[DarkForbidden-Love]

Charles felt it again. He was being hunted probably by imcompetent idiots, again. His blue eyes scanned his surroundings and he noticed nothing imediatly. He choose then to enter a crowd knowing that most assasins would not take the chance while he was with others.

Charles had been looking again for his parents but had come up with more dead ends and one more attempted assasination on his person. "Sorry, madam," he says politly to the person he bumped into.

The rules of survival floated in his head, 1) don't be memorable, 2) be polite, older people won't ask questions then, and 3) stay in a populated area until the assasin has shown themselves. His grey outfit was mostly due to the first rule but sometime Charles wished for less memorable eyes.

Charles once again scanned the area looking for the person he felt was after him and once again came up blank. He revised his first assesment either they were good assasins or he was totally paranoid.