Hostile 13!
Woot!
Who died?!
Shymusic: Kevin's a big ol' sweetheart...when he's not too anxious. Which he can be. A lot. And when he's sober. The thing about it is that addiction becomes all-consuming. The only thought the addict has revolves around getting another hit, or they'll feel physically bad.
Withdrawal isn't pretty.
Mia-Teresa-Davenport: "Zara's laughing after reading all that...Should I be worried?"
So let's go! Kevin?
"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."
"...I feel the dream in me expire and there's no one left to blame it on. I hear you label me a liar 'cause I can't seem to get this through. You say it's over. I can sigh again, yeah. Why try to stay sober when I'm dying here?..."
Seether, "Fine Again"
Kevin
Silence.
He had killed someone, and there was nothing but silence.
No outrage.
No screaming.
No retaliation.
Silence.
Nothing but dead, horrible silence.
Sure, he had stabbed somebody before. One couldn't call the police when drug deals went wrong. He'd had to defend himself.
But killing somebody...
He'd never killed somebody.
Why was it so silent?
A sharp pain erupted across Kevin's cheek as his head shot sideways. "Kevin!"
The silence was broken. Ragged, wheezing, gurgling breaths filled the air as Kevin finally noticed that Douglas was standing in front of him, his hands on his shoulders. "Keep it together, Kev," he directed firmly.
Kevin couldn't make himself do anything for several seconds. He just stared at Douglas, not wanting to look at what he did. When Douglas took the gun and laid it on the roof, Kevin choked out a sob and lurched forward, hugging Douglas tightly while shaking worse than he ever had. "I killed her!"
"Not quite," Chase corrected as Douglas rubbed Kevin's back. "But I wouldn't give her much longer."
The wheezing breaths took on a different rhythm, as if Sandra were trying to speak. Kevin glanced at her and flinched, understanding why she wasn't getting any words out.
How someone could survive a hole that large in their chest for any length of time was horrifying to imagine.
"We need to call the hospital or someone," Kevin started.
"Wouldn't do any good," Douglas responded quietly. "She'll be dead before they get here."
Kevin glanced at Sandra again. "But-"
"Don't look at her," Douglas interrupted. "It'll just make it worse."
Kevin nodded and buried his face in Douglas' shoulder, noting dully that a cat - more accurately, Chase, somehow having wiggled his way free from the rope - curled up against his shoes.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours - mere seconds, in reality - listening to Sandra's strained breathing.
A raspy inhale, then a gurgling exhale.
Rasp, then gurgle.
Rasp, then gurgle.
Rasp, then gurgle.
Then nothing.
Silence. Again.
Kevin bit back a round of uncontrollable sobs. He could lose his shit later. Right now, he had to maintain his composure.
Mainly because he didn't want to be crying in his mug shot.
"How do we get her body out of here without getting caught?"
Douglas' question caught Kevin off guard. "We're not going to call the police?"
"Hell no," Douglas answered. "I'm not going back to prison!"
Chase flicked his ears. "But you didn't shoot anybody."
"I have several bench warrants for this county alone," Douglas answered. "If I flee, you couldn't plea self-defense. And they don't trust him after they look up that he got a ticket for assault," Douglas added, nodding towards Chase.
Kevin pulled back to look at Douglas. "It wasn't self-"
"And I'd be arrested on sight if I stayed," Douglas continued, ignoring Kevin.
"How the hell do you end up with several bench warrants?" Chase asked, tilting his head.
Douglas shrugged. "I like to race school buses. And I hate paying speeding tickets. So, I don't."
Kevin scowled. "Dougie-"
"I told you that last night," Douglas defended. "Besides, that's not important right now. Right now, we have a body to hide." He started pacing. "How do we get her off the roof without anybody noticing?"
Kevin glanced at Sandra again, feeling bile rise in his throat. "Why do we even have to move her?
"Because Hunters know you were together." Douglas pointed at Sandra. "That's clearly a bullet wound, and demons don't shoot. You'd be suspect number one."
"So?" Chase meowed. "Let them take him away. Who cares?"
Kevin winced.
"I care," Douglas growled, narrowing his eyes at Chase.
Chase quickly started licking his shoulder to avoid looking at either Douglas or Kevin.
Although he wanted to, Kevin couldn't bring himself to smile. Not with Sandra's blood cooling only a few feet away from him.
After a moment, Chase spoke again. "I have an idea."
Douglas glanced at him. "What?"
Without speaking, Chase went from a cat to an oily cloud to his normal self, his ears flicking. He limped - rather more severely than usual - to the edge of the roof and whistled. "Xaranthi!"
At first, it appeared to be nothing more than an obscure person stopped on a roof a few blocks away. When it turned and started leaping towards them along roofs like some kind of flying deer, Kevin's eyes widened.
That thing would be huge when it reached them.
The afrit landed on the roof a moment later, growling. "What now, whelp? I'm busy."
Chase seemed to droop and cower a bit, but he didn't back down. "We're going to ignore the bases for now. The rest are probably fortified by now. Hell, the second one I was at had a battle squad waiting for us."
"Actually, you just walked in on a meeting," Kevin corrected. "Any other target wouldn't have been heavily guarded for several more minutes."
Chase gave a frustrated sigh. "Either way, they're fortified now. So we're regrouping this evening with as many friends as you can bring."
"All of my friends are home," Xaranthi remarked, referring to the separate dimension that the demons resided in. And it made sense. Afrits were rarely summoned en masse. "And I don't talk to whelpling imps and scrawny djinns."
"Make an exception!" Douglas snapped. "These people are very good at killing every demon they come across, so we need numbers! Scare them to come, swallow them and spit them out at the house, whatever!"
Xaranthi growled, her multiple eyes narrowing at Douglas. Kevin subconsciously rested his hand on the silver knife he carried in case Xaranthi felt like reminding Douglas that he had no control over her.
Douglas, however, stood firm. "Drag an imp in by the tail and make it be your scout. Force them to be your eyes and ears throughout the city. Take a djinni and make it your assassin, striking from the shadows and picking them off one-by-one. Get another afrit and make it the one that helps you tear into large groups with ease. We need all of you, so don't get high and mighty, or we'll lose."
Xaranthi was quiet for a moment before pointing at Sandra's body. "Are you going to eat that?"
"No," Chase answered. "There's a silver bullet in there, so be careful."
Xaranthi nodded, picked Sandra up carelessly by the ankle, and hopped away along rooftops, leaving a bloody trail behind her.
No proper burial for Sandra. Just serving as an afrit's chew toy.
Kevin felt a panic attack more severe than most he'd ever had before rise up. Everything was suddenly too much. The air was too hot, standing was too hard with the trembling, breathing was too inadequate to sustain him. Starting to hyperventilate, he sank to his knees.
He'd murdered somebody.
"At least Xaranthi didn't kill you," Chase remarked, either not noticing or not caring that Kevin had gone down behind Douglas as he flicked his ears.
"She could've answered instead of changing the subject," Douglas muttered turning to look at Kevin. "Right, hon - wow, you look pale. You okay?"
Kevin, however, found that he couldn't respond with anything other than the wracking sobs he'd been holding back.
He'd murdered Sandra.
And nobody else seemed to care.
He seems a bit upset over shooting Sandy...hmm...
Anyways, Leo's coming up next, so wee. :3
Until then, feel free to review. Or don't. Meh.
And enjoy.
*Bows and exits*