Groaning, Dervish buried his face into his hands. If he hadn't met Shark, then he wouldn't be in this situation at the moment. The whole 'can you live with the guilt' thing was right on the mark. He couldn't turn the blind eye. He was too caring, not that anyone would believe it from the whole punk attire he hid himself beneath, and the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude he so willingly bore.

No. Walking home from Shark's apartment he'd felt something. That strange feeling he'd felt when that last Demon had been around, and without another thought he'd followed it.

Perhaps he should have told Shark. It would have been smart considering he was now hiding in a bathroom stall, standing on the toilet and listening as the creature sniffed the air. He should have considered the thought they could sniff him out, what with his encounter with Shark spurring from the fact he'd 'felt' different, but no, it didn't come to mind.

The door of the stall was torn from it's hinges and Dervish flashed the creature a sheepish look.

"Uh-…Hi?" He spoke with a weak grin, wishing he could have covered his ears as it let out a blood curdling scream, lunging at him, it's teeth burying into his side.

"Fuck!" He swore, feeling the warmth of blood down his side.

This was it. He was done for. Dammit. Why'd he have to listen to Shark. For all he knew, Shark was a rapist. Something he didn't fully doubt considering their first encounter. That aside, he should have been thinking about the fight, but his mind wouldn't grasp it until he realized his side had gone numb and he didn't feel a thing.

Adrenalin.

It didn't mean he was dying. It just meant the fight had gotten him that hyped up that he couldn't begin to feel the pain in his side, and without thinking, he brought his fingernails into the creature, surprised as the creature screamed as if it had been burned, yelping and jerking back, hunching it's shoulders.

Inspecting his hands, the Demonic blood smeared amongst the fingertips, Dervish stepped down from the toilet and lurched at the other creature, bringing his fingernails into it once again, this time they went deeper, he was finger deep in the creatures flesh and deeper and deeper until he'd torn through it completely.

It happened in a matter of seconds, but the next thing he knew it was dead at his feed, his body covered in blood, and wordlessly, he heaved it on his shoulders, moving back to the closing gap in the area, thrusting it through, watching it disappear and staring wordlessly into the void.

What was on the other side?

Curiosity got the best of him and he stepped closer, bringing his hand to the shimmering surface, startled as he was jerked back as it closed.

"Idiot-If that had have closed on your bloody had you'd have a few less fingers," A gruff voice snapped, and Dervish realized within a second who it was, bringing himself ungratefully away from the other.

"Well-I'm not an idiot!" He retorted irritably, crossing his arms, Shark grinning at the male, "Nice on though-I saw the last of that, seemed like you're a natural," He grinned, Dervish flushing and looking away, "Shut up," He mumbled under his breath, wondering why his side was warm, why his chest was heaving, and why the ground was getting closer until his body hit it, his hearing slowly fading as Shark started speaking to him urgently.

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He was floating. Floating and floating. Away and away.

What was going on? Was he dead? That had to be it. He was dead and he was floating. Dervish assumed you were meant to see your life when you died. Apparently not. Death was like a filthy apartment room. Very filthy. God. Did no one clean? There were enough dead people. And Shark-What was Shark doing dead.

With a pang of pain he realized he wasn't dead. He wasn't floating. He was in Shark's apartment, on the other male's bed amongst the mess, and heat was returning to his side as the skin seemed to knit itself together before his eyes, disbelief swimming within them.

"You took one hell of a beating," Shark scoffed, "You're going to need more training," He murmured thoughtfully, Dervish quirking a brow in curiosity, "Training for what?" He asked in a groggy voice.

"Well-You're my new partner, aren't you?" The other grinned widely.

"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Dervish murmured beneath his breath, he doubted this would be the last time he woke up in a strange place. Not if being partners with Shark was anything like the past few days.