Those safe arms are what I woke up to. I panicked for a moment and almost raised my arms to attack, but stopped and gave a growl. The figure didn't move, only waited patiently for me to pause again before giving another growl.
"Good morning."
Its comment was given a growl. I didn't want to put up with it anytime soon, but I also didn't want to leave it. It was on the verge of confusing. Thoughts angrily ran through my lack of a mind and struck deeply.
"Are we ready, Vincent?"
Again, the thing was calling me Vincent. It wouldn't stop either. I allowed a growl to slip past, holding back the fierceness that welled up in my throat.
Intercept? A group of ... Survivors? Survivors, if I could possibly remember, we people who weren't- like me. Those who smaller like life and not a scent of death. Things like it.
"Come now, Vincent."
Another growl escaped my lips, welling from my throat.
I didn't have a choice if I wanted to figure everything out, did I? Light pierced through my covered face when the thing rammed a bloody foot into the splintering door. I let out a hiss at the pain the light brought. Outside the now broken door, it waited, bloody hands fishing into crimson life scented cloth over a shredded chest.
Help me.
I want out.
Third Person Limited POV
He watched it stretching through the horse, blades dancing through the skulls. He allowed his instincts to fall over his mind, not paying attention to the world around him, his nails scraped eagerly into the death-colored skin. They smelled dead, unlike it. It made no sound, said no word. They had worked through the rest of the 'forest', at least that's what it had said the place was.
Growls escaped from his throat, ripping loudly as his nails dug unto a large member if the dead. "Charger" or something.
"Alrighty... Are you done?" It asked, dropping it's bloody hands and turned to face him, "Are you hurt? Do you feel any pain?"
He gave a growl to respond. He was fine.
"I will take that as 'fine'." It gave what he remembered to be a smile. The... Sad... Smile he remembered it having. Why did it have the sad-
A smell passed his nose, prickling up the scents in his head. It wasn't dead. The smell wasn't dead, it was alive. There was someone else now. Someone other than the thing he was following. With a quick concentration, he noted the sound of a firing weapon. The other thing was behind them.
It gave a wave of a hand, falling silent again. It's bloody hands moved to clench tightly around the knives, them slipping onto it's fingers.
"Stay, quiet." It told him, barely moving it's lips.
He let out a soft growl.
There. The thing was there. It was making noise by walking over crunching leaves. It was close now. His body fell close to the ground, crouching in anticipation. His fingers twitched in delight at the thought of running his nails through it's torso.
And, yet again, when the thing moved closer, he got his wish.
The thing was slammed into the ground, rocks scraping it's pleasantly already bloody skin.
"Ah, hell! Get offa me!" It started shouting at him when his hand rose up, poised in attack.
He let out a growl and-
"Vincent! Stop!"
He paused giving it a growl followed quickly by a hiss. Why was it stopping him from getting his pleasantly squirming prey?
"Vincent! Get off of him." It told him.
His hands fell, placed carefully across the torso of his prey, who had ceased to quit squirming. He gave another growl.
"Vincent, you aren't an animal. You're still Vincent." It called to him, holding out it's bloody hand. "Please let him breathe."
He hissed, petting it know he didn't want to.
"Vincent." It was closer now, a few feet away.
With a deep growl followed by a light bark, if he could call it that.
"Ah'll be... A trained... A trained Hunter." His prey called, shifting underneath him.
"Be quiet, you're still in the woods. He's not table trained yet."
He growled at that like it was an insult, as he was sure it was. He handy the slightest clue what that exactly meant, it was sure it was an insult.
It motioned to him again, "Come on, get off him. Now!"
With a last growl, he did so, feeling a rush of air enter his prey's chest when his weight finally left.
"That's good, Vincent." It gave a quirk of it's lips. A practiced emails. The absent smile he could place somewhere. But... Where? "Vincent, come over here."
He crouched as he did so. It placed a hand on his hooded head, earning a hiss.
"Didn't think they could be trained."
It gave a chuckle, "Vincent didn't turn completely, thankfully."
"How..?"
It didn't give a reply to it, only shifted a bloody hand on his head.
"Well, that name's Keith. Who mightcha be?" His prey clapped its hands together.
"Call me... Captain."
Captain...?
Where did he know that from?
"Hey, did Ah ever tell you about this one time me and my buddy Ellis-"
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Heya, sorry I didn't end up adding a second chapter to this earlier. I ended up having a lot to deal with on my plate (Then a ton of school work) and basically ended up breaking down. (Don't worry, it actually didn't have anything to do with my stories.)
But I'm back.
It's probably really short, and I apologize.
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