I stare blankly at Oliver and Celeste; Oliver easily defends off her small stature. If I were in his shoes going against her, I would easily be six feet under by now.
"I don't know where to go!" I cry, my chest tightening at the thought of leaving him or running away from something else yet again. That seems to be all I'm suitable for is running and watching the people I care for die or fight around me.
"Just get out of here!" he howls in annoyance. He speeds toward Celeste, who quickly slides under the gap of his legs and closer to me, her blood-red eyes full of evident rage.
"Why can't you just die!" she screams as she extends her arm a few feet away from me, her long nails a hair from touching me before her body is violently slammed away from me.
Oliver, who now stands a step in fro
