Fury prt. 6

"Do you ever think about how your going to die?" Celia questioned walking perfectly normal as she had earlier explained to Alphonse. Alphonse thought a moment as he and Celia continued to walk the uneven path. In a way he had thought he was going to die when he had seen Celia lying there on the cold stone floor broken and in so much pain. Her face twisted in agony as she tried to crawl to him.

"No not really i mean death is.... just death you never know when its gonna happen so i don't really think about how I'm going to die no." He replied with a strange look on his face. Celia looked away and thought about his answer, he was right she never knew when she would die but when she was beaten so bad for what she was and left alone she thought she was... in a way she welcomed death then, anything was better than the pain she was in.

"What are you thinking about?" Alphonse asked seeing the twisted look of agony and pain on her ivory face.

"When you first found me... when we first met." Celia responded quickly looking away as the heat began to rush to her face.

'You mean when i first fell in love with you?' Alphonse thought with a sly smile on his face, he to looked away as the heat began to rush to his tanned face. Celia turned to look at the road and suddenly she had the backpack off her back and on the ground as she frantically searched around for something. Her hands touched a soft velvet cloth that she pulled out and quickly wrapped herself in.

"Why are you wearing your cloak?" Alphonse asked as he watched Celia put the hood up so he couldn't even see her face.

Celia smiled her teeth gleaming even behind the cloak as she answered, "Because we're coming up to a village i don't think you'd want to be ran out by a mob calling me a demon."

"Ah, the sound of a mob i miss that sound so much." A voice responded coming from a nearby boulder on Alphonse's left.