Thread: Guess who's coming to dinner...

Wolfrik sits on the front steps of his cabin as he watches the car pull up. He makes no effort to greet the people. He smiles a little as the boy throws his knife between the man's feet, fairly impressed with the accuracy of such a youngster. He thought to himself this one shows promise.

Hearing her name called she comes out of her cabin wearing a tank top, jeans and tennis shoes, she looks around to see who called for her. When she see's the two strangers she looks at them curiously, she knows she has seen them before, but doesn't know where from. She walks down from her cabin towards them, then she see's the kid she closes her eyes and drops to her knees, then falls to her hands. She opens her eyes and stares at the ground, a flashback crossing through her mind.

She's in England, she's running from something...being chased. She can hear laughing, like a hyena, and feels hot breath on the back of her neck.

She looks up at the couple and the child, standing up she moves to them slowly.

The female turns around and hops off the car, taking the bag and backpack with her, walking to the cabin.

"Yeah, I know the feeling...look, we've tried taking care of him...I thought it wouldnt be a big deal...but he's a little...rambunctious...even for us...but, uh...Im sure he's a good kid."

She sets the bags down at the stairs and shakes her head as she walks back. The man removes his shirt and tears it to make a bandage. On his right bicep is an armband tattoo bearing conjoining Silent Strider sigils.

Looking up at Samara he walks over and hands her a folder thats been creased and folded into his back pocket...

"Here's his medical records...he's had all his shots...but they wouldnt keep him to check for rabies..." The determination in his eyes is real and tinged with sadness.

"Oh yeah, we're pretty sure he pushed a kid down three flights of stairs...broken collar bone, broken arm, three fractured ribs and a cracked skull...gets to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair..."

He walks back to the car and points the child towards Samara..."There she is kid...try not to hurt her..."

A veritable gleam shines in the young boys eyes when he see's her and heads directly towards her..."MOMMY!!!!"

Hearing the sound of a child's scream and a piercing whistle, Nikki comes out of a cabin with blue jeans and pink shirt. She quickly looks around and sees the boy and two people. She watches Samara get up from the ground and walk slowly in the direction of the people. Nikki follows at a distance.

Tai comes to the edge of the woods, in wolf form, but remains hidden in the underbrush as he looks to see what's going on. He sniffs for scent of the new people, and watches what transpires with intent.

"Wait!" She yells out to the couple as she starts to run down to the car leaving the bags where they are. "Please, just...hold on." When she gets up to the young boy she kneels down looking him in the eyes. She picks him up and carry's him over to the car. She sets him down, rubs his head and smiles. "Can you wait here?"

She walks up to the man and whispers to him. "Who are you and who is the kid? How do you know my name?"

The man digs into his pockets for his keys and looks over at her with an indignant glare. Then rolls his eyes and sighs. "Thats cute Sam...real cute. Did you hit your head?"

He looks to the woman, and gets in the car, starting it up. "Come on Jessie..."

She stands with her arms crossed, watching and when he speaks, she leans down into the door glares, "Dont be an asshole, Steve." She leans up again and walks around the car. "Sammie, Im sorry, I thought we could take care of him...but we're just kin...and Connor needs much more than we can handle. Hell, if he's got the gene, he might be ready now. Ive known some bad kids, Sam, but he takes the cake."

She looks at Samara with a discerning glare in response to her seeming lack of recollection. "Seriously? You dont remember us? Steve and Jessie? You ran with us for a few months in London? You asked us to watch Connor cause you said you were being sent here? Nothing?" A look of profound sadness comes over her and she places a hand on Samara's shoulder. "Im sorry, Sam...but we just cant." She leans in close and whispers in her ear. "Connor tried to choke Steve in his sleep..." She crosses her arms again and walks around the car, opening the door...

She looks at the two of them.

"I have amnesia! I don't remember anything past my Right of Passage. Seriously, I have no clue who you two are!"

She looks at young Connor, then back at the two of them.

"Please...I'm not asking that you take him back. I'm just asking that you stay, at least for a little while...fill me in."

Jessie leans against the door of the car, looking over the roof at her. "Sam, there's nothing more we can do...Im sorry. He's probably better off here with your pack and family. We tried, Im sorry we couldnt keep him longer..."

Steve starts up the car and says quietly, "Jessie get in the car..."

Jessie looks down and then back to Samara, "You said to keep him safe...that was it...we tried...He set the apartment on fire. ....We just cant..."

"Jessie, get in the fucking car, now!"

With a worried look she mouths, "Im sorry..." and gets in the car. Spinning the wheels, he cranks the car to the right and circles around driving back the way they came...