3. Bring Your Weapons

Connor clung to the door pull and yanked the seat belt tighter to stop from sliding around "Kayla please, slow the fuck down! You're gonna kill us," he pleaded.

"Can't, you heard what the medic told the squadies. It's only a matter of time before they come looking for us." She swung the steering wheel hard right then left sending Connor bouncing off the door.

"We'll explain, tell them the truth, that we were late. Please I'm too young to die."

"So amI.These guys don't want explanations Con, they slice you up and ask questions later. Think about it we're the only survivors in a massacre, covered head to toe in blood and innards. I've been named in the last gasped breaths of a dying victim, and we were seen running away. They'll kill us on sight. We have to leave. I'll drop you off at your place to pack some stuff and I'll pick you up in twenty minutes." She screeched to a halt outside his home, "Pack light and bring your weapons."

"By running we'll look guilty," he warned, sliding from his seat when he opened the door.

"By staying we're dead." She dropped the clutch and sped off not waiting for him to close the door.

He stood for several seconds watching the dust cloud she left behind and shook his head, "This isn't happening," he muttered, "Any second now I'm gonna wake up and everything will be fine. Master Ayden will still be alive, a grumpy son of a bitch but alive. Everyone will be alive." He ducked under the blackthorn hedge guarding the doorway to his home. The long thorns snagged his jacket and pierced his skin drawing a drop of blood. "Damn not a dream then," he swore with the stinging pain. "Weapons... Sword, bow and arrows, knife, and a catapult," he mused. "What am I forgetting?" Glancing around the room to spot his pot of gold, he sighed in despair, knowing there was no way he could carry that lot around with him. He took a handful of nuggets and let them run through his fingers; he was going to miss his morning roll in his stash.

Pulling up the handbrake, Kayla leapt from the car, jumping over the clutch of wild bluebells and daffodils separating the road from the forest and her home. The tiny door shimmered into view as her body shrunk, her wings unfolding as she took flight. There were only two things she needed, her mothers enchanted sword that would grow and shrink with her appearance, and her dust; she couldn't go anywhere without her faerie dust.

A human police cruiser approached, the vibrant blue and yellow check a glowing beacon in the emerald green of the countryside. It slowed as it came level with her car.

"Shit, shit, shit." Her heart rate accelerated almost beating in time with her wings.

Ducking down behind a large branch, she peeked over the top as the driver looked in her car then scanned the surroundings before letting the cruiser glide on up the road again.

Kayla flew in through the driver's window as the cruiser drove out of sight and let her body grow. She tossed the sword and dust on the back seat and took off to pick up Connor, who was sitting at the side of the road on top of a large duffel bag, he jumped up as she neared.

Lurching out, she tossed the bag in the back. "Hurry and get in!" she ordered, "The human police have already been by mine and the squadies won't be far behind."