Six hours went by trying to prevent Cyborg and Beast Boy from getting killed. They agreed to wait till Jinx, Terra and Raven were rescued, and they got first dibs on the pain giving to Slade and Brother Blood even though Cy and B.B. didn't stand a chance.
"Do they even know who the heck those two are?" said Daria.
Jake rubbed the back of his head.
"What are you talking about?" asked Nightwing.
Staring at the Titans, "The two of them are the worst human's monsters that hunters have ever faced," said Jake.
Eyebrows raised or jaws dropped by those that didn't know. Comparing info by Jake, Otomo, Daria, and bits from Etana, the Titans learned everything known. Blood had help the devil of seven different realities come to power in the real world. Each time, he use abused children that were meant to grow into the following generation of heroes. Whenever someone stood in his way, he enjoyed giving slow painful deaths, worth of torture from the depths of hell itself. If one of his own turned against him, they would experience much worse. They would become the other children's screaming plaything until normally bleed to death.
"Then what the heck are we waiting for, we got to save her!" heading for the exit leave.
"And how is your corpse going to save her?" remarked Jake stopping Cyborg who looked over his shoulder, "Even if you get through those clone bots of you and those Slade bots, you're going to have an army of demons you can't even touch. And if by some miracle you got through them, you get the face Blood and Slade and a high ranking daemon."
"We can't just leave her there to die," he said quietly barely holding everything in check.
"She won't be left there as some sick toy, same goes for Terra," replied Jake looking at Beast Boy, "But we need to get in and get them out before we go for the kill, that way they won't get caught in the crossfire."
"Speaking of Terra," said Beast Boy, "What is Slade going to do to her?"
Opening his mouth then Jake felt it. Demons. Surrounding them. Thirty class. Group of demons, and lot of them. The other hunters feel it to leaving the Titans to guess.
Staring at the hunters, "Did anyone kill a demon down here?" asked Jake.
Otomo, Etana, and Daria shook their head, however Hazara remain still.
"Hazara!" bringing everyone's attention to her.
Placing her hand on his shoulder, "I killed an invisible demon when I first came down here, brought it down here and I hide the body."
"You did, what? Damn it!" retrieving an already full duffel bag, "Everyone get out of here, meet up at pier nineteen in two days at sun down."
from the back wall, a banging. Less then a minute and they are going to break through.
"Hazara," looking at her, "you make sure they get out as a group then come back for me."
"I can move faster," said Otomo.
"She also is the reason they're down here. If she hadn't brought down a dead demon into a sewer where the scent of its blood could be contained, we wouldn't be in this mess," grabbing the M60 off the bipod and slinging it over his shoulder, "She gets to make up for that by helping me get out of this mess."
Loading a hundred rounds into the M60, Jake saws the anger in everyone's eyes. They wanted to fight. Realizing Jake was buying time for them to get out, all the Titans and hunters with Cyborg carrying Etana exited the room
A hundred rounds, then a straight fistfight till Hazara showed up. Simple plan. Couldn't help, but be grinning on the inside. This was be fun.
Getting into a good position when the demons broke through. Stopping the demons snarled at Jake.
Grinning right back at them. "Time to Rumble," pulling the trigger and filling that hole with lead.
Within the confines of this position, the M60 was deafening. The muzzle flash was blinding from reflecting off the smoke. Short bursts to put the most lead into those undead minions. The lead ripped through them and they kept coming.
Holding them back for about five, maybe ten minutes, Jake run out of ammo. His pistols were holstered next to the door. He couldn't backup without letting demons through. Time to get up close and personal.
Reaching behind his back, his fingers unsnapped the strap to the gun. Gripping the guun, he pulled then twirled it around. Gripping the barrel of the weapon, he waited for them get to close. Swinging it like he was in South Central pistol whipping disrespecting gangsters. The weight awkward. After the second swing, the weapon went flying from his hand.
Balling up his fists, he rushed forward into the group of demons. Managing to keep one step ahead of their fists or one swing of their swords.
Fifteen minutes staying ahead was tiring. He needed more time. Breaking every bone. His shirt being torn to pieces. Receiving a number of cuts. The beast inside of him was calling for its release. He couldn't risk it.
Kneeing a demon in its stomach then snapping its neck, he turned to the next demon. A dart threw right into its neck. Screaming in pain, it fell to the ground. Jake didn't see who threw it. Using the daggers from her sash, Hazara has rushed into the fight.
"Hazara," giving a right cross to a demon's face, "buy me some time."
With slight nod, she slit a demons throat.
Turning, his elbow slammed into a demon that was behind me in the stomach and rushed towards his weapons. Only them needed to get out of not this endless tide of these demons, and they were getting tougher.
Grabbing the duffel bag then the spare shotgun, he strapped his gun belt followed by the bag finally the shotgun. Gripping a pair of pre-loaded Mac 10 machine pistols, he positioned himself by a spot next to the door to cover their escape.
"Hazara!" bringing his guns to cover her, "Fall back! Now!"
She didn't comply. She almost has no control, lost in her rage.
"Hazara, get your ass out of there. NOW!"
Finally listening to Jake, she crouched down then broke into a run. She headed towards Jake as he pulled the triggers of the Mac 10's. Too many demons in the room made Jake's aiming difficult yet he still didn't miss. He kept shooting the group closest to Hazara until she was the other side of the door. Click, click empty clips. Dropping the guns, he run out the door like a madman, pulling it closed behind him.
Scanning the area, his eyes rested on a piece of rebar against the wall.
"Grab that and hand it to me," he said.
Giving him a look, she still did what was asked of her. Handing him the Rebar allowed Jake to see her wrist under her shackles. Sliding the metal into the handle, barring the door for about a minute which was all him needed.
Running ten feet down the tunnel, Jake planted two small blocks of C4 he altered from his bag.
Tossing one to Hazara, "Stick it to that wall and press the button."
She does placing it the opposite wall. Motioning her to follow as the door gets shredded open. Watching the charging demons, Jake turned while grabbing Hazara's arm. Reaching the closest junction, he pinned her against the wall. Pulling out the remote, he grinned while quickly counting.
"Time to say goodnight," pushing the firing button.
BOOOM caused the tunnel shook from the force of the explosion. Heat rushed along the tunnel while scorching Jake's skin. Holding in his grunt of pain, he looked down into the pure rage eyes of the female hunter. Forming a lopsided grin as a piece of the ceiling came down on top of his shoulder causing a painful pop and head butting Hazara. Even though his face hurt more then his shoulder, protecting Hazara was more important then his welling being, his golden rule.
The tunnel stopped shaking. Stepping back, he rotated his shoulder producing a spasm of pain shooting through him. Ignoring the pain, he pulled out a handgun with his free arm aimed at the collapsed tunnel section. Nothing moved. One could guess how much rock and asphalt came crashing down. Then again who cared it delayed anything coming after them.
Smiling, "Now we're safe."
Hazara stared at him while rubbing her face near her bridle. She pointed to his hanging arm.
"Dislocated, I think," looking at her blood soaked hands, "how are you doing?"
Shrugging, she rubbed her face.
"Heh, sorry about slamming heads."
Approaching her, he noticed a crack formed on the bridle.
"Why do you wear this thing anyway?" he asked feeling the crack with his index finger.
Grabbing his arm didn't prevent the bridle from breaking into two pieces and falling off her face. Taking a fast breath in, she let out a small breath in shock. It was enough for scent of the death to enter Jake's lungs. They closed up as he began coughing as the bile began to rise. A cold sweat registered through his body as his blood boiled. Never feeling pain like this before. Well short of being in the middle of an atom bomb detonation. He dropped to the ground with constantly coughing and spitting up blood, he blacked out.
Five men dressed in black dusters and wearing fedoras entered J and K's Dry Cleaners. Looking up for his Home and Gardens, the clerk watched them open the door marked W.C. Entering, they followed a long hallway pasted several doors actually they lost count after five hundred. At the end of the hallway was an elevator the only button beside the doorway, it slid open. They entered and the door the button marked with an arrow pointing up was seen which they pushed.
"Too Legit, Too Quit," filtered from the elevator speakers as they went up and check their weapons. Ding was followed by the door opening to reveal a orange hair woman sitting at a desk typing on a keyboard. They walked towards her.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"We're here to see Miss Price," said the one holding a triple barrel pump action shot gun.
"Nature of business?"
"It's council business," remarked the one playing with a dagger.
Pushing the green button to speaker phone, "Miss Price, there's five men who want to discuss council business," releasing the button.
"Let them in Miss Bramn."
"Through there," she said pointing to the red cushion covered door.
Entering their eyes stared at a chair with its back to them. Closing the door behind them, the chair occupant was a female with shoulder length white hair wearing a blue pant suit holding a cigarette between the fingers of her right hand. Her pink eyes stared through the lenses of her thin rimmed glasses.
"Miss Price, you're under arrest."
"Really Micheal, which council member issued that order?"
"Will you surrender?"
Flickering ash from her cigarette, "Good question," grasping the top of her cane.
Getting up she rested her weight on the cane then stared at the five. Leaping onto her desk, she went flying towards the five while pulling the cane sword from its shaft.
Miss Bramn continued typing away as the sounds of gun fire while with "Watch out for crossfire!", "She moves fast!" and one point in this melee of sound, a chain saw went off then it stopped. The door opened and out stepped Miss Price with her cane.
Lighting her cigarette, "Miss Bramn?"
Without looking, "Yes, Miss Price?"
"Get my car ready. Going to change some thinking."
