(I felt like writing about Sunken's life in a human form (I didn't feel like writing it with cats...idk why) because...no one really knows anything about her before hand. I might continue this is you guys want all the way up until she gets to Nightclan, but if not, here's just the scene where she gets hit) Dezeray squeezed her daughter's petite thin hand reassuringly, the hot summer day making her palms slick with sweat. Though the girl was obviously disgusted by her mother's hygiene, she bit her pink little lip to keep from complain. She admired her child for a moment, who had taken completely after her father. She had his light blonde hair, pale yellow eyes, and facial structure, while the rest was her grandmothers. Dez leaned down and gave her daughter a peck on the head as she rubbed her shoulder. "Are you okay, baby girl?" "Um..." Her pale eyes looked around at the tall gang members that surrounded them, as they walked. All wore leather jackets as most gangs did, each mob having their own insignia on the back. This group had a whale being brutally split through by a harpoon, due to the fact that their leader's name was Moby Dick. And they all looked like they could chew metal and snap bones with their pinky and forefinger. Her older brother, David, adored them while she learned to sleep with her eyes open, afraid they?d eat her in the night. They'd been traveling with the gang for a week and a half now, after they'd been abducted by Moby who drooled over her mother. Her brother and her were just an unwanted bonus; not a lot of gangs wanting Collar children. She consciously touched the yellow teensy bell on the green collar roped around her neck, the chime tinkling softly. "Naomi, sweetheart?" Her mother snapped her back to reality, stroking her daughter's soft hair and pulling a strand out of her eyes. Naomi blinked stupidly, she had a bad habit of zoning out and looked up to her mother apologetically. The worn looking woman smiled before looking past her daughter. "This young man asked you something." Naomi looked over to see a twelve year old white-blonde haired boy her age, keeping pace with her. He looked expectant as if waiting for an answer with his deep brown eyes keeping firmly with hers. "You want to walk with us?" He repeated, straightening his white vest. "Oh...heh..." She nodded blushing before he motioned for her to follow, jogging through the pack, shoving the men fearlessly aside to make a path. Naomi scrambled skittishly after him, not want to touch anyone for fear of getting eaten. They finally made their way to the front where the wretched looking Moby Dick led the gang through the alleyways. "Uncle Moby, can she walk up here with us?" The boy nodded over to Naomi who ducked behind him for cover as Moby glanced at her with his one eye, the other torn out. He gave a grumble in response before going back to ignoring them, scratching his bearded jaw. "So you're names Naomi?" The boy laughed, looking over his shoulder at the cowering little girl. "Yeah...you're...Glass...right?" She mumbled, face red as he pulled her up next him so they could walk side by side. He gave her a charismatic smile and flicked his white fedora, straightening his little bowtie. "What do you think?" Glass nudging her in the arm playfully, and winked before looking back to the alley. Naomi quickly rubbing her arm when he wasn't looking, pretty sure he'd bruised it. "So, Naomi, sorry I haven't ever talked to you...I was too shy to tell you the truth." "Oh..." "You see, it's hard to talk to pretty girls like you." Naomi went stiff and side stepped away from him. "...Um..." He shook his head, waving his hands at her. "I'm not hitting on you, I swear." Naomi clutched her arm, frowning. But you did hit me! "You know what? Let's forget I ever-"Glass yelped as a brown haired older boy with deep, green hateful eyes, pushed him aside. "Who this, Naomi? You're boyfriend?" David snickered as Glass stumbled backwards into a gang member, the man growling and shoving him forward. "...stop..." Naomi murmured uselessly, afraid of yelling at her sixteen year old, brutish brother. She took note of the fact he was no longer wearing his collar. David ignored her and jogged up beside Moby, his new role model and 'friend'. "How's it going ugly? Still haven't found your other eye yet?" "I'll take one of yours, if it'll shut you up." Moby muttered, his face distorted by the amount of scars scrapping across it. "You know David, you might look just like me one day, so you better quit playing the smart alec." He grinned, missing and rotting teeth evident. David burst out laughing. "Oh please! In a million years, old man! I know how to protect myself unlike yourself..and my sister..." David peered grouchily back over at his sister who was walking awkwardly by Glass again. "She's so pitiful..." Moby raised an eyebrow, looking over to the girl. "Yes...and?" "Isn't she holding us up?" Moby bit his lip, studying the girl. "She'd work as a birthing mo-" "We should make her prove herself, don't you think? Perhaps making her out run a Monster or something fun like that." David interrupted, giving a horribly fake smile at Naomi as she caught his eye. "It would be fun to watch that." Moby chuckled before pulling out a cigarette. He lit the butt of the cigar before pinning it in his mouth. David coughed harshly as smoke blew into his face. David opened his mouth to say something as they turned a corner when Moby suddenly pushing him back, cursing. "EVERYBODY STOP!" He yowled back at the gang, everyone halting in confusion. "What's going on?" Glass asked Naomi who shrugged. "There seems to be a whole lot of smoke coming from the repair shop up ahead. We all know what that means; there could be a possible explosion. So we need somebody to scout it out and see of we'll be able to pass safely." Moby informed is gang, rolling his cigarette between his fingers. He flicked his eye over to Naomi, giving a wicked half smile. "What about you, Naomi?" He flicked an ember at her. Her pale yellow eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. "M-me?" "Yeah, kiddo, you." Moby glided over to her, putting a hand on her back as he led her over to the corner, pointing to the shop. "Just go peek on in there, see what's up and come on back. Easy as that. You think-?" Moby whirled around as Dezeray shoved her way pas the men of the gang. "Not going to happen!" She jerked Naomi away from the leader and wrapped her arms around the girl protectively. "She is not going out there, Moby." The mother hissed. Moby frowned. "And when did you become in charge?" "As soon as you put my daughter into dangers way." She spat. "I don't think so." And with a wave of his hands, the gang members jerked Dez away from Naomi, the mother kicking around and screaming curses. When they got her in their grasp, Moby swatted her across the cheek before pointing an accusing finger. "Know your place. You're here to bare my children, nothing more. So shut up and enjoy the show." He then looked over at Naomi, watching with surfacing tears in her eyes. "Go on, or I'll snap your neck." Naomi nodded quickly and slowly walked out into the open, hands held unsurely to her chest. Her breathes came shaky and whimpers of fear slipped from her lips as tears rolled down her cheeks. Each step she took, the more her body trembled, ever so slowly advancing towards the shop. The large garage doors were open, letting the pitch black smoke below out, that seemed to be coming from one of the cars. Naomi ignored her mother's screams as she leaned forward. Her little fingers carefully touched hood of the car as she peered down, coughing as the smoke stung her eyes and throat to see the flicker of flames in the engine and heard ever growing hissing sound. It didn't look safe. She stood up, looking over her shoulder at the gang and took a few steps forward, shaking her head. Moby grumbled something before the members dropped Dezeray who stumbled forward. "Come on back, honey! Good job! You did great!" She called encouraging to her daughter who was looking back at the burning car and zoning out as she watch the flames flicker and the smoke below. "NAOMI!" Her mother yelled, the girl looking back to her mother, unable to hear her through the now extremely loud hissing sound. She whipped her head back to the car as loud banging noises rang through the air and she slowly began to back away. "Naomi, what are you doing!? Get back here!" She twisted around to her mother, eyes wide. "Mo-" The world burned red as the shop exploded, metal flying everywhere, the gang hiding back behind the wall and Glass watching in horror as one moment Naomi was there and next she was gone. After a couple or so minutes, the blast died down, the shop left burning. Dezaray stood there, a hand to her mouth as she stared through blinding tears at where her precious little daughter had once stood. The group peered around the corner to see shrapnel everywhere, one slammed up against a wall next to a crumpled form. Glass was the first to dash out to the little wadded up figure and what he saw gave him nightmares. There was so much blood, all off it pooling from behind Naomi's right ear, her eyes were wide and body still except for the rare tiny rises of her chest. He looked unsurely over his shoulder at the gang. "She's alive, I think."

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