A.N: I am so sorry this has come so late, I have been fully busy. Thanks for the reviews (I like reviews so feel free to post them.) I'll probably make this clearer in this chapter and in later ones but if anyone wasn't sure the little demon fighting crew I've set up are an off-shoot of Gunn's team.
Chapter 6:
Warmth comforted Connor, even growing up in Quortoth, surrounded by flames Connor had always liked the warmth and the adrenaline of demon fighting. Now to wake up with the warm sun shining on his face was delightful. He half expected to be lying in his soft bed in the Hyperion, but those days felt so far away now.
Delirium swept over Connor momentarily as his eyes open to an unfamiliar ceiling, he had almost forgotten the events of yesterday but it all came back to him quickly. Connor lay sleepily and contemplated whether to get up or to continue his slumber, he felt rude about sleeping in and taking up space, Mike's space. Connor sat up and looked toward the other end of the room where he had seen Mike's sleeping bag atop a thin mattress, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Connor took the time to adjust his super hearing and listened around the building for the sound of people, and to his discomfort there were a few unfamiliar voices chatting near his room.
Though Connor had been invited to stay here he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable particularly with the way Nick and James had so blatantly rejected his presence. His only comfort was that Mike, and possibly Amber, wanted him there.
A new pair of footstep entered the building and voices soon followed, most were unrecognizable but Connor thought he could make out Mike amongst the talking. The footsteps sounded closer and it soon became clear to Connor that Mike was heading back to their room.
The door swung open and Mike looked down at an obviously tired Connor, he shot Connor a quick smile as he wrapped up with his comrades and shut the door behind him.
"Hey man," Mike said in his usual positive manner. "And lucky for you, you have some clothes to change into." Mike lifted Connor's bag high into the air, this confused Connor, as he hadn't told him where he'd been staying, so it was very odd for them to just find it.
"How'd you...?" Connor wasn't sure what to ask, it was still very perplexing that they would know where to find his stuff.
"Had a little help from Amber for that," Mike answered without explanation. "Now come on get dressed we got a job for you."
Connor didn't ask he just got up off the floor and headed to where Mike had placed his bag, and got out a black T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans to change into. He changed as Mike pulled weapons out of the chest in the corner of the room, a few sword and some stakes, it seemed he had some sort of attack planned.
"So you up for some fighting?" Mike asked as Connor pulled his T-shirt over his head.
"Sure."
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Bells rang out a familiar sound to Amber's ears, the sounds of the church residing by an all too recognizable house in the hills. Such a serene place, no one could ever imagine how Amber could hold it with such content.
The wind felt so real on her face, the scent of summer brought back many pleasant memories with the complementary pain that followed her so dreadfully. For the next few moments Amber felt the loneliness sift away as she was free from the hideous curse of her life and her gift.
Amber needed to escape and this place she had was hers alone and it was a perfect world where she was free to live, to love and to touch. Though given the choice to stay here she couldn't accept in fear of the pain that lingered in her comfort. It never ceased to amaze her how one event could influence your life so greatly, for years she had made attempts at solace, doing only more damage to herself and fixing nothing. Even in this world she hid in she was not free from her self-hatred and her pain.
And it was then that a knock came to her door and slowly began to pull her out of her own world. The knocks persisted slowly and she was losing her grip, she had to return to her body and to her life.
"Amber," the soft tone on Mike's voice entered her conscious and she knew she had to leave.
"What is it?" Amber asked short of breath and drained of her energy. It was so hard to leave once she had begun.
"Hey," Mike said entering her room. "I was just gonna take our boy Connor out to that new nest in town, and I was wondering if you wanted to come."
"I'm fine," Amber replied standing from her mediation position on the floor. She knelt down to blow out her candles and acted as if Mike had left.
Mike still watched her with curiosity, though he had known her for nearly a year he still knew very little about her, for the first month he had known her she hadn't even talked to him. She only met Connor yesterday and she had spoken, in fact shouted to him. It intrigued Mike, the way Connor had looked at her when she spoke, and the way she had seemed fascinated, whatever was between them it seemed like more than an attraction.
"Alright well..." Mike wasn't exactly sure what to say to Amber, if there was anything to say. "We'll be back later."
Amber pretending to be ignoring Mike and waited till he left the room, once she heard the door close she let out a gloomy sigh. She hated that she couldn't just vent her feelings to anyway, that she had to keep all her emotions bottled up. Though her gift had served her as an advantage sometimes she would give anything to be free.
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This area was instantly familiar to Connor, he had come here with Gunn over the summer, before he had even looked around the scent caught his attention and a wave of nostalgia had engulfed him. It was quite logical for there to be a vampire nest here as it was a demonic part of town where, amazingly, people were foolish enough to leave their houses at night.
Connor hadn't been able to figure out exactly where he and Mike were heading however, they had been riding deeper into the area, were the demonic activity was sure to get worse, and being on the back of Mike's motorcycle, when he drove like a madman wasn't too fun... except for someone like Connor who loved the danger.
Much to Connor's hidden disappointment the motorcycle came to a pause out the front of an abandoned warehouse, which looked all too inviting for vampires and demons of all varieties. The two demon hunters removed their helmets and Mike opened his bag to reveal a sword for each of them along with a few stakes and a crossbow.
"Shouldn't we have brought some back up?" Connor asked, he knew this part of town reasonably well, and vampires in this area seemed particularly feisty. He though Mike would have planned ahead for something so dangerous.
"Some of the guys are meeting us here soon, we're just doing a little recon," Mike said calmly while arming himself.
"Alright," Connor agreed while putting a small stake in the inner pocket of his brown suede jacket. "So what was up with Amber?" Connor asked trying not to show his interest.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked with a kind smirk crossing his lips.
"Nothing... uh, she just always seems so..." Connor struggled for the right words to describe her intriguing, silent depression.
"Sad?" Mike asked in a serious tone removing his smirk.
"Yeah," Connor replied matching Mike's tone. "Why's that."
"Well," Mike thought of everything he knew about Amber and he wasn't sure where to begin. "Well, she's telepathic, only to an unbelievable extent."
"What do you mean?" Connor had heard of telepathy but he still wasn't exactly sure what Mike meant.
"Well she can use her powers for a lot of good things, like finding your stuff this morning, but the unfortunate side-effect is that she can't touch any other human being without telepathically assaulting them."
"So she can't touch anyone?" Connor asked, noting the misfortune of Amber's gift.
"And she's been through a lot," Mike eyes sank to the floor. "She's had a lot to deal with."
Connor wanted to know more but he sensed it wasn't something Mike was comfortable to tell him. Though Connor wasn't an expert on the topic, from his fresh perspective it seemed that Mike tried to be a big brother to Amber, but he wasn't exactly easy to care for.
"So are we going to do this?" Connor asked making his best effort to change the subject.
Mike snapped into action mode and shot his stride toward the closest warehouse, where Connor presumed their destination was. Though they had agree to wait for back up both of them doubted that they actually would.
The building they approached looked very worn-down and uninviting, for some reason vampires didn't feel the need to set their nests up in upper class residential areas. Connor held a tight grip on his sword, not out of fear but rather anxiousness. It made it more exciting that it was only the two of them, going up against a, presumably, quite powerful nest of vampires.
"Alright we found the place," Mike said observing the building. "Now we just have to get inside."
Connor noticed their predicament, as there was no visible entrance to the building, besides heavily chained, and barricaded, entrance. There was no way they could get through their discretely, meaning Connor would have to think outside the box to get them inside. The building was fairly dull and plane, with the exception of some large, high up windows, which caught Connor's perceptive eye.
"We go through there," Connor said pointing for Mike to look up to the windows Connor had his mind set on.
"How the hell we gonna get up there?" Mike asked after an amazed shock.
"Do you have any rope?" Connor asked as he had a plan for getting them into the building. "Or anything else we could use?"
"Umm... let me check bro," Mike walked back to his bike where he had left his backpack; he himself was sometimes amazed by the contents.
Connor had always impressed Gunn and Fred greatly, wit his ability to jump such large distances and great heights, and this was an instance in which he was glad he had been born with such skills.
"Nope," Mike said as he loaded his backpack back onto his bike. "If we wait till..." Mike turned to see Connor had disappeared, so quickly he had just disappeared. "Connor!"
"Up here!"
Mike eyes shot up to the building's high up windows to see Connor head poking out with a mischievous smile.
"You look shocked," Connor said mildly showing off. "I'll see if I can break the door down from the inside."
"Alright but be careful."
The inside of the warehouse was incredibly stuffy and dark, Connor felt nauseous upon entering the dark room. Though a normal person may not have noticed it with the extent Connor did, it was obvious things had died in this building, as the odor of blood and decay was ever present.
The second floor was only around the edge of the building, with a huge opening in the middle to look down at the bottom floor, but it was fart too dark for Connor to make anything out. He moved towards the edge where the railing had all but decayed and most of the stairways down were badly damaged and unsteady.
As Connor contemplated his inevitable descent his senses flared at some sort of movement behind him, and before he could turn to counter his foe, something moving at immense speed, slammed into him hard and knocked him over the railing down onto the lower level, where he landed with a solid thump. As Connor's body slammed hard into he ground most of his consciousness abandoned him leaving his eyes blurry and his senses baffled.
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There was nothing worse, in Amber's opinion, than being stuck in a run down car with a bunch of gun, or crossbow, happy demon hunter's bragging like idiots about their best kills. She still wondered why she had convinced herself to go with them and get some fresh air.
The car moved through quiet back streets, as they continued toward their destination, where they would rendezvous with Connor and Mike. As they got closer something began to gnaw at the edge of Amber's mind, a faint note of danger. As the sense grew stronger Amber felt the need to give it some focus, though she had partially warn herself out earlier she felt, at this point, it was necessary for her to use her powers.
Amber shut her pulled her focus into place, she allowed her mind to stretch out across the bare streets, and sought them out to find the source the danger, and with it Connor and Mike. Her mind opened to the demonic energy she could feel emanating from, none other than, their destination.
Faster then their car could travel through the streets Amber's mind raced through Los Angeles straight to the sight of the danger she sensed. Though the picture was hazy her mind scanned the vision for the source, and her mind instantly shot to Connor's half-unconscious body crumpled on the floor, with some dark unseen creature stalking him.
Even with their vehicle moving at unsafe speeds there was no sure guarantee they could get to Connor in time, the only person close enough was Mike, but there was only one way to reach him, and it scared Amber, entering another person's conscious mind was a dangerous task for someone whose powers were as dangerous as hers. This, however, was a risk she had to take, though she couldn't explain it something deep in her was screaming at her to save Connor.
"Mike," she whispered across the astral plane, into his mind. She waited for a moment with no response, so she pushed her concentration to the next level and tried again. "Mike..."
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As Mike waited for Connor, his patience grew thin and gave way too worry, he had assumed Connor would have called for help, had he been attacked by anything, but since Connor had entered the building he had heard nothing.
"Mike."
Mike nearly jumped at the sound of his own name, his eyes darted about the surrounding area seeing nothing, but he had heard his name so clearly, it was odd that just as he had been worrying about Connor something came to make him worry about himself.
"Mike," Only now did Mike realize what was happening. "Mike, answer me." Amber had contacted him telepathically.
"This is so cool," Mike, responded out-loud. "We should do this more often."
"Connor's unconscious something's attacking him," Amber demanded; in particularly out of character tone. "You have to help him!"
"Amber, the entrance is barricaded. There's no way in."
"Just right of the door, the wall has been badly damaged on the inside," Amber said determined. "If you ride your back into he part f the wall you may be able to break through."
"Alright," Mike said running back toward his bike. "Damn she better be right."
After removing the heavy supply bag from the seat, Mike hopped onto his bike, and secured his helmet. He contemplated the plan for a moment then began to rev the engine preparing to break through the wall. Mike shot the bike off, away from the building and on to the street, hoping to gain some distance for some speed. One he thought he had moved far away enough he accelerated the bike to the highest of it's abilities, and headed for the wall head on, praying that Amber was right.
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The hard floor only added to Connor's painful discomfort, as he struggled to regain full consciousness. His back ached from the fall and his head felt unbalanced, his eyes showing him a hazy, unclear vision. Only just having full feeling return to his body, Connor felt in no position to even stand, but he knew there was something watching him, and odds were he would have to fight.
All of Connor's senses shot dramatically into action, upon hearing a loud crash coming through the building's wall, and after the rubble scattered a familiar motorcycle appeared in the clearing.
The opening in the wall had allowed a decent amount of sunlight to enter the room and shine onto Connor. Though the origin of the creature had not been determined it seemed to shy away from the sunlight with a quiet hissing noise.
"Could use some help here," Connor muttered painfully, generally a fall, even to that extent wouldn't have hurt Connor too much, however the impact in which the creature had hit him with had hurt him more than he had thought.
Mike came rushing over while taking his helmet off to better access Connor's physical condition.
"Damn bro," Mike exclaimed in shock. "What the hell happened?"
"There's something in here..." Connor paused as his super hearing detected something moving toward them. "Do you have a weapon?"
Mike understood what Connor was saying; he quickly pulled the large knife from his belt and observed their surroundings, looking for their attacker. And, suddenly, just like with Connor Mike was hit by the fast moving creature, knocking him flat on the ground.
And finally Connor saw the giant reptilian demon standing in the sunlight and looking quite discomforted, when it had attacked Connor it had instantly disappeared back into the shadows but for some reason, now, the creature wasn't moving at it's regular intense speed.
An ugly head reared at Connor and a thin tongue slipped out the creature's alligator-like mouth. Connor noticed the creature was not preparing to attack him but struggling in pain. Connor took a careful look at the situation and realized the creature had some sort of negative reaction to the sunlight, and if he were going to kill it, now would be his only chance.
Connor had lost his sword when the creature had knocked him through the railing so the only weapon he had was the small stake in his belt. Connor grabbed the stake and used all his remaining strength to throw it into the giant reptile's neck. It let out a fierce shriek as Connor finally got to his feet and launched his body at the creature knocking it further into he intense sunlight.
The creature struggled under Connor's significantly smaller body and pushed him off quickly, in a moment of desperation it seemed to regain some of its former strength, enough so to throw Connor back inside the building and chased after him, back into the shadows.
The creature saw Connor jump to his feet in one swift motion, and come back to launch himself into the air smashing his clenched fist into the creature's skull, then while still in the air spinning and kick the creature, sending it sprawling back into the shadows. Connor knew that if he gave the creature time to recover in the shadows it would regain it's strength and speed, so he had to move straight back into he battle.
Frantically Connor's eyes shot around the room for a weapon, and not too far from where he hand landed, he saw his discarded sword, and he knew one good hit from that may kill the creature. He rushed across the room, grabbed the sword then ran back at the recovery creature with all his might jumping into the air and swinging his sword down as hard as he could, but the creature has been in the darkness for too long and it had regained great speeds allowing it to block Connor attack and throw him to the ground with great ease.
Once again Connor felt extreme pain shoot through his body as he hit the floor, though the pain subsided quickly, the creature was too strong for his liking and something had to be done about it. The reptilian creature's piercing eyes gazed upon Connor as it leered down ready for the kill, and just as Connor prepared to struggle, the silence was broken by crossbow fire.
And just when they were needed most, Mike's crew came flooding in the door ready for a full assault, as the creature turned it's attention away from Connor he sprung to his feet and clasped the stake lodged in the creature's neck, once having a hold of it, he yanked it sideways slicing the creature's neck open as it was surrounded by demon hunters.
The giant lizard demon thrashed its arms about knocking Connor's allies down into the ground, or hitting them into the walls, the creature had great speed and strength but it could not hold out forever. Connors noticed an opening in the creature's defense where he could make a perfect stab into the creature's neck, and with the right amount of strength, completely decapitate it. But Connor had no weapon. His eyes searched the floor for a weapon, but for some unexplained reason his eyes shot up, and he saw directly into Amber's eyes. Connor hadn't even noticed she was there up until then, but as soon as he looked at her he knew what she was thinking, and he put out his hand ready to catch the sword she had thrown to him.
Connor gripped his new weapon tightly and looked back at the creature, though it pained him to tear his eyes away from Amber's hypnotic, beautiful gaze. The creature's limited fighting skill had caused it to repeat itself and leave the same opening, and without a moment hesitation, Connor used his supernatural speed to shoot through the crowd and jab the knife right into he creature's neck.
The entire room was silent as Connor stood in the middle of the battle with his creature lodged firmly in the, seemingly, dead creature. After a moment or two the creature mad a tiny squirming move, and Connor shot his feet from the ground and sent his whole body into a spin, decapitating the creature and leaving a blast of blood all over the fighters.
Connor had noticed that Amber's eyes had been on him that entire time, and only now was the pain of the battle catching up to him as he began to feel weak in the knees, and before his body had shown any sign of breaking down, Amber rushed to his side, ready to catch him.
Chapter 6:
Warmth comforted Connor, even growing up in Quortoth, surrounded by flames Connor had always liked the warmth and the adrenaline of demon fighting. Now to wake up with the warm sun shining on his face was delightful. He half expected to be lying in his soft bed in the Hyperion, but those days felt so far away now.
Delirium swept over Connor momentarily as his eyes open to an unfamiliar ceiling, he had almost forgotten the events of yesterday but it all came back to him quickly. Connor lay sleepily and contemplated whether to get up or to continue his slumber, he felt rude about sleeping in and taking up space, Mike's space. Connor sat up and looked toward the other end of the room where he had seen Mike's sleeping bag atop a thin mattress, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Connor took the time to adjust his super hearing and listened around the building for the sound of people, and to his discomfort there were a few unfamiliar voices chatting near his room.
Though Connor had been invited to stay here he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable particularly with the way Nick and James had so blatantly rejected his presence. His only comfort was that Mike, and possibly Amber, wanted him there.
A new pair of footstep entered the building and voices soon followed, most were unrecognizable but Connor thought he could make out Mike amongst the talking. The footsteps sounded closer and it soon became clear to Connor that Mike was heading back to their room.
The door swung open and Mike looked down at an obviously tired Connor, he shot Connor a quick smile as he wrapped up with his comrades and shut the door behind him.
"Hey man," Mike said in his usual positive manner. "And lucky for you, you have some clothes to change into." Mike lifted Connor's bag high into the air, this confused Connor, as he hadn't told him where he'd been staying, so it was very odd for them to just find it.
"How'd you...?" Connor wasn't sure what to ask, it was still very perplexing that they would know where to find his stuff.
"Had a little help from Amber for that," Mike answered without explanation. "Now come on get dressed we got a job for you."
Connor didn't ask he just got up off the floor and headed to where Mike had placed his bag, and got out a black T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans to change into. He changed as Mike pulled weapons out of the chest in the corner of the room, a few sword and some stakes, it seemed he had some sort of attack planned.
"So you up for some fighting?" Mike asked as Connor pulled his T-shirt over his head.
"Sure."
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Bells rang out a familiar sound to Amber's ears, the sounds of the church residing by an all too recognizable house in the hills. Such a serene place, no one could ever imagine how Amber could hold it with such content.
The wind felt so real on her face, the scent of summer brought back many pleasant memories with the complementary pain that followed her so dreadfully. For the next few moments Amber felt the loneliness sift away as she was free from the hideous curse of her life and her gift.
Amber needed to escape and this place she had was hers alone and it was a perfect world where she was free to live, to love and to touch. Though given the choice to stay here she couldn't accept in fear of the pain that lingered in her comfort. It never ceased to amaze her how one event could influence your life so greatly, for years she had made attempts at solace, doing only more damage to herself and fixing nothing. Even in this world she hid in she was not free from her self-hatred and her pain.
And it was then that a knock came to her door and slowly began to pull her out of her own world. The knocks persisted slowly and she was losing her grip, she had to return to her body and to her life.
"Amber," the soft tone on Mike's voice entered her conscious and she knew she had to leave.
"What is it?" Amber asked short of breath and drained of her energy. It was so hard to leave once she had begun.
"Hey," Mike said entering her room. "I was just gonna take our boy Connor out to that new nest in town, and I was wondering if you wanted to come."
"I'm fine," Amber replied standing from her mediation position on the floor. She knelt down to blow out her candles and acted as if Mike had left.
Mike still watched her with curiosity, though he had known her for nearly a year he still knew very little about her, for the first month he had known her she hadn't even talked to him. She only met Connor yesterday and she had spoken, in fact shouted to him. It intrigued Mike, the way Connor had looked at her when she spoke, and the way she had seemed fascinated, whatever was between them it seemed like more than an attraction.
"Alright well..." Mike wasn't exactly sure what to say to Amber, if there was anything to say. "We'll be back later."
Amber pretending to be ignoring Mike and waited till he left the room, once she heard the door close she let out a gloomy sigh. She hated that she couldn't just vent her feelings to anyway, that she had to keep all her emotions bottled up. Though her gift had served her as an advantage sometimes she would give anything to be free.
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This area was instantly familiar to Connor, he had come here with Gunn over the summer, before he had even looked around the scent caught his attention and a wave of nostalgia had engulfed him. It was quite logical for there to be a vampire nest here as it was a demonic part of town where, amazingly, people were foolish enough to leave their houses at night.
Connor hadn't been able to figure out exactly where he and Mike were heading however, they had been riding deeper into the area, were the demonic activity was sure to get worse, and being on the back of Mike's motorcycle, when he drove like a madman wasn't too fun... except for someone like Connor who loved the danger.
Much to Connor's hidden disappointment the motorcycle came to a pause out the front of an abandoned warehouse, which looked all too inviting for vampires and demons of all varieties. The two demon hunters removed their helmets and Mike opened his bag to reveal a sword for each of them along with a few stakes and a crossbow.
"Shouldn't we have brought some back up?" Connor asked, he knew this part of town reasonably well, and vampires in this area seemed particularly feisty. He though Mike would have planned ahead for something so dangerous.
"Some of the guys are meeting us here soon, we're just doing a little recon," Mike said calmly while arming himself.
"Alright," Connor agreed while putting a small stake in the inner pocket of his brown suede jacket. "So what was up with Amber?" Connor asked trying not to show his interest.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked with a kind smirk crossing his lips.
"Nothing... uh, she just always seems so..." Connor struggled for the right words to describe her intriguing, silent depression.
"Sad?" Mike asked in a serious tone removing his smirk.
"Yeah," Connor replied matching Mike's tone. "Why's that."
"Well," Mike thought of everything he knew about Amber and he wasn't sure where to begin. "Well, she's telepathic, only to an unbelievable extent."
"What do you mean?" Connor had heard of telepathy but he still wasn't exactly sure what Mike meant.
"Well she can use her powers for a lot of good things, like finding your stuff this morning, but the unfortunate side-effect is that she can't touch any other human being without telepathically assaulting them."
"So she can't touch anyone?" Connor asked, noting the misfortune of Amber's gift.
"And she's been through a lot," Mike eyes sank to the floor. "She's had a lot to deal with."
Connor wanted to know more but he sensed it wasn't something Mike was comfortable to tell him. Though Connor wasn't an expert on the topic, from his fresh perspective it seemed that Mike tried to be a big brother to Amber, but he wasn't exactly easy to care for.
"So are we going to do this?" Connor asked making his best effort to change the subject.
Mike snapped into action mode and shot his stride toward the closest warehouse, where Connor presumed their destination was. Though they had agree to wait for back up both of them doubted that they actually would.
The building they approached looked very worn-down and uninviting, for some reason vampires didn't feel the need to set their nests up in upper class residential areas. Connor held a tight grip on his sword, not out of fear but rather anxiousness. It made it more exciting that it was only the two of them, going up against a, presumably, quite powerful nest of vampires.
"Alright we found the place," Mike said observing the building. "Now we just have to get inside."
Connor noticed their predicament, as there was no visible entrance to the building, besides heavily chained, and barricaded, entrance. There was no way they could get through their discretely, meaning Connor would have to think outside the box to get them inside. The building was fairly dull and plane, with the exception of some large, high up windows, which caught Connor's perceptive eye.
"We go through there," Connor said pointing for Mike to look up to the windows Connor had his mind set on.
"How the hell we gonna get up there?" Mike asked after an amazed shock.
"Do you have any rope?" Connor asked as he had a plan for getting them into the building. "Or anything else we could use?"
"Umm... let me check bro," Mike walked back to his bike where he had left his backpack; he himself was sometimes amazed by the contents.
Connor had always impressed Gunn and Fred greatly, wit his ability to jump such large distances and great heights, and this was an instance in which he was glad he had been born with such skills.
"Nope," Mike said as he loaded his backpack back onto his bike. "If we wait till..." Mike turned to see Connor had disappeared, so quickly he had just disappeared. "Connor!"
"Up here!"
Mike eyes shot up to the building's high up windows to see Connor head poking out with a mischievous smile.
"You look shocked," Connor said mildly showing off. "I'll see if I can break the door down from the inside."
"Alright but be careful."
The inside of the warehouse was incredibly stuffy and dark, Connor felt nauseous upon entering the dark room. Though a normal person may not have noticed it with the extent Connor did, it was obvious things had died in this building, as the odor of blood and decay was ever present.
The second floor was only around the edge of the building, with a huge opening in the middle to look down at the bottom floor, but it was fart too dark for Connor to make anything out. He moved towards the edge where the railing had all but decayed and most of the stairways down were badly damaged and unsteady.
As Connor contemplated his inevitable descent his senses flared at some sort of movement behind him, and before he could turn to counter his foe, something moving at immense speed, slammed into him hard and knocked him over the railing down onto the lower level, where he landed with a solid thump. As Connor's body slammed hard into he ground most of his consciousness abandoned him leaving his eyes blurry and his senses baffled.
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There was nothing worse, in Amber's opinion, than being stuck in a run down car with a bunch of gun, or crossbow, happy demon hunter's bragging like idiots about their best kills. She still wondered why she had convinced herself to go with them and get some fresh air.
The car moved through quiet back streets, as they continued toward their destination, where they would rendezvous with Connor and Mike. As they got closer something began to gnaw at the edge of Amber's mind, a faint note of danger. As the sense grew stronger Amber felt the need to give it some focus, though she had partially warn herself out earlier she felt, at this point, it was necessary for her to use her powers.
Amber shut her pulled her focus into place, she allowed her mind to stretch out across the bare streets, and sought them out to find the source the danger, and with it Connor and Mike. Her mind opened to the demonic energy she could feel emanating from, none other than, their destination.
Faster then their car could travel through the streets Amber's mind raced through Los Angeles straight to the sight of the danger she sensed. Though the picture was hazy her mind scanned the vision for the source, and her mind instantly shot to Connor's half-unconscious body crumpled on the floor, with some dark unseen creature stalking him.
Even with their vehicle moving at unsafe speeds there was no sure guarantee they could get to Connor in time, the only person close enough was Mike, but there was only one way to reach him, and it scared Amber, entering another person's conscious mind was a dangerous task for someone whose powers were as dangerous as hers. This, however, was a risk she had to take, though she couldn't explain it something deep in her was screaming at her to save Connor.
"Mike," she whispered across the astral plane, into his mind. She waited for a moment with no response, so she pushed her concentration to the next level and tried again. "Mike..."
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As Mike waited for Connor, his patience grew thin and gave way too worry, he had assumed Connor would have called for help, had he been attacked by anything, but since Connor had entered the building he had heard nothing.
"Mike."
Mike nearly jumped at the sound of his own name, his eyes darted about the surrounding area seeing nothing, but he had heard his name so clearly, it was odd that just as he had been worrying about Connor something came to make him worry about himself.
"Mike," Only now did Mike realize what was happening. "Mike, answer me." Amber had contacted him telepathically.
"This is so cool," Mike, responded out-loud. "We should do this more often."
"Connor's unconscious something's attacking him," Amber demanded; in particularly out of character tone. "You have to help him!"
"Amber, the entrance is barricaded. There's no way in."
"Just right of the door, the wall has been badly damaged on the inside," Amber said determined. "If you ride your back into he part f the wall you may be able to break through."
"Alright," Mike said running back toward his bike. "Damn she better be right."
After removing the heavy supply bag from the seat, Mike hopped onto his bike, and secured his helmet. He contemplated the plan for a moment then began to rev the engine preparing to break through the wall. Mike shot the bike off, away from the building and on to the street, hoping to gain some distance for some speed. One he thought he had moved far away enough he accelerated the bike to the highest of it's abilities, and headed for the wall head on, praying that Amber was right.
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The hard floor only added to Connor's painful discomfort, as he struggled to regain full consciousness. His back ached from the fall and his head felt unbalanced, his eyes showing him a hazy, unclear vision. Only just having full feeling return to his body, Connor felt in no position to even stand, but he knew there was something watching him, and odds were he would have to fight.
All of Connor's senses shot dramatically into action, upon hearing a loud crash coming through the building's wall, and after the rubble scattered a familiar motorcycle appeared in the clearing.
The opening in the wall had allowed a decent amount of sunlight to enter the room and shine onto Connor. Though the origin of the creature had not been determined it seemed to shy away from the sunlight with a quiet hissing noise.
"Could use some help here," Connor muttered painfully, generally a fall, even to that extent wouldn't have hurt Connor too much, however the impact in which the creature had hit him with had hurt him more than he had thought.
Mike came rushing over while taking his helmet off to better access Connor's physical condition.
"Damn bro," Mike exclaimed in shock. "What the hell happened?"
"There's something in here..." Connor paused as his super hearing detected something moving toward them. "Do you have a weapon?"
Mike understood what Connor was saying; he quickly pulled the large knife from his belt and observed their surroundings, looking for their attacker. And, suddenly, just like with Connor Mike was hit by the fast moving creature, knocking him flat on the ground.
And finally Connor saw the giant reptilian demon standing in the sunlight and looking quite discomforted, when it had attacked Connor it had instantly disappeared back into the shadows but for some reason, now, the creature wasn't moving at it's regular intense speed.
An ugly head reared at Connor and a thin tongue slipped out the creature's alligator-like mouth. Connor noticed the creature was not preparing to attack him but struggling in pain. Connor took a careful look at the situation and realized the creature had some sort of negative reaction to the sunlight, and if he were going to kill it, now would be his only chance.
Connor had lost his sword when the creature had knocked him through the railing so the only weapon he had was the small stake in his belt. Connor grabbed the stake and used all his remaining strength to throw it into the giant reptile's neck. It let out a fierce shriek as Connor finally got to his feet and launched his body at the creature knocking it further into he intense sunlight.
The creature struggled under Connor's significantly smaller body and pushed him off quickly, in a moment of desperation it seemed to regain some of its former strength, enough so to throw Connor back inside the building and chased after him, back into the shadows.
The creature saw Connor jump to his feet in one swift motion, and come back to launch himself into the air smashing his clenched fist into the creature's skull, then while still in the air spinning and kick the creature, sending it sprawling back into the shadows. Connor knew that if he gave the creature time to recover in the shadows it would regain it's strength and speed, so he had to move straight back into he battle.
Frantically Connor's eyes shot around the room for a weapon, and not too far from where he hand landed, he saw his discarded sword, and he knew one good hit from that may kill the creature. He rushed across the room, grabbed the sword then ran back at the recovery creature with all his might jumping into the air and swinging his sword down as hard as he could, but the creature has been in the darkness for too long and it had regained great speeds allowing it to block Connor attack and throw him to the ground with great ease.
Once again Connor felt extreme pain shoot through his body as he hit the floor, though the pain subsided quickly, the creature was too strong for his liking and something had to be done about it. The reptilian creature's piercing eyes gazed upon Connor as it leered down ready for the kill, and just as Connor prepared to struggle, the silence was broken by crossbow fire.
And just when they were needed most, Mike's crew came flooding in the door ready for a full assault, as the creature turned it's attention away from Connor he sprung to his feet and clasped the stake lodged in the creature's neck, once having a hold of it, he yanked it sideways slicing the creature's neck open as it was surrounded by demon hunters.
The giant lizard demon thrashed its arms about knocking Connor's allies down into the ground, or hitting them into the walls, the creature had great speed and strength but it could not hold out forever. Connors noticed an opening in the creature's defense where he could make a perfect stab into the creature's neck, and with the right amount of strength, completely decapitate it. But Connor had no weapon. His eyes searched the floor for a weapon, but for some unexplained reason his eyes shot up, and he saw directly into Amber's eyes. Connor hadn't even noticed she was there up until then, but as soon as he looked at her he knew what she was thinking, and he put out his hand ready to catch the sword she had thrown to him.
Connor gripped his new weapon tightly and looked back at the creature, though it pained him to tear his eyes away from Amber's hypnotic, beautiful gaze. The creature's limited fighting skill had caused it to repeat itself and leave the same opening, and without a moment hesitation, Connor used his supernatural speed to shoot through the crowd and jab the knife right into he creature's neck.
The entire room was silent as Connor stood in the middle of the battle with his creature lodged firmly in the, seemingly, dead creature. After a moment or two the creature mad a tiny squirming move, and Connor shot his feet from the ground and sent his whole body into a spin, decapitating the creature and leaving a blast of blood all over the fighters.
Connor had noticed that Amber's eyes had been on him that entire time, and only now was the pain of the battle catching up to him as he began to feel weak in the knees, and before his body had shown any sign of breaking down, Amber rushed to his side, ready to catch him.