On the run (For salio)

[elementsofchaos]

Back in Ohio again. He's not in Cincinnati this time, maybe an hour or two east, but it's far enough from his previous stopping point in Michigan that he feels as close to safe as he ever does. The further from the Thermopolis compound he gets, the more he can breathe, though he never dares to hope for a full deep breath. He parks on a suburban street near a small brownstone apartment building, sliding open the Grotto's side door to enjoy a little night air. If he smoked, he probably would've lit up, but as it is he simply sits on the floorboards and hangs his legs out the open door. Maybe he should take off his sneakers, feel the grass between his toes for a bit. But no, he always has to be ready to leave at a moment's notice when he's in civilization. There's no telling who could be an agent of his family, willing or unwitting.

Jovan heaves a sigh, turning his attention up to the sky. It's cloudy, he wishes he could see the stars. There's a heaviness to the air, something ominous, but it doesn't feel like a storm. Hard to tell if it's all in his head, but he stills himself and his breathing to listen.

There are sirens in the distance.

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[salio]

It's hard to explain how Sal was feeling. He remembers everything he'd just done in gruesome, graphic detail. He can't hear Larry's voice anymore. At the sound of the approaching sirens, red-eyed Todd darts into the forest. From that moment on, everything is a blur. He runs, not knowing where he's going but knowing that he can't be caught--that the cult can still pick up its pieces.

Exhausted both mentally and physically and already losing adrenaline, Sal can't say how far he goes or how long he runs. Nockville is such a rural town, Addison Apartments a lone building along a stretch of road and forest and little else. All he can tell is that he's running on fumes, and with only one working eye and breath suffocating him from within his mask, he's suddenly falling without any clear idea of his current surroundings.

Crumpled around his guitar like its the only thing grounding him to reality, all he finds himself able to do is break into a round of inconsolable sobs.