You can see it too, right? [PAFP, girl needed]

"Then I guess we'll have to get up eventually to get it checked out." His amber eyes glanced at his bandaged forearm with a slight frown. Her offer made him smile as he leaned in to kiss her soft lips, holding her cheek as he did so. Bliss, that's all he could feel right now. Even if at the back of his mind he was facing the rush of their escape and potential danger, her calm voice silenced any nagging fears his own thoughts were holding. "How long do you think they'll stay silent?"

[I'm so incredibly sorry for my long absence, my stress with tests and APs was overwhelming. I get out of school in 4 days, I will respond on Thursday if that's okay with you? Again, my apologies for the sudden disappearance.]

Eli offered a faint smile, "That's fine." The rupture of a gurgling roar from his abdomen reminded him that they should eat soon, however, the bed felt ten times softer than it did when he woke up. Stretching for the last time he purposefully stretched his arm in Fey's face jokingly. He pulled the blankets off of him and got out of bed with the strike of pain going up his body from his feet. Ouch, yeah I'm definitely feeling yesterday's run. "Get up lazy bones, or I'll have to resort to eating you instead. As ironic as this." He said with a slight scoff. "More importantly to get you something to eat." He offered a hand to help her out of bed.

They got away... Those... Those cockroaches of the earth! How will I tell Zayne? Brom removed his buff and lowered his hood, the chill of the dank warehouse brushing his face. Clenching his fists he was met with a built figure that was characterized by tattoos promoting gambling and money. The face was chiseled, cold and intimidating with his piercing eyes hidden behind shades. "Zayne, I lost the book."
Zayne's face got taunt and a snarl formed on his lips. "How did you lose it?"
"Well..."

"Hmm, you're more of a cute, soft-hearted one. You're not that scary." He grinned back. The feeling of her lips and soft breath on his neck gave him pleasant chills. "I'll be fine, just need to make sure everything is in place." He brought an arm to his back and rolled his forearm up his spine to crack his back. A chorus of crackle and popping immediately rung out. He rolled his head slowly to crack his neck and felt relief along his spine. "You're one to talk though, I would imagine you're just as sore. You may be supernatural, but you're not invincible. So you might appreciate that massage more than me." Placing a hand on her shoulder he applied pressure and massaged it lightly for a moment before taking her hand in his. How strange, how could someone like him have this opportunity to be with a sweet, amazing, beautiful girl like Fey. And to think, they had merely been friends with an unexplainable distance between them. The mention of food brought his stomach to make itself known. "Well gosh, hurry up then. Practically starving me, that's just torture." He said playfully with a grin.

Eli followed her out with a new sense of curiosity with the place they were in. It all seemed strange and antiquated in it's own way. To think that people lived here fascinated him. Remembering what she said about it being a safe house a question popped up. "How often have you needed to come here?"

Eli narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow and asked with a level voice, "You haven't found him yet? And who is 'they' exactly?"

"Spread out, search every corner of this city. They wouldn't have many places to go to. And don't bother coming back empty handed!" Adjusting his black leather gloves, Brom gave a chilling smile, "And don't hesitate to kill on target." His audience was made up of several men and women dressed in protective gear that came in vests, belts, or leg braces. A majority of the group were dressed in casual forms with hoodies, jeans and caps to maintain cover. Some were even part of the police force; dressed in their uniforms they were armed naturally. As for the rest, they were in sleek, dark clothing that allowed them to move smoothly. Their buffs around their necks and intensity in their eyes.

Eli's face melted into something of disbelief. How could things get this bad? How did he make things so bad? Eli could just imagine his voice now: "because you left the asylum, now you're a danger running around messing things up." He clenched his teeth, No, don't start thinking like that. Looking at Fey he saw her dismay. "It'll be okay Fey, you'll see them again. We're going to make through this."

Police were on the streets asking by passers or stores or even run away shelters if they have seen Eli at all in the past 48 hours. Miles was scanning the streets with squinted eyes. He had given up on contacting Eli by phone since it was obvious that was not making a breakthrough. He already had a team analyzing the boy's number to see if they can trace it, but due to it's inactivity it didn't provide any aid in finding him. Miles had already talked to the librarian and the mall cops. BEEP! BEEP! That was the mall calling him back, they must have found something on the tapes. With a huff Miles hung up and headed for his car, "Oh Elijah... What ever were you thinking?" His pager then rang, informing him of a meeting that would have to wait.

Eli hugged her tightly back and rubbed her back. "I'm sure they'll be excited to see me, heh." Seeing her parents after all this seemed to frighten him more than facing the assassins. Fey's dad, better yet her demon mom, would most likely be a terrifying encounter if they blamed this on him or felt like he had some part in it. Fey's smile was contagious, making him have a slight smile of his own. The tension in the room dissipated and the quiet was disrupted by Eli's stomach. "Besides, who could harm a face like that?" He offered Fey a grin before sitting beside her with the sandwich. "I think we should be more worried about the homework we're going to have to make up at school."