“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.
“What do you mean more than meets the eye…?” Then the man brought up the issue of hunters, his eyes glowing red as if to emphasize his point. And Reagan knew of government agencies that policed mutants, she knew of mutant hate groups, she even knew of mutants that went after other mutants… But hunters? They were a new category entirely. She shook her head at the man, “You give me some ominous warning, and you make your eyes glow, and now I’m just supposed to follow you home? Have you ever seen an episode of Dateline?”
Scott stood up straight. “Dateline? What’s Dateline?” He didn’t have time to watch TV, he was busy trying to pass his college courses while also saving people from supernatural beings that threatened the world. He shook his head, focusing once more on the matter at hand. “That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that we’re in danger, out in the open like this. I know you’re not fully human. You’re not a werewolf or banshee or anything else I’ve ever encountered, but I know you’re different. It’s not my home. My friend, Deaton, has a safehouse for people like us, no questions asked. There’s food, water, a bed.” There was shuffling off in the woods, and his ears picked up hushed voices a couple hundred feet away. “They’re here.”
