making his way down them. He glanced around as he reached the bottom of the steps, but he saw no beast. A heater and hot water tank. A deep freezer. A washer and dryer. But no werewolf. He would have been able to see the big bastard if it was down there.

He heard a little rustling noise in the corner behind the washer and he headed towards it. It couldn't possibly be the creature. And it wasn't. It was a cat. A very freaked the fuck out cat that latched into his skin with all sets of claws as soon as he picked the damn thing up. "Ah, damn it." he muttered, hugging the fuzzy shaking mess against his chest and heading for the stairs. "No monster..." he muttered, trying to extracting the cat from his arm, but I don't think this guy is too happy."

"Ohmygosh." Skye came to the rescue - it wasn't a particularly dramatic rescue, it was more like she just provided a somewhat more familiar surface for the the cat to stick to like velcro. "Good. Um. Good cat. Thank you for distracting the scary thing so I could get out." And she patted it. And got bit for her trouble, but she could live with that. Skye winced at the little scratches the cat provided to Kavin. "Sorry. Usually he's pretty mellow."

"I don't think I'd be very happy either if I'd been chased around by a beast that could eat me in one bite either." he told her. "It's not down there. I'm gonna check around the rest of the house and then I'm gonna make sure your locks are situated and..." he glanced up at the door. "See what I can do to at least keep the air out..." he sighed. Kavin wasn't Mr. fix it, but he hoped he could come up with something to do for the girl. "If you don't want to stay here tonight, which I honestly couldn't blame you... I could take you to my parents... my mom... she's a bit talky, but at least you'd be safe."

Skye chewed her bottom lip. "You wouldn't... I mean, she wouldn't mind? This is... um. Can I bring the cat? And the hunting rifle? But mostly the cat?"

"She wouldn't mind." he told her. "She'd probably enjoy the company and she'd make you look at every photo ever taken of me. And she's got a really thick Russian accent, so that can get annoying, but if you can deal with seeing my one year old naked self and listening to my mother babble til the sun comes up, you can. And you can bring the cat and the rifle."

"Thanks. I don't really think I could handle being alone right now." Skye actually took her hands off the cat for a moment so she could put the rifle up on her shoulder. The cat stayed stuck to her front until she put her hands back, and she held it like a baby. "I don't mind accents. In my opinion, everyone here has an accent."

"Wanna grab you some clothes then?" he suggested. "Which way to your room and we'll get you some stuff and take you back to my parents. I can bring you to your car in the morning if you want. After sunrise. Things will calm down by then." At least as far as the attacking went.

It was a testament to exactly how far away Skye's mind was right then that it actually took her a moment to realize they were talking about something as mundane as clothes. Then she blinked, nodded, and went back up the stairs - cat and all - then up again to where her room was. She paused at the top of the stairs and closed the door to the deck that had stairs to the ground and therefore the garage - that was how she'd gotten out, and it seemed somehow disrespectful to leave that door open. But she came back and went to her room to get some clothes. None of the fancy stuff that Chrissy had gotten with her; socks, jeans, t-shirt, underwear, bra, and hoodie. Good enough. As an afterthought, she slung her grimy, old black(ish) steeltoes over her shoulder too. She put it all in her backpack, then shrugged at Kavin. "Okay. Done."

He nodded. "Come on then. Lets get you outta here." Kavin said as he took her bag from her, freeing her up to carry the cat and rifle. "Okay... I know it sounds stupid but I'm giving you a run down of my mother before we get there." he said as he lead her to the car and opened the door for her to climb in, glancing around to make sure the coast was still clear. Once she was inside safely, he headed around to the drivers side and held out a hand for his keys.

Skye dug them out from her pocket - which was now under the cat - and handed them over. "Okay," Skye said agreeably, since she was perfectly willing to agree to almost anything because she didn't want to be left alone. "She sounded like my mom so far, except for the Russian and not Japanese part..."

Kavin put the key in the ignition and then the word 'Japanese' hit him. "What?" he questioned, glancing over at the obviously not Japanese girl. "Your mother's Japanese?" Yeah, that was unexpected.

Skye blinked. "Yeah. Well. Second generation Japanese Canadian, but she still has an accent. Just like my dad has a Mischif accent." Skye looked neither Japanese or Metis, considering the fact that she was definitely blonde-haired and blue eyed and didn't have any of the facial characteristics of either of those two peoples.

"You don't look like you're either one of those..." he said disbelievingly. The thought ran through his mind that she might have been adopted but he didn't want to be rude and ask her. He cranked the car and pulled away from the curb and headed in the direction of his parents house.

"I was adopted." Skye said easily. This was much better than talking about what the heck had happened to her house. "Mom couldn't have any more kids after my brothers, and she wanted a girl, and apparently there was this big thing with social services about letting white people adopt variously raced kids and not vice versa, turned into this huge issue, and social services gave them me. It's kind of neat. I get to be under the band until I'm eighteen now."

"Oh." She talked easily about it, so Kavin didn't feel so bad about bringing it up. "That's cool." he smiled. Yeah, adoption talk was much better than werewolf talk. "Oh, yeah, talking about my mom..." he remembered. "Okay, so her name's Anastasia, but don't call her that. And don't call her Mrs. Reid either. Makes her feel old or some shit, so just call her Stacy. It's easier to remember anyway. Um... she'll probably fill you with some kind of food and offer you the shower and then bore you to sleep with stories about me because apparently to her I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. Ignore it. Or sleep." he smiled.

"Okay." Skye hugged the cat with one hand (the other on the rifle), which still looked freaked out, but it was purring now, and demanding attention, probably for comfort. "...I don't think I'll sleep." It wasn't to say she wouldn't try, but Skye really didn't think it was going to be possible now.

"Well, at least you'll be full then." he smiled. His mother wasn't that bad as far as parents went. She could have been a lot worse, he was sure. A few moments later they pulled up in front of Kavin's parents house. The lights were burning in the living room and he parked the car and headed around to the girls door, pulling it open and letting her get out of the car.

Skye got out and slung the rifle over her shoulder again, holding the cat because even though it was clingy now didn't mean it wouldn't take off at the first opportunity. "I'm sorry for the trouble, Kavin."

"It's not any trouble." he told her with a shake of his head as he shut the door behind her and lead her to the front door. It was locked like he knew it would be and he dug his keys out again to unlock it. He let her enter ahead of him and locked the door as he came in. His mother descended on him almost immediately.

Kavin couldn't deny being his mother's child if he tried. He looked almost exactly like her. Aside from the fact that she had dark eyes to go along with her hair and the fact that she was short and more curvy and well, a woman. "Sweetheart..." she said, taking one look at his tattered shirt through the front of his jacket and nearly freaking out, eyes wide and mouth opened ready to fire out words of concern, most likely in Russian. He held up a hand to silence her before she could speak. "I'm fine Mother, fine. Patched up and everything... but..." He sighed and glanced over at Skye. "This is Skye, a friend of mine from school and one of those things got in her house and she's freaking out a little so I told her she could stay here."

Anastasia looked from her son to the girl he'd brought with him. She reached out and ran a hand over Skye's hair and gave her a weak little smile. "You must be completely terrified. You poor dear." she murmured, accent thick with each word. "Come on, let me get you a cup of tea." she said, guiding Skye towards the kitchen. She shot a glance at Kavin. "Don't you dare leave this house until you and I have a talk young man." she told him. Kavin sighed and nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." he muttered, knowing he couldn't refuse as he followed the two along to the kitchen.

Skye followed Mrs. Reid to the kitchen, liking her mostly because it was random things like this that made her miss her own mother, and it was really nice to have a mother of anyone's around right now. She kept a tight hug on the cat though, even if it didn't seem particularly inclined to escape right now anyway. Once her eyes adjusted from the dark outside to the bright, and her attention was drawn to Kavin. "Oh my gosh, Kavin, I'm so sorry, I didn't even notice - are you alright? What happened?" The cat made a little cat-styled chirping noise because Skye stopped petting it for a moment.

Kavin sighed. "I'm fine." he told her. God, his mother was really going to freak out now because Skye made such a big deal of it. "I just... had a run in with one of those fuckers and I got a scratch, but it's fine. Dr. Marsh patched me up and everything, Mother." he said, directing the comment at Stacy as she filled up a cup with hot tea and sat it down at the table for Skye. "That's all well and good Kavin, but still. You could have been killed. Does your father know? Have you seen him?" There was worry in her voice and he could tell she hadn't talked to Patrick, apparently in some time. "Dad's fine. I saw him at the hospital. His cell phone... not so fine. It got trampled, but he's okay. Some scratches, but nothing bad. Don't worry, Mother."

Stacy didn't look like she was going to stop worrying, but she nodded and set another cup of tea down for Kavin. "You two drink, rest and I'll go make up the guest room for you, dear." she said, lightly grasping Skye's shoulder and then heading out of the room again. Kavin sighed and sat down at the table. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked as he glanced up at the girl.

"There was a wendigo or extremely ugly bear or something in my house and there's a cat stuck to me." Skye said. "...you live in a stupid town. I want you to know this."

"You have no idea." he sighed. "Really picked a great place to live, Skye. At least your safe now. And tomorrow... well, tomorrow won't be as fucking crazy."

"Saying things like that makes the seven Gods of fortune point and laugh at you." Skye muttered, picking up the tea cup and taking a sip. Then she let the cat sniff it before she put it back down. "Your mom is very nice."

"She's a worrier." he sighed, taking a drink of his own tea. "Soon as she's got you headed off for a 'nice warm bath' she's gonna ream me for letting myself get hurt." Kavin said. He could almost hear his mother going off now.

"That's what moms do." Skye pointed out. "Did, um. Did a thing get you?" She pointed to where he'd been patched up by the doctor. "Or something else?" Skye really didn't want to know what a 'something else' might entail, considering it could very well be worse.

He wanted to keep her oblivious, not tell her what the 'thing' was, but he couldn't do that. Not when she was living here. She couldn't be ignorant to what was going on around her. Ignorance got people killed. Ignorance got Chrissy killed. "Skye..." he began, trying to think of the best way to put what he wanted to say. "It wasn't a 'thing'. And you're not going to believe me, but it was a werewolf. That's what the bear thing was in your basement too I'm pretty sure..."

"..." Skye looked at him, narrowed her eyes, and got up. She went to the kitchen window, looked out at the sky, and then came to sit back down and have another cup of tea. "A werewolf. Because, and I'm just taking a stab in the dark here, there's a full moon?" The poor cat was getting squished now; Skye was holding it close enough that it was starting to squirm a bit, even though it didn't seem to want to move.

"Partly. All those attacks happened because of a werewolf and when the full moon came all the people it bit... changed too so it's like... a big fucking mess." he muttered. "It's bad Skye. Which is why I freaked out on you for being out tonight, it wasn't safe and you could have gotten yourself."

"You freaked out at me? I didn't really notice." Skye shrugged. "Probably wasn't the smartest place to be, anyway. I'm not even really sure why I was there, besides the fact there was a thing that was probably a werewolf in my basement and I didn't want to be where the werewolf was."

He nodded. "Well, you're safe now." he promised. "Mom's gonna be sure of that." Kavin told her with a weak little smile. "I should probably get back out there. I've gotta... I've got stuff that I need to get done." Again he wasn't going to go into all the details with her. No. Not doing it. Not breaking the news. Someone else would just have to tell her. "You think you'll be okay here? I can drive you to your car in the morning."

"I could... I don't know. I could walk to it." Skye started feeling guilty that she was taking him away from things he obviously wanted to do, whatever those would be. "You don't need to do that."

"Skye, no. It's okay. I'll be up til dawn. I'm picking up Jeri to let her know I'm alright and then she'll probably wanna crash and I'll sleep for a couple hours and come get you when you wake up. Just call me and I'll pick you up and take you to your car. It's like not that out of my way. Or mom will take you, or my dad. But you're not walking."

Skye gave him an uneasy look. "But... isn't it supposed to be safer tomorrow? You said that the craziness wouldn't be, y'know, as bad." She had the feeling that not only did someone throw her head first into the deep end of the pool, and attached weights to her feet, they also set loose a shark into the water. A shark that turned into a werewolf.

"It won't." he told her. "But that's still a long ass way to walk with the cat and rifle." he pointed out. "So someone'll give you a ride to your car." he promised.

She gave him another uneasy look - one more debt on top of a growing pile - but she nodded. "Thank you, Kavin."

"Don't mention it." he smiled. "I should go though. And I'll still probably see you tomorrow if you wanna come to that party thing. Not really a party so much anymore. Kind of a... I survived the full moon thing." Kavin said as he pushed himself up from the table.

She gave him a little half-smile. "Escaping before your mother comes back? And thank you. I'll come. Maybe try drinking a little after all."

"Well if you do drink, I'll find somewhere for you to crash." he promised. "Doubt many people will show, but don't want you out drinking and driving. I'll see you tomorrow though." he told her, brushing a hand through the girls hair. "Try and get some sleep. Don't let mom talk you to death."

Kavin tried to escape before his mother came back, but he didn't make it out in time. She nabbed him and directed Skye to an already ran bath full of hot bubbly water. Then she set in to her talk with her son. A not so happy talk. Russian. And loud. Kavin sat back down and knew he had to listen.