Falcon's instincts told him to RUN.
His instincts were never wrong, that much he knew. Being on the run his entire life, he had galloped his way through danger and sprinted through adversity, never looking behind his shoulder.
He looked behind his shoulder. Cyan was holding his stomach with his hand, the other stuffed against his mouth holding back a scream or a moan, Falcon would never know. He vomited right into the bushes, heaving heavily as his face attained the color of chalk. Zue wasn't even looking...she had closed her eyes and was taking deep breaths, tears squeezing past her eyelids. Neptune stood stunned, mouth agape as he stared and stared at the corpses.
Falcon caught Aurelia's eyes and her pale face stared back at him in desperation. She looked as terrified as Falcon felt.
