Hostile 12!
WOO.
Here we are!
ShyMusic: No harm at all. :3
Mia-Teresa-Davenport: *flips her off* "Bye."
So let's go! Sandra?
"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."
"...I'm a terrifying danger...I'm the bullet in a loaded gun..."
Seether, "Nobody Praying for Me"
Chase
Okay, so maybe attacking the bases wasn't the best idea I ever had.
Don't get me wrong: On paper, it's sound. In action, though...
Long story short, I was going to be grounded until I died once this was over.
I had specifically told them only to go in and destroy the supply caches. No one was listening, though. A djinni had decided to set the place on fire - without my permission - which I guess would be okay if it stayed small.
It didn't.
Three fire engines - crew and all - converged on the inferno, spraying water like madmen to stop it from spreading across the damn neighborhood.
And, judging by two massive smoke plumes rising across town, it wasn't only my group that wanted to destroy any and everything.
The downside to this - other than the rampant property damage - was that three burning bases would tip the Hunters off. I had a feeling that they would be gathering at remaining bases to defend them.
Our surprise edge was gone. Damn impulsive djinni.
I sighed, clapping my raven beak closed angrily. "Let's move! There are more bases, and I can almost promise that they're mobilizing now!"
"Can we burn those down?" squawked an imp.
I thought about it before sighing. Go big or go home, right? "Fine, but don't make it as big as this one."
Loud whooping sounded as the demons flapped off to the next house, chirping happily. I rolled my eyes, following less enthusiastically. I supposed that I could always take some precious jewelry or money from the bases before they fried. Those were people's homes, after all.
Sure enough, the Hunters were already waiting for us. They were hiding in the building, shooting at us from the windows with their silenced guns. I knew that because I couldn't hear the guns, but I could sure as hell hear the bullets whistling by.
For the record, who thought it was a good idea to shoot in the city? What if they missed and hit a kid?
A loud squawk sounded beside me as an imp dropped to the ground like a stone, a ribbon of blood following him down. The rest of us spread out to reduce the chances of being hit as the djinni swooped down, banking towards the house.
She managed to get several places on the house burning before she was killed.
Brave kamikaze bitch.
"Back up," I ordered. Imps flew higher and swarmed around me as the fire started spreading rapidly, forcing the Hunters out of the house in a matter of minutes. I growled a bit when I saw Kevin, but we had bigger things going on. "To the next house!"
We didn't make it far before two more imps dropped dead in the sky. And, to be honest, there were likely more waiting for us at the next base. If they continued to kill us off at the same rate, we wouldn't make it very far at all.
Damn it.
"We aren't going to win this today," I cawed loudly. "Go home! Get your friends, your enemies, everyone! Bring every demon you can to the house tomorrow at nightfall! We need an army and a better plan to beat these guys!"
The imps gratefully scattered away from the area, fleeing the onslaught of silver bullets. I myself wheeled back towards home, flying rapidly away from the Hunters and the spreading flames.
Coward! Go back and tear their faces off!
That. Plan. Sucked.
In hindsight, I didn't know how I ever thought that we'd succeed. Those guys were organized like an army. A random group of demons that were barely cooperating with one another stood no chance.
We needed a plan. We needed more demons.
We needed someone who knew how to fight a war.
It was as this thought crossed my mind that I was hit. Some kind of rope with weighted ends wrapped itself around me, binding my wings tightly and carrying me straight down towards the ground.
"...I'm the water that will drown you...I'm a lizard with a poison tongue..."
Seether, "Nobody Praying for Me"
Kevin
Chase looked terrified.
At least, he did on the third and fourth planes. On the first two, he was just a raven bound up in a medieval kind of weapon. He was incredibly lucky that he had landed on top of a hotel when Sandra threw the rope, bringing him down.
He was incredibly unlucky that Sandra knew exactly how to get to the roof of a hotel.
"I remember this one," Sandy hissed, pointing her gun straight at Chase. "Douglas' little pet. Where's your master now, huh?"
Kevin suppressed a wince at Douglas' name. He had no doubt that Dougie was either already there or very close. He had been watching the meeting from down the street. He would definitely follow them while they were tracking to see their techniques.
Chase clapped his beak loudly, an act of defiance that was a bit surprising. He should have been paralyzed with fear. Maybe too much adrenaline cancelled the effects?
Sandy rolled her eyes and passed her gun to Kevin. "Of course. Want to do the honors, Kev?"
Kevin took the weapon, his hands shaking. If he killed Chase, he would probably get a few pills for it.
And he needed pills.
But...if he shot Chase, Douglas would never talk to him again.
If he didn't kill Kevin outright.
And he needed Douglas, too.
Which was more important?
His desperate withdrawal was pulling him more towards shooting Chase. He just needed one pill, after all.
Just one.
Just one little pill.
Dougie would understand, right?
Maybe?
No. He wouldn't.
Sandra frowned. "Hurry up."
Chase shivered, visibly afraid.
If everyone would just shut up and let him think for a moment...
"Shoot the damn thing already!"
Chase whimpered.
Chase?
Or Sandra?
Douglas?
Or Speed?
"Kevin!" Sandra snapped.
Startled, Kevin jumped. At Sandra's angry face and Chase's fearful one, Kevin knew he'd made the decision already. Swallowing hard, he aimed the gun and fired, squeezing his eyes shut. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he whispered, "I'm so sorry."
Love?
Or Drugs?
We'll see.
Until then, feel free to review. Or don't. Meh.
And enjoy.
*Bows and exits*