I grinned as she gave her answer, tossing her a granola bar. "Eat up, kiddo." I said, walking off the grab the hair dye. Of course, the crutches weren't hidden, I just wanted to annoy Jacob. Then again, I'm pretty sure my existence in general does that. I grabbed the box, along with a brush, and headed back, sitting down behind her. Lilith was nibbling at the granola bar, looking somehow even younger than she probably was. Actually, come to think of it... "Hey, kiddo, how old are you, even?" I asked, gently trying to pull the brush through her hair.
Lilith bit her lip. "Fifteen." She said, voice dropping. Who let her do this? She's a child! She's practically a baby!
"What the fuck?" I said, out loud. "You're a literal kid!" She shifted awkwardly
"Only physically! And legally..."
I shook my head. "Hun, I know you're in, and you're stuck in, but you're too young for this bullshit."
She looked up, pouting slightly. "No I'm not!" See? Baby! I shook my head.
"You're just our own little spitfire demon, aren't you?"
She grinned, going back to to her food as I yanked the brush through her hair. "Damn." I muttered, "How long have you been running?"
Lilith shrugged. "Not sure. A few weeks, maybe? It was hard to tell..."
I shook my head again. "Too fucking young." I muttered as I (finally) got her hair brushed out, opening the dye and starting to apply it.
"You asshole, they weren't missing- What did I tell you about the fucking hair dye?!"
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A Rebel's Rage
Action"They have society, money, arms, support, and legions of people. What do we have? A small group of runaway punk misfits that never fit in, never belonged, millions of others like us in hiding, even more dead by their hand, and a fuck ton of rage. N...
