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A/N: I am expanding my Flash Fiction bit of “hood” with Derek and Shamaya, for a dear friend and fellow writer, Kristina Rohder. This one’s for you, dear! Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a wonderful Easter weekend!

Flash Fiction Prompt comes first, new addition begin at the little fancy page break. ^_^

He hurriedly yanked the hood over his head as he ducked out from
the shadows and darted across the half-light street. The cobblestones
sounded hollowly beneath his feet and Derek sucked in mouthfuls of icy
cold air as he dodged through the bowels of the city, clinging to the
shadows and breathing in the night.

“Derek?” Shamaya’s whisper wafted through the air. “We’re over here.”

He turned towards the hiss of her voice and followed it along the
wind and through the shadows to materialize beside her. “Sham.” He
murmured, reaching for her.

She danced lightly out of reach. “Ah, ah. Not yet. You’ve got too
many shadows around you.” She gestured to his front. “I said to collect
them not play with them.”

He stared down in confusion and then realized that nearly his entire
figure had been swallowed whole by the thin, wispy strips of blackness
clinging to him. He snickered. “I was trying not to be seen.”

“It worked.” His girlfriend threw her messy braid of hair over one bony shoulder. “Did you pick anything up while scouting?”

“Plenty.” He began to peel the shadows off of him and toss them to
the corners of the old warehouse where they could be happy and keep them
safe for the time being. “There’s a new watch on tonight and they’ve
added to the guard.”

“Added, again?” Shamaya bit her lip. “Heaven help us.” She murmured,
tracing a cross in the air before her. “How will we get the converts out
of the city?”

“The same way we got in.” Derek said, stoutly. “The shadows.” He pulled the hood off his head and Shamaya gasped.

“That–that!” She sputtered.

He smiled, serenely. “That wasn’t a hoodie after all.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Shamaya threaded her way through the shivering
groups, huddled close to their respective heating stones. She checked the
remaining energy in each of the solar-powered heaters and frowned at the
returned readings. It would be very cold in the caves tonight.
Too cold.
She frowned. “Derek?”
He was hunched over at the desk, a wide blueprint of
the city spread out on the desk before him. His head turned sideways to look at
her. “Hmm?”
“It’s going to be cold.” She set the reader down on
the table before him. “Too cold.”
His face paled. “Sham, we can’t move them tonight!”
“We don’t have a choice.” She jerked a thumb over
one shoulder, pointing at the little families and odd strangers that made up
their group of forbidden converts. “I can only keep the ice at bay for so long
anyway.” She shivered.
Concern stole over his features at once. “Are you
drinking enough fluids?” He reached for her, wrapping her up in a warm hug. “You’re
freezing, Sham!” He hugged her tighter. “You shouldn’t be this cold.”
She gave a weak laugh, muffling the sound in his
neck. “Yeah, yeah, tell me what I don’t know, why dontcha?”
He sighed. “Tonight then. Who am I to argue?”
She chuckled. “Just another stubborn-headed
individual in need of a reminder.” She gently untangled herself from the warm
embrace. “I’ll keep ‘em off you so you can get a few details hammered out,
okay?”
He managed to chuckle along with her. “We live and
learn.” He agreed. “I am not blind.” He hesitated. “Warn them, okay?”
“You’re growing soft on me.” She poked his side with
one cold finger.
He winced. “Ow. No, I’m not.”
“Says the man who just said ‘ow’ to a poke in the-”
He wiggled his fingers threateningly and she
instantly dodged away with a light squeal. “No way! I am not—don’t you even
think of that!” She laughed as she backtracked from the tickling hands and
returned to their now curious group.
There were two small families, a middle-aged couple
and a single child, a newly wed couple and three orphaned children to make up
the group of normal, as far as Shamaya was concerned. The rest was a bit much
for even her to take in. They had a down on his luck musician from a famed
Quilted university, his violin had turned to a fiddle and the cheery notes he
could play with his aching hands always brought a smile. A giant of a mechanic
with a knack for welding metal together by glaring at it. A self-proclaimed
horrible cook with a knack for throwing knives and a one-eyed man with three
fingers on his left hand.
Yes, definitely an odd group.
Shamaya cleared her throat, drawing their attention.
Why they’d decided to follow her and Derek, she didn’t know, but it was a
responsibility she intended to take as seriously as possible. “Derek says we can move out tonight.” She waited a
moment for the news to sink in.
“Tonight?”
“This night? Right now?”
“But we’re not ready!”
“Are we leaving for good?”
The voices clamored and Shamaya quickly held up her
heads. “Whoa, there! Give me a minute folks, I just said that we had to move
tonight, I didn’t say anything else beyond that.”
“Why tonight?” The three-fingered man, Nathan,
wanted to know. “Moon’s clear out bright. It’s a bad light to be walking in.”
“He’s got a plan, we just have to follow through
with it.” Shamaya frowned. “as for why tonight, it’s pretty cold, isn’t it?”
Six-year-old Christa nodded her little head in
agreement from the warm cocoon snuggled between her two parents. “Real cold.”
She whispered.
“The caves are icing over.” Shamaya hesitated. “I
can’t hold it back forever.”
That was the trick phrase. At once they were all
talking again and some were even apolgoizng 
for forgetting of her condition and
how it must pain and trouble her greatly. The brunette barely managed to take
it all in stride before she made it back to Derek’s planning table.
“How’d it go?”
“The usual, they wouldn’t budge until I told them
what was really up.”
“Nice of them to pry it out of you.”
“Nathan doesn’t pry.”
“Of course not, he just gives you that look that
makes you wish you were dead instead of alive and then you instantly tell him
whatever it is he wants to know in hopes that he won’t eat you alive.”
“Got it in one, proud of you, love.” She reached for
the paperweight on one edge of the blueprint scrolls. “Think of something yet?”
“Of course.” Derek scowled.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Dangerous.”
“Danger is my middle name.”
“The kind of danger that six-year-old girls shouldn’t
hear about.” He hissed. “Look, we’re going to have to travel by land for a
while, no sea crossings, right?” She nodded, slowly. “So they won’t be looking
for us right away, but I want to try something about hiding in plain sight.”
“What kind of thing?” Shamaya asked, nervously.
“This kind.” He shimmered in front of her and
disappeared.
“Derek?”
“Right here.” He spoke from right beside her.
She jumped and promptly elbowed him in the stomach. “Hey!
You could at least warn a girl before you do something spectacular like that.”
He grinned.  “Thought
you might like it.”
“I love it.” She beamed. “Er, what is it?”
He chuckled. “I finally found a way for the shadows
to take more than one person and from a person that isn’t related to them in
any other way.”
“Praise the Lord.” She murmured, fervently. “Can I
help?”
“Snacks.” He rubbed his stomach. “I’m going to need
a lot of snacks.”
The plan was simple and brilliant in itself. 
Derek simply ‘helped’ someone into a shadow and then
walked them out and away from danger. He’d return them to their original forms when
they were safely away. They’d have to all be shadows for a little while.
Shadows to the same ugly city guard that had first
claimed them as criminals.
Derek gave them all a choice.
Some protested.
Some didn’t.
Others worried about the long-term effects.
Everyone agreed.
It was trickier than Derek had planned for, but it
looked like they would make it. It was simply taking more time than they had and
more patience that he could spare.
The young father and one-eyed Nathan were the last
ones to climb the snowy hill away from the cursed city. Shamaya stood beside
Derek, rubbing her arms through the thin sleeves of her blouse. “We did it.”
“No, God did.” Derek corrected, gently. “Nothing I could’ve
dreamed up would’ve ever been this perfect.” He hugged her in congratulations. “Now,
would you quit with the shivering already and do something?”
She rolled her eyes at him, but then turned back to
the city. The soft blue eyes grew white-grey and hard as marble and then the
snow began to fall as her shivering stopped and she released her hold on the cold elements. 
“Wash me white as snow…” He began to sing.
The city crusted over with ice and began to crumble as
the rag-tag bunch turned away towards the tall, snowy forest looming ahead.
They picked up on the hymn, one by one, singing.
The voice floated through the air and warmed their souls
for the trials ahead.
© Sara Harricharan