Laying there, Jake wondered how someone's breath could hit harder then a barrage of artillery shells. Relaxing as his body built up an immunity to whatever poisoned his body. How he was unconscious? Who knew? Whatever the poison was, it meant for a quick kill , but highly painful. Lucky to be alive which would lying if wasn't for his healing factor that was spliced into his DNA.
When he first joined the hunter organization, there had been a call for volunteers. He picked the healing factor along with another enhancement. That combination unleashed his inner demon. He did everything including mental commands to shut off the two enhancements. He had to turn back on the healing factor to live which too much to fight for now. He had to finish his fight leaving this world.
Rolling onto his back, he opened his eyes to blurriness. Blinking a few times, they cleared up. Rubbing his face to clear the cobwebs out of his head, he looked for Hazara. She was gone.
Leaning his head back on the ground, "Damn it, woman," he groaned, "The lest you could do was warn me about that breath."
Hearing voices from past the destroyed tunnel. More then likely police and rescue personal. He didn't know how long he was out. He needed to move out of there now. They could've almost broken through the tunnel, or send a team around to check this side of the tunnel.
Standing up, he took a moment to gather his senses. Noticing the broken pieces of Hazara's bridle, she must've not had a spare. With her breath was poisonous, she likely found a place to sit and hide for the rest of her life. Picking the pieces up, they were still useable. Searching the ground, he saw a trail of blood.
bleeding from her wrists gave him a trail to her. Not wanting followers, he ripped off the remaining of his shirt wiping the blood up as he went so the cops couldn't follow. If she was hurt, that was the worst thing they needed.
Following her blood trail to a door maintenance room, he found the door locked.
"This has to be the one she's in," he thought, "Hope she's was alive."
Pulling out a special made silencer from his duffel bag and screwing it onto his pistol barrel, he aimed. Three shots placed into the door handle following up with a swift kick.
CRACK went the door flying open.
Stench of death hung in the air. Since the poison no longer affected him, he stepped into the room. Detecting breathing, he followed it in a dark corner near the back.
"Hazara, you ok?"
No reply. He continued forward.
"Leave me in peace," from a weak voice, "I am doomed to this room. And you should be dead."
"Funny, I figure you would have seen it as payback for Beast Boy."
Finding her sitting with her back against the wall, anyone else would be crying right about now, Hazara saw herself stronger then that. Moving next to her, Jake saw that she was nervous.
"And no, I didn't really die just passed out from that morning breath of yours."
She had confused look.
"But how…"
"Come I'm not affected by the poison," he finished, "Ever hear of the enhancement program the organization had a number of years ago."
Thinking on it for minute, then shook her head no.
Sighing, time for some explaining.
"The organization had an enhancement program a few years ago to try and make the hunters work and fight on a higher scale. I got a healing factor out of it."
"So, after ten minutes, your immune to poisons."
Nodding, he was rubbing the groves between his knuckles.
Noticing the rubbing, "Do your hands hurt from the fight?"
"Been a long time since I've used my fists in a fight," looking at her from the corner of his eye then stared at her wrists, "How are you doing? Is that bleeding getting any worse?"
Inspecting her shackled hands, "As long as I don't do much, I'll be fine."
"And?"
She looks at me, "And if there is going to be a fight, I'm going to kill even if it means my death."
He understood every hunter has a vengeance against demons. Slipping the straps of both the duffel bag and the shotgun off, he placed them next to her on the ground. Pulling out a flashlight, he turned it on lighting the room up. Looking over at Hazara, he blinked.
"You sure, you're ok?"
"I'm fine."
"No you're not. You've lost too much blood. C'mon, lets get these things off of you and I'll bandage your wrists," moving his hands towards the shackle on her left wrist.
Pulling away, she tried to move away only collapsing halfway as she tried to stand. Jake caught her before she hit the floor.
"LET GO OF ME YOU BASTARD! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP OR YOUR PITY!"
He saw her rage filled eyes. Pinning her on her back against the ground, she weakly struggled against his hold.
"And stop acting like a hard ass bitch, you ain't fooling me."
Looking at him, she wanted to strike him.
"So some demon wanted to make you his and you said no. It cursed you and you want revenge, and until then, you're going to kill everything in your way."
Her expression changed from the rage to shock, then confusion, and back to rage.
Opening her mouth only for Jake to cut her off.
"And don't say I don't know shit, cause half of the damn hunters like you and me want revenge to, the other half have filled the desire, but they still enjoying protecting innocents and killing freely to quit," still seeing the hate in her eyes, "You can hate me for as much as you want, but you need to put trust into others and you need to accept help when it is offered, or you may never fully that desire for that one kill that matters the most to you," letting her go, "now," standing up, "Are you going to keep up the act and bleed to death, or are you going to let me help you, cause I can leave you to die alone, hell, I could have already left you for dead."
No reply. Waited a minute or two. Still no response.
Shaking his head, he retrieved to his duffel bag and shotgun. Placing the bag strap on his shoulder, he gripped the shotgun tight. Looking over at her, she had rolled over onto her side. Shaking his head, he headed towards the door.
His ears caught something like, "She promised to have this curse removed."
Turning his head, he stared at her. Again he heard her voice.
"Help me, so that I may kill once again, even if it is only once."
Dropping his gear, he walked towards her. The first fix her bridle and get it on her in case he needed to move her. Using one of her daggers, he scratched a transmutation circle into the ground. Placing the broken pieces into the center, a second later, her bridle is repaired and back on her face. The air cleared of the poison. It seemed she passed out.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck."
From outside of the room, I hear, "OH…GOD…SOMEONE…HELP ME!"
"Damn, one more problem I need."
Grabbing the shotgun, he rushed towards the door to save the screamer hoping they can help him save Hazara's life. Outside of the door, he saw a tall female with long wavy hair that has a couple of braids with red dyed tips. Wearing an off the shoulder red top with a couple rips in it, more like a design aspect then the fact she wore it in a fight, along with. black pants with red lacing on the sides at the, she run from four scouter demons. Seeing them, he realized they must be weak if he didn't sense them.
Seeing the fool staring at the ceiling and shaking his head, she run towards him. Her eyes widen opening her mouth to scream as he aimed the shotgun, .
"DROP!" which she did without a moment's hesitation
A demon tried jumping her from behind. BOOM sent the demon backwards landing on the ground dead. Seeing bigger threat, the other three rushed him. They didn't reach him as three more shotgun rounds reached them instead. He had no time to play with these punks.
Returning to the room, he threw the shotgun on the ground. Dropping next to Harzara, he felt her pulse which was barely there.
Hearing a gasp behind him drew his attention to the girl he just saved. Seeing her face in decent light, she had hazel eyes with flecks of gold, and was pale with a lot of eye make-up.
"Is she alive?"
"Barely," he replied, "but not for long if I don't find a way to wrap her wrists."
Inspecting one of Hazara's shackles where was that damn release. The girl moved down next to them checking Hazara's pulse. Pushing Jake away, she grabbed Hazara's wrists. Time seemed to slow down around them.
Jake watched a slow, steady light appears around her. Twenty minutes passed then the process was done.
Checking Hazara's pulse which was strong and steady, Jake stared at the newcomer who looked like she went ten rounds with Muhammad Ali himself.
Seeing confusion in Jake's face made her smile.
"I'm a healer for the organization, came to find you after Burns was killed," motioning to Hazara, "she'll be fine after a nights rest, and I think I'll join her," falling asleep rather quickly.
Shaking his head, things are starting to turn around for the good guys.
