Coping. (Post Prophecy)

Bart hearing those words, thought tht maybe it wasn't the right time to talk about this.
"Er... yeah," he continued, "So, how about that last name?" he tried to find an argument, but he knew that it wasn't going to work, as he just asked a question that's already been answered. Oh Christ, here comes the bad part...
"We need to find an nationality." he said, still looking downwards.

Despite every single emotion in her head screaming at her, Shadow shut out those voices, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. She tried to think of where they could come from by going on their last name, but no where sprang to mind.
"I guess chose a random country we can speak the language of..." She said, shrugging.

"England. Case closed," Bart said, turning around. He took a step out of Shadow's room. he hoped that she wouldn't follow him. He needed to be alone for a while. Jesus Christ, Bart, what took you to say that?!?

Shadow nodded once, accepting the agreement. She sat down in her basket, sliding the torque off her arm and looking at it. Wraith came over to her, licking her hand lightly. The demoness, for the first time, pushed the wolf away, leaving the room to go up to the roof. She sat down in the centre of it, pulling her hair out of its high ponytail and letting it fly in the light breeze. She looked up at the darkening sky, and closed her eyes, trying to think.

Bart entered his room, and entered the information. Nationality, English citizen, Last name, Nedammas... Bart entered the words. he then saved the work, and closed the lid of the coputer. He soved his head into his hands, and tightened his grip. Grrrarrgh! Jesus Christ, what's gone into you?!?

Shadow leant back on her hands, tail curling around her left arm. She sighed, looking up towards the heavens, wondering what advice Arella would have to give her about the current situation. She wondered now if she had actually heard Bart's words, or if he had just imagined them.

Bart hit his forehead on the desk, letting his hands fall down onto his legs, and his hair down onto his face. The various objects trembled slightly as his head struck the desk again, and again, and again.
WHY did I say that? Is my consciousness trying to kill me? What happened to me just then? WHY did I say that?!

Shadow looked up at the skies, trying to think of what to do now. DId she go back down and face him, or did she stay up here and wait it out? She sighed, looking down at the concrete again. Her tail curled itself tightly around her as she tried to think things over. Sighing, she got to her feet, walking back down the stairs. She would have to face it sooner or later...

Bart laid still, head on the desk. He wondered if he was bleeding or not by now, hitting his head one strike, repeatedly after the other, his hair flying around. He put a hand up to his forehead. He put it in front of his eyes. Nothing.
D*mn, I have a resistant body...
Bart hit his head against the desk again. He then cupped it up using one hand. "Geez, even if I'm used to that kind of thing," he muttered, under his breath, "It hurts after a while..."

Shadow was standing at the door at this point, watching him. She now realised that it hadn't been a figment of her imagination, and now had no idea how to proceed. Her emotions weren't helping her in the slightest, and that wasn't a good thing. She bit her lip slightly, trying to think of something to say.

Bart didn't notice Shadow, and he held his head in his two hands. His index and middle fingers tapped on hit head repeatedly. "Why did I say that?" he muttered to himself, "My consciousness sure kills me sometimes... But if I said it, I probably mean it... Gah, Jesus Christ..."

Shadow was just debating going back up to the roof whenWraith trotted in, ruining everything by barking loudly.Shadow made shhing gestures at the wolf, but then realised that it was probably hopeless. Instead, she looked at Bart, still trying desperately to think of something half-intelligent to say.

Bart looked up, slightly alarmed by the barking. He then turned his head, and saw Shadow. He opened his eyes wide, but they became normal after a few seconds. Instead, he put his head back into the palms of his hands.
"So, I guess you're p*ssed at me right now, eh?" he said, abruptly.

Shadow sighed, going to sit down in front of her letter again. After writing a few words, she spoke, but didn't look up.
"I don't know what to think." She murmured. In her mind, everything was confused and out of order. Between the recent scene with Bart, her re-taking the assassin job and now the letter, everything was muddled.

"That's what happens to most people, if I recall correctly," Bart said, staying in the room. He put a hand up to his chin, and laid his head onto that. His other hand fell upon his legs. He closed his eyes. He regretted what he had just done.
But what's done is done.

Shadow finished her letter, tying it back onto the messenger pigeon that Wraith had managed to catch for her (unharmed). She carried the pigeon over to the window, opening it and letting the bird go. She watched it leave, her face lightly troubled. Wiping the look from her face, she closed the window, turning back to Bart.
"How about we forget it ever happened?"

"That's going to be kinda hard, Shadow," Bart answered, looking up at her, "Because every time I'll look at you, I'll remember this and be filled with regret once again." Bart looked up at Shadow, then looked down again. "And, it seems that when I talk about something, I mostly mean it. Even when I say something without my consent or something I'm not conscious about. it's probably what's inside of me."

Shadow leant against the window, her arms crossed and her black hair shielding her expression of confusion and determination.
"Then how do we continue?" She asked, not looking up at him. She knew she should tell him about the letter, but she refused to. There was no way she was getting him involved.

"We'll try to continue like we did before," Bart answered, crossing his arms. He thought about the letter Shadow was writing, only thinking of the glimpses he caught of it. He then sighed.
"What was that letter about? Only tell me if it concerns me."

- The letter's gone... -

"It doesn't concern you," Shadow snapped, her sharp fingernails digging into her arms as her hands clenched into fists. Realising how the words came out, she tried to relax herself. Taking a deep breath, but still not looking up at Bart, she spoke again, in a calmer tone.
"I apologise. It's not your fault." She bowed her head, thinking something through quickly before she looked up at Bart, her face devoid of emotion.
"But there is one element that you evoked. How do we continue? We don't." She said firmly. She knew that she had to make her tone of voice hurt, but she hoped that he would forgive her once the whole thing was over. The took a deep breath again, putting on a mask of determined fury. "I think you should leave for now before I go into power surge or go demonic." Her expression didn't waver. In her mind, she meant the words. She had to. But in another way she didn't mean them. She was trying to get him out of danger.

--Edited post to correct that. Sorry.--

Bart still wondered what the letter was about. He frowned slightly. "I understand, Shadow," Bart snapped, "I'll get out of this place as soon as I can." without another look, Bart turned around. He took off the silver bracelets, and started going kraferric. The fur rised from his before bare arms, and his nails elongated into keen, sharp claws. A tail sprouted, slithering in the air, and his legs got fur. His eyes changed from their previously dirty green colour to a blood red. All with this tranformation, Bart did not stop walking to the entrance door to get out. He put a hand on the doorknob, and turned it, hearing a faint click. He opened the door, slightly creaking as it did. He took a step out of the flat, then another. He closed the door shut abruptly, a loud slamming noise echoing through the halls.
Bart climbed up to the top, jumping out into the air, onto the flat's rooftop. He flattened himself on the ground, and smiled sarcastically.
Well, that's one day ruined. All because of me. Nice one there, Bart.

Shadow looked at her wolf.
"Wraith, follow him where you can. Make sure he doesn't go and do anything stupid, but don't let him see you." She told the canine, and it bounded away after Bart. Shadow then turned back to the window, knowing that the milita would be on their way already.

--Militia, no?--

Bart stood on the rooftop, tail flicking in the air. He put his silver bracelets back on. Why did I take these off in the first place? He tightened them on, them glinting in the feeble sunlight. He looked at the sky, turning red, because of the sun setting. He laid down onto his back, and put his arms up to his head to use them as a cushion. He closed his eyes, light still being able to pierce the thin skin protection. As all seemed dark at one moment, he opened his eyes. A female Kraferr stood above his head, smiling slightly. He quickly scampered to his feet, and looked up at Dominique.
"What are you doing here now?" he asked.
"What are YOU doing HERE?" she retorted, pointing at the floor, "Aren't you supposed to be with Shadow?"
"That has nothing to do with you," bart replied, frowning slightly, "Just tell me what are you doing here."
"I'm here to try to convince you."
"Again?" Bart retorted, "You know my answer: No."
"I'm here to change that answer."
"Try me."

- Yeah, sorry -

Shadow closed her eyes, leaning her head against the glass pane of the window. THe charka gem between her eyebrows made a clinking noise as it made contact. She sighed, wondering what she had let herself in for. Angering the Guild wasn't good at the best of times, but they had info about her that was valuable, and dangerous in the wrong hands.
Wraith was hiding in the stairwell up to the roof, listening to every word Bart and Dominique were saying. The wolf recognised Dominique's voice as the strange person who had entered her home not that long ago, and it took a lot of self control not to jump out and protect her territory, so she restricted herself to growling quietly.

Dominique's foot started tapping gently on the ground. After a moment, she stopped, closed her eyes, then continued tapping. She crossed her arms.
"Bart, the Kraferrs were my only family..."
"Your point? It doesn't change my answer, if that's what your thinking."
"My point is that my family is yours."
"Are you saying that I don't have a family? Because I do."
"Oh, not anymore."
Bart's eyes widened. He lowered his head. "What did you do to my family?"
"No, not me. You."