So this is kinda the sequel(?) to Fated : Origin. It will have several chapters, Freezerburn central. Thanks.
He ran as fast as he could, his wings hanging close to his body. How badly he wanted to fly, just leap into the night air and fly away. Blood dripped down his arms leaving such a trail behind him.
The sky was dark and cloudy overhead. The moon only peered out from behind a cloud, giving him scattered beams of light to see his way. A sharp wind ruffled his hair, casting his scent ahead of him. Normally that would have been good for him but in this case it didn't matter. The two on his tail could catch him without a scent. His blood was enough to follow him anyway.
He tripped over a root and fought to keep his footing. He couldn't fall now. His only hope was to outrun his chasers. Every second mattered in this hunt. Every second lost was another chance his life was going to end.
Hands scrabbled in the ground he shoved himself upwards and staggered on. His wings, his wings, dammit!
He'd have flown away if he could, they couldn't follow him into the air. But upon first encounter, their only focus had been on his wings. He'd dodged and weaved, striking back even. But eventually the wore away at his strength and a blow severed his wings.
Not completely. His extra limbs still clung to his body but they hung limp and useless. They'd shredded them until nothing was left but the boney frame and a few patches of skin. He knew that even if he got away he'd never fly again.
That broke his heart to no end but he couldn't think about that. It would drag him down and he'd be caught. And if that happened, he'd never fly again anyway.
Blood dripped down his shoulders down across his body. It was his biggest give away. Water. A river. Anything. Just to lose them in the mix of scents. To get rid of the blood. Where could he find a river? Where could he go to? He didn't even know where he was. This was new territory, uncharted land that he had no knowledge of. He just had to pray that something went his way.
What had he even done? All he'd done was come to the city to find his fated. Human civilisation wasn't the easiest to navigate but he hadn't done anything wrong! He gritted his teeth. This was unfair.
He'd shown up in the city, scaring a few observers. But he'd tried to stick to the shadows, away from any humans. His chest still ached from pain and he wasn't sure if it was just his own pain or his fated.
He shook the sweat from his eyes and ploughed on. One day, one day he'd return and find them. He find his fated and make them the happiest person in the world. And he make his pursers lives a living hell.
He kept going, hardly wavering in his course. A straight line was the quickest way after all. His ears strained behind him, hoping to hear silence. But somewhere behind him a pair of feet ran.
A pair. One pair. His senses instantly went on alert. He had two pursuers. They always hunted as a pair, that was their whole thing. Which set his nerves on edge. Where had the other one gone?
He got his answer when a sword pierced his shoulder. Leaping from the trees like a angelic goddess, his hunter speared him from the front. Blood exploded across his face, hot and sticky against his skin. He was thrown back and he screamed.
Her hunter drew back her sword and sliced at him again. His forearm came up and blood hit the forest floor. She was graceful in her movements, each strike calculated and intent. No matter what he did she didn't lose her calm expression.
He was panicking. There was no way he'd be able to fight them off. He needed to run. His wings rattled against his back as he stumbled away, only a cruel reminder of how far away escape was. He tried to make his way away from her but she just kept coming, kept slashing.
His ears were on high alert now. He still had a chance, a tiny sliver of a chance, while she was alone. As skilled as she was, if he could just manage to get ahead of her, he could flee.
He was fast, quite fast actually. Even injured like this he should be able to lose her. How she managed to catch him he didn't know. Humans were as surprising as ever.
The footsteps behind him were getting louder. Approaching at a speed that he didn't even want to think about. He was doomed to a dark faith at their hands.
The demon felt his lip curl, blood boiling beneath his skin. A new anger rose within him. How dare they. How dare they hunt him like prey? He was no animal that needed to be slaughtered! He was a person!
He rose from the ground, snapping his teeth in a snarl. His hands shook but he curved them into class anyway. He'd fight until his last breath. Opening his jaws he let out a roar, the sound echoing into the night.
His attacker didn't even flinch. She just gave him a withering look. Pathetic her eyes seemed to say. "Finally found some teeth I see," she sniffed, kicking him across the jaw. Her voice was beautiful, even as he staggered back. Melodic and sweet. But ice cold.
She gave him an amused smile, one that chilled his blood. Frightening. Deadly. "I think I can sort that."
Her punch knocked a tooth clean from his jaw and he screeched in pain. His eyes watered and the moment he couldn't see he knew he was doomed. Her sword stabbed through his stomach and he knew it was over then. He collapsed to the ground.
His torso felt like it was on fire. A wet dark pain erupted from the wound, sending jagged ripples of spasms up his body. He clutched at the sword, scrabbling at it, trying to remove it. His hands slid on the blood and his struggles got weaker.
No….
"Oh you got him," a voice came in from behind him. "Didn't leave any for me?"
Her partner had arrived. Too late to anything but watch him die. His attacker gripped the end of her sword and yanked it out, only bringing a fresh wave of pain. He screamed high and curled his body in on himself.
This wasn't okay. He couldn't die now… His fated… They needed him.., they couldn't… he couldn't leave them alone..
"He's still alive," the first attacker said, pacing around him. "You can finish him off if you like."
A pair of footsteps approached him, the very same ones he'd been listening to as he fled. She leaned over him, a mane of blonde hair tumbling towards him. Purple eyes met his. She was pretty, he wasn't going to lie. But she had this grin, a smile like this was fun.
And he hated that.
She cracked her knuckles, wisps of smoke coming from the gauntlets she used as her weapons. Her arms were bulky, well muscled, those of a fighter's. She looked him over once and then stared him in the eye.
"Sorry fella," she smiled in such a friendly tone. "Hate to do this but you know. A job's a job."
She raised a hand and at that moment her partner came to stand beside her. As bright as she was, her partner was as cold. Dressed in white and red, wielding a sword that was coated in his blood. She gazed down at him too.
She was pretty as well, in a more sharp and angular way. Refined taste he'd call it. Once you got under her skin he'd imagine she was really really sweet. But her eyes gleamed with an amused fire.
Both of them. Killers. Murderers. Used to this. He clenched a fist. This wasn't right. This shouldn't be happening.
The blonde drew back her arm and swung. Tears sparkled in his eyes as her fist came down on his skull. The last thing he saw were his killers, Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long. The greatest Demon-Hunters of all time.