First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1260552916/ Next: not out Prev: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1282698458/ //Chapter 8// The fire was a raging inferno around him as he ran, “Vintage? Vintage are you in here?” He yelled into the fire “Grian? Grian, I’m over here” he looked in the direction of the voice and ran towards it “VINTAGE!” He ran to a pile of rubel and began to dig, he only stopped when he saw Vintage. “Vintage are you okay, are you hurt?" She looked up at him, she was bleeding, there was a gash the size of a ruler on her head “could be better” she said “here let me help you” he pulled her out of the rubel very carefully “What are you wearing?” she looked him up and down “Not important” he said back. Vintage tried to laugh but it came as more of a cough. Grian let Vintage lean on him. He and Vintage started to jog, Grian holding VIntage up carefully so as to not hurt her more than she already was. “I’m sorry I didn't get here faster” Grian said “i got… side tracked” Vintage just kept looking at the grown “Vintage?” he said, stopping carefully setting her up against a wall. Vintage’s eyes were an odd shade of gold “Vintage, breath” Grian said softly “Void knows what happens when one of panics” Vintage looked a Grian, unamused “I’m in pain, not panicking” she said through gritted teeth “sorry, shesh” Grian said recoiling from the glare she shot him. Distant yells broke the nonexistent silence, voices were getting closer to the place they sat “So… can I call you Cupid now?” Grian looked at Vintage in confusion “why?” Vintage smiled “This costume’s different than your C.G one” she said with a grin “so Cupid” Grian sighed “Fine” (Scars POV) Hot Guy ran down the destroyed streets as fast as he could. The streets were a mess of ash and toppled buildings. And to think, there was no crime for 48 hours. What he wouldn't give for a vacation. He started to slow down as he saw figures. He looked them up and down seeing that they were male and female. The man looked like he had just stepped out of a barbie movie, leening down to tie a bandage wrap around the woman's head. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?” the barbie boy asked, “Cupid, be nice,” the woman looked at him apologetically “Sorry about him, he’s normally really sweet.” the woman said, sheepishly smiling “It’s fine, I’ve dealt with my fair share of difficult people” He told her.
