Scott blinked and his eyes were back to their usual brown hue. “Oh, uh. They aren’t. Private property, I mean.” He sniffled, discreetly smelling the air. Was She the being he smelled in the woods? He stepped a little closer, and the smell also got stronger. It was her. “You’re different, aren’t you?” He asked, taking a few more steps forward. “’Cause I’m different too. I can help.”
Unlike his glowing red eyes, there were no outward signs of Reagan’s mutation. Nothing about her that screamed MUTANT. So how this man knew that she was one was beyond her. Still, she played it safe, shrugging, “Different how? And if these woods aren’t private property, then I’ve got a place to sleep for the night along with a barely-stale bag of cheese puffs for dinner. What more could I ask for?”
“Let’s just say I know you’re more than what meets the eye. These woods aren’t safe. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone. There are hunters. They hunt those that aren’t fully human,” he said, allowing his eyes to glow red once more.
“My name’s Scott. I know you have no reason, but If you choose to trust me, I have somewhere you can sleep for the night, no questions asked.” He said an internal prayer that she would trust him, even in the smallest amount so he could keep her safe from the hunters that raked through these woods at night.
Cisco backup 