[xXx] Always Running [xXx]

[KiaMii]

Amanda stiffened when she heart the footsteps and she turned around to find Wicked. She said nothing, simply keeping quiet as she always did.

"I don't think, I know that I wouldn't be prepared Commander Wicked," She said in a coldly polite tone. She turned and started to walk back towards the castle, feeling that he would probably follow her anyways. She had already given that rebellious teenager up and would remain the Ruler personality until she could no longer hold it up. This was one of the reasons she had been selected as the Ruler.

"If you so kindly feel the need to point out the dangers I can currently face, then feel free to follow me back to the castle and lock me away with the key so that I return to my normal work," She said offhandedly as she walked.

[epikwonder]

She reminded him a little...No, a lot of when he was younger. Brave, persistant, probably arrogant, and most of all, confused and lost. The whole "putting on a mask to face the world" thing wasn't new to him. He could tell now.

The lady at the pharmacy who smiled at him every time he came to buy things, was actually quite melacholy inside. She had gotten into a fight with her son, and he had run away years ago. He never came back.

Another example, one more closer to home. The noble that followed Amanda around quite often. The snobby, oily, disgusting pig of a man that stayed here at the palace. Who was quite rude to him, too. Wicked was always itching to draw his sword against him and his over pampered self. But the noble too, had a secret that he didn't want to share with anyone. His parents had abandoned him when he was younger, leaving him in an orphanage. The bastard child of a king and his servant. Luckily, he had been adopted secretly by a richer family and grew up quite well, but when he did discover the secret behind his birth... What else could he do but put on whatever face he could find to keep all that pain inside?

Jumping onto the brickwall that surronded the building he had been in, he lay down, one leg hanging off the wall, one propped up, arms behind his head. He wasn't going to bother her anymore, he decided. If he got too close, the only thing there would end up to be was hurt. He knew that a little bit too well. Killing strangers was much more detached and cold, and even better when you never find out their true identity...

"Locking you up isn't my responsibilty. It is merely your own choice." He replied back lazily.