Seaside Moors when i was a little stereo

tegan gave bat a nasty look. what kind of scheme was she schemin' right now. but either way, she looked kinda spooked, so tegan glanced over his should to find that all-too-familiar yellow gaze. his expression remained the same, he'd done so well at hiding his feelings from others in dumbass situations that it had begun to transfer over to real life situations. still looking over his shoulders, into those yellow eyes-- which tegan now realized weren't looking at him-- he began to move forward. 

"bat, run, now," he commanded. if she needed an extra shove, he'd shove her, and then he'd take off right beside her, trail streaming behind as he ran for his life. her couldn't believe it-- it was that motherfucker again.