Marluxia looked over to Gandal. He appeared stressed so she stood over him. "What is it? What did you see?" she whispered.

Gandal let his eyes flash open... "He is gone." A smile fell upon his lips, "He has left me alone."

Marluxia grinned. "That's great. Do you need anything?" She was still worried about Aragon. He was acting strangely since he had killed her mentor.

"Water, that would be nice." He notcied how parched his throat was.

"Alright. I'll be right back." She let go of his hand and walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water and walked back. She helped him sit up and gave him the glass.

Aragons eyes turned red, and then he fell to the ground, and started muttering.

"Shit," she muttered. "I'll be back." She ran to Aragon and forced him to look at her. His eyes were practically bulging. "No no no no no."

((Try to resterain yourself from swearing in RP's outside of the unbridled section -- please.))

Gandal got to his feet, "We need to leave him before it happens to you, Marluxia." He said, usheing her out of the room hastily.

"it won't happen to me. If it does, I can control it." But she let herself be taken away. She was too tired to deal with this now. "Where do you want to go?"

'Out of here!' He said with urgency.

"Fine," she muttered.

Gandal ran for the nearest window, vanquishing the yelping cries with a resounding crack of glass. He flailed through the air and landed at the bottom of his house.

Aragon felt his eyes go red, then they were clear. He looked up, and saw a broken window, and Gandal and Marluxia were gone. "Oh no, what happened to them" he said with urgency.

Marluxia landed on the ground in a crouched position. "What now Gandal? Anywhere in particular?"

'Just run!' He yelped, scrambling to his feet and belting off into the distance.

Marluxia followed him. There was nothing she could do. She wasn't sure what he was so afraid of. It was one demon. That was it. It wasn't like it was an army.

Gandal ran and ran until he reached the edge of a large lake, panting inconsiderably.

Marluxia stopped beside him. She sat down and looked out at the lake. "Sit Gandal. Your body can't take much more of this."

Gandal did as he was told, his pegs flailing miserably, he sighed, 'i haver ran so fast in my life.'

Marluxia didn't say anything. There was something more than Lucifer at work. She kept staring out at the lake.

'What can we do now?' Gandal said, sighing miserably as he traced his fingers through the cold lake.

Marluxia sighed. "For the first time in my life, I don't know what to do." She looked down, feeling helpess to the demon's power. "'He will rise, he will kill and he will take. But there is always one. He will be defeated.' That was a saying I learnt when I was a kid. I always thought it was a joke. Then he started to take control of me. Then I knew that it was real."

Gandal made no reply, he just sat there; trying to wrap his head around the past couple of hours. He tried dismissing the thoughts but they kept coming back like a tidal wave; wave after wave, crash after crash.

Marluxia clutched her head. He was speaking to her again. "No... Go away. Get out of my head!" She cringed a the sound of her voice. He wasn't going to take her. He couldn't, and he knew it. She looked at Gandal. "Don't worry. He can't take me. I'm immune," she said to him.

'We should keep moving.' He said, a sign of haste in his voice, mixed with fear; lots of it.