Two Best Friends RP

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He’s Gone.

LIFTY’S POV:

Lifty sighed out softly, his body sprawled out over the bed as he waited for his brother to finish his shower. Though they’d just finished having an intimate bonding moment together, the submissive twin was still yearning for more. He could still feel the memory of Shifty’s touch over his skin, ghosting over his skin and drawing him to roll in the blankets of their bed. His naked body was soothed by the soft  fabric  beneath him, urging him to relax in his twin’s absence. He let out yet another sigh.

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Shifty scrubbed at his dark green hair, the mutated zigzagoon making sure he was thoroughly clean. He cared a lot about his appearance, wanting to look nice and, well, rich. Since he’d left his twin on the bed to clean up, knowing if Lifty joined him in the shower then nothing would get clean, so he insisted that Lifty stayed in bed. He looked over his shoulder, stretching his arm ba to gingerly touch at the red lines on his skin where Lifty had gotten a little too caught up in what they’d been doing. The hot water and soap caused the abused skin to sting a little, but Shifty was used to it at this point.

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Z’S POV:

There had been a time before when Z had been out. He’d been so close to his target, prepared to take what he deserved, but the two mutated rodents were in his way. With a team effort, they had helped Fire put Z back under and return Laynee back. Had the zigzagoons not been there, Z could’ve taken what he wanted earlier. Instead, he had been made dormant while Laynee took full control of the body they shared for months. Now that Z was back, the twins had a price to pay for making him wait so long and he would start with Lifty.

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SHIFTY’S POV:

Shifty always had aggression issues, violence boiling just beneath the surface caused by his mutated genes. However, he wasn’t one to actually kill unless he was pressed to the extreme. One way to do that was to hurt his brother, however, he was a bit torn. He didn’t want to kill his trainer and still had that ingrained fear of Z within him from his younger age. Now that he was an adult, he gather up enough steel in his spine to come to his twin’s aid. He knew if he hadn’t, Z would’ve killed Lifty, so it was well worth the risk to save his brother. He should’ve thought his attack through, but seeing blood spill from Lifty had made him mindless and desperate in need to keep Z fro hurting Lifty any more.

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Z’S POV:

Z was so used to being able to cause pain and get immediate results. It had been a while since he’d taken up the twins, whom had both been much younger when last he had a proper ability to deal with them. Back then, it had been much easier to bend them to his will as neither were as strong as he was. When they were kids, he’d been in his mid-teens and far more trained in brutality and torturous ways. So when he couldn’t put Shifty in his place quick enough, it frustrated Z. His amusement drained into anger, his lips lifting into a dangerous snarl. He was nearly animalistic the more his temper rose.

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SHIFTY’S POV:

Shifty was doing his best to keep Z at bay, he wasn’t much of a fighter but he was moreso than his twin was. When push come to shove and Lifty was in danger, he couldn’t linger on fears, he had to at least let Lifty get away before trying to make his own escape.His arm strained as Z pushed against his hand, trying to overpower him, but Shifty had the better angle to keep him from stabbing backwards towards him. He was almost an adult now, he had to remember that and not give in to old fears when he’d been too little to properly fight back. He wasn’t going to die here and neither was his brother, he just had to keep that thought in mind to steel his will and keep him fighting.

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Z’S POV:

There was a feel of appease in the way Shifty was stunned, even if for just a moment. It was enough that Z could get himself free of the hold and gain that upperhand he needed so badly to gain. But as Shifty gathered himself, Z had to check and make sure that the wound on his shoulder wouldn’t bleed too much. He reached a hand to it, touching the sticky liquid and testing the pain he could feel in it. It wasn’t the worse wound he’d had, it wouldn’t kill him. 

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SHIFTYS POV:

Shifty had hoped to drive Z away so he could regain some focus, he could feel his claws digging into flesh and rend the shirt to shreds. One wrong move and Z would be on him, just thinking about it made a thread of fear weave its way into his confidence. He couldn't help it, fearing Z and his punishments had been ingrained within him since he was young, barely out of the egg and having to face the hard reality of life as a Team Rocket pokemon. Once Team Rocket had disbanded, he left with Lifty, it was a hard decision but he had to keep his twin safe, even it had meant abandoning his trainer. Though, he couldn't completely leave Zeleny, always returning to visit for a few days before leaving again, the kind Laynee he'd known kept Shifty from completely deserting his loyalties to the man.

Recently, he thought Fire had helped keep Z under control, allowing him to reunite with his trainer, everything had been going kind of nice for once, but right now, it seemed everything was falling apart. Where the hell was Fire? He wanted to curse the other trainer for his absence when they really needed him to be around. He'd been the only one who had the drugs to subdue Z, but without him, Shifty knew the situation went from bad, to worse. Point proven when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm, he grunted and clenched he jaw. He refused to scream, not wanting Lifty to come back at the sound. It was too dangerous and Shifty would rather risk his own life than Lifty's. He felt his own hot blood run down his bare arm, it only grew worse with the knife twisted and pulled out, leaving a bigger wound for blood to run in rivers down his arm.

He hissed through his clenched teeth, raising his good arm to press his hand against the wound in attempts to staunch the flow. That left him a bit vulnerable as he suddenly felt a crushing grip wrap around his throat, he quickly sucked in a large amount of air before the hand clamped around his windpipe, closing it completely. He flicked his gaze up to meet Z's, he hated that look, hated the way it reminded him how weak he'd been in his youth, he hated everything about this side of Zeleny. He had to do something fast before he ran out of air and would be of no use to protect Lifty from Z's wrath. Hopefully, his brother had made it some distance away by now and was not waiting on Shifty to join him. He wanted Lifty as far away from Z as possible, but he had to make sure Z stayed away from him for good.

He lifted his leg, jerking it upwards for a low blow, trying to knee Z right between the legs. He wasn't really up to fighting fair, never had been and there was a lot more on the line other than some silly idea as honor. Shifty would sacrifice everything to make sure Lifty was safe, so hopefully, this would render Z momentarily weakened, just enough that maybe he could escape or at least free himself from being choked.

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He’s Gone.

LIFTY’S POV:

Lifty sighed out softly, his body sprawled out over the bed as he waited for his brother to finish his shower. Though they’d just finished having an intimate bonding moment together, the submissive twin was still yearning for more. He could still feel the memory of Shifty’s touch over his skin, ghosting over his skin and drawing him to roll in the blankets of their bed. His naked body was soothed by the soft  fabric  beneath him, urging him to relax in his twin’s absence. He let out yet another sigh.

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Shifty scrubbed at his dark green hair, the mutated zigzagoon making sure he was thoroughly clean. He cared a lot about his appearance, wanting to look nice and, well, rich. Since he’d left his twin on the bed to clean up, knowing if Lifty joined him in the shower then nothing would get clean, so he insisted that Lifty stayed in bed. He looked over his shoulder, stretching his arm ba to gingerly touch at the red lines on his skin where Lifty had gotten a little too caught up in what they’d been doing. The hot water and soap caused the abused skin to sting a little, but Shifty was used to it at this point.

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Z’S POV:

There had been a time before when Z had been out. He’d been so close to his target, prepared to take what he deserved, but the two mutated rodents were in his way. With a team effort, they had helped Fire put Z back under and return Laynee back. Had the zigzagoons not been there, Z could’ve taken what he wanted earlier. Instead, he had been made dormant while Laynee took full control of the body they shared for months. Now that Z was back, the twins had a price to pay for making him wait so long and he would start with Lifty.

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SHIFTY’S POV:

Shifty always had aggression issues, violence boiling just beneath the surface caused by his mutated genes. However, he wasn’t one to actually kill unless he was pressed to the extreme. One way to do that was to hurt his brother, however, he was a bit torn. He didn’t want to kill his trainer and still had that ingrained fear of Z within him from his younger age. Now that he was an adult, he gather up enough steel in his spine to come to his twin’s aid. He knew if he hadn’t, Z would’ve killed Lifty, so it was well worth the risk to save his brother. He should’ve thought his attack through, but seeing blood spill from Lifty had made him mindless and desperate in need to keep Z fro hurting Lifty any more.

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Z’S POV:

Z was so used to being able to cause pain and get immediate results. It had been a while since he’d taken up the twins, whom had both been much younger when last he had a proper ability to deal with them. Back then, it had been much easier to bend them to his will as neither were as strong as he was. When they were kids, he’d been in his mid-teens and far more trained in brutality and torturous ways. So when he couldn’t put Shifty in his place quick enough, it frustrated Z. His amusement drained into anger, his lips lifting into a dangerous snarl. He was nearly animalistic the more his temper rose.

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SHIFTY’S POV:

Shifty was doing his best to keep Z at bay, he wasn’t much of a fighter but he was moreso than his twin was. When push come to shove and Lifty was in danger, he couldn’t linger on fears, he had to at least let Lifty get away before trying to make his own escape.His arm strained as Z pushed against his hand, trying to overpower him, but Shifty had the better angle to keep him from stabbing backwards towards him. He was almost an adult now, he had to remember that and not give in to old fears when he’d been too little to properly fight back. He wasn’t going to die here and neither was his brother, he just had to keep that thought in mind to steel his will and keep him fighting.

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Z’S POV:

There was a feel of appease in the way Shifty was stunned, even if for just a moment. It was enough that Z could get himself free of the hold and gain that upperhand he needed so badly to gain. But as Shifty gathered himself, Z had to check and make sure that the wound on his shoulder wouldn’t bleed too much. He reached a hand to it, touching the sticky liquid and testing the pain he could feel in it. It wasn’t the worse wound he’d had, it wouldn’t kill him. 

With that out of the way, and his neck back to it’s proper position, he prepared to deal out that nasty punishment he’d threatened to give just a moment before. He was ready to turn when the blind rage of the ‘goon behind him was unleashed on his back. Sharp claws bit into the flesh of his back, swiping and cutting him apart. His shirt became shredded by such rage, and the pain only served as a fire to burn Z’s own anger hotter. He let out a loud sound, something caught between a growl and scream.

He swirled around, throwing that blade in the first direction he could. His aim was blind, only planned enough to know he needed to embed it deep in Shifty. He tried to keep it up high, feeling he could hit something if he aimed between mid-chest and neck. He managed somehow to stab straight into Shifty’s arm. The blade missed the bone, stabbing through enough flesh to call embedded but not enough to say much else. It certainly wouldn’t do the best of all damage, but it was a start. He was too busy to notice much about the wound anyway.

He didn’t leave the blade there, his hand still holding firmly to the handle. He twisted it sideways and ripped it clean out of the wound he’d created. With his free hand, he reached for Shifty’s throat, grasping in the same crushing manner he’d done Lifty’s. His yellow eyes, which were naturally dilated when Z was out, were wilder than before with his rage. “You’re first, then your brother will be next!”

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He’s Gone.

LIFTY’S POV:

Lifty sighed out softly, his body sprawled out over the bed as he waited for his brother to finish his shower. Though they’d just finished having an intimate bonding moment together, the submissive twin was still yearning for more. He could still feel the memory of Shifty’s touch over his skin, ghosting over his skin and drawing him to roll in the blankets of their bed. His naked body was soothed by the soft  fabric  beneath him, urging him to relax in his twin’s absence. He let out yet another sigh.

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Shifty scrubbed at his dark green hair, the mutated zigzagoon making sure he was thoroughly clean. He cared a lot about his appearance, wanting to look nice and, well, rich. Since he’d left his twin on the bed to clean up, knowing if Lifty joined him in the shower then nothing would get clean, so he insisted that Lifty stayed in bed. He looked over his shoulder, stretching his arm ba to gingerly touch at the red lines on his skin where Lifty had gotten a little too caught up in what they’d been doing. The hot water and soap caused the abused skin to sting a little, but Shifty was used to it at this point.

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Z’S POV:

There had been a time before when Z had been out. He’d been so close to his target, prepared to take what he deserved, but the two mutated rodents were in his way. With a team effort, they had helped Fire put Z back under and return Laynee back. Had the zigzagoons not been there, Z could’ve taken what he wanted earlier. Instead, he had been made dormant while Laynee took full control of the body they shared for months. Now that Z was back, the twins had a price to pay for making him wait so long and he would start with Lifty.

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SHIFTY’S POV:

Shifty always had aggression issues, violence boiling just beneath the surface caused by his mutated genes. However, he wasn’t one to actually kill unless he was pressed to the extreme. One way to do that was to hurt his brother, however, he was a bit torn. He didn’t want to kill his trainer and still had that ingrained fear of Z within him from his younger age. Now that he was an adult, he gather up enough steel in his spine to come to his twin’s aid. He knew if he hadn’t, Z would’ve killed Lifty, so it was well worth the risk to save his brother. He should’ve thought his attack through, but seeing blood spill from Lifty had made him mindless and desperate in need to keep Z fro hurting Lifty any more.

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Z’S POV:

Z was so used to being able to cause pain and get immediate results. It had been a while since he’d taken up the twins, whom had both been much younger when last he had a proper ability to deal with them. Back then, it had been much easier to bend them to his will as neither were as strong as he was. When they were kids, he’d been in his mid-teens and far more trained in brutality and torturous ways. So when he couldn’t put Shifty in his place quick enough, it frustrated Z. His amusement drained into anger, his lips lifting into a dangerous snarl. He was nearly animalistic the more his temper rose.

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SHIFTY'S POV:

Shifty was doing his best to keep Z at bay, he wasn't much of a fighter but he was moreso than his twin was. When push come to shove and Lifty was in danger, he couldn't linger on fears, he had to at least let Lifty get away before trying to make his own escape.His arm strained as Z pushed against his hand, trying to overpower him, but Shifty had the better angle to keep him from stabbing backwards towards him. He was almost an adult now, he had to remember that and not give in to old fears when he'd been too little to properly fight back. He wasn't going to die here and neither was his brother, he just had to keep that thought in mind to steel his will and keep him fighting.

When he heard Z snarl at him, he curled his bloodied lips and returned the threat, his sharper canines smeared with warm saliva and Z's blood, making the gijinka look even more feral and wild than before. His nails scraped hard against Z's scalp, almost as sharp as claws now in his growing anger and need to defend and protect his twin. He couldn't focus on Lifty, not when Z still posed a serious threat, he just hoped he managed to get through to his brother and get him moving or else all of this was for nothing. He couldn't help Lifty like he wanted, it was too dangerous not to focus all his attention on Z, who was now intent on murdering them. His faintly illuminated gaze, primal with such fury and need to attack the one who'd caused Lifty so much pain, shifted onto the exposed neck of Z.

His mouth opened as he prepared to lurch forward and sink his teeth into his trainer's throat, he knew it was dangerous, not wanting to kill Zeleny, but holding back might end up getting him killed. Before his mouth could even get near Z's throat, he felt something slam into his gut, taking him by surprise. All the air was knocked out of his lungs, making him wheeze painfully as his lungs burned. His legs weakened and he slipped from his hold on Z. Luckily, he didn't fall to the floor, trapped between Z and the wall, allowing him to regain his feet. He gave a violent shake of his head, trying to clear it and his vision. All the alarms were going off in his brain, his instincts screaming at him to move, that he was in a dangerous spot, but something had short circuited between his mind and body, too dazed to get his body moving quick enough to lash out in a attack.

Despite his aggression, Z had always been the better fighter than him, since Shifty only wanted to steal or toy around with people. He didn't have that bloodlust unless Lifty was in danger, even then he attacked wildly without much thought. He made up for his lack in skill with how quick and furiously he could attack, but right now, there just wasn't enough space for him to maneuver. He had to get up close to Z to keep the trainer's attention on him rather than Lifty. He lashed out blindly, knowing he was in danger, but his mind was too clouded from the blow to his gut, that he couldn't focus, so he relied on his claws and blind swiping to keep Z at bay.

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He’s Gone.

LIFTY’S POV:

Lifty sighed out softly, his body sprawled out over the bed as he waited for his brother to finish his shower. Though they’d just finished having an intimate bonding moment together, the submissive twin was still yearning for more. He could still feel the memory of Shifty’s touch over his skin, ghosting over his skin and drawing him to roll in the blankets of their bed. His naked body was soothed by the soft  fabric  beneath him, urging him to relax in his twin’s absence. He let out yet another sigh.

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Shifty scrubbed at his dark green hair, the mutated zigzagoon making sure he was thoroughly clean. He cared a lot about his appearance, wanting to look nice and, well, rich. Since he’d left his twin on the bed to clean up, knowing if Lifty joined him in the shower then nothing would get clean, so he insisted that Lifty stayed in bed. He looked over his shoulder, stretching his arm ba to gingerly touch at the red lines on his skin where Lifty had gotten a little too caught up in what they’d been doing. The hot water and soap caused the abused skin to sting a little, but Shifty was used to it at this point.

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Z’S POV:

There had been a time before when Z had been out. He’d been so close to his target, prepared to take what he deserved, but the two mutated rodents were in his way. With a team effort, they had helped Fire put Z back under and return Laynee back. Had the zigzagoons not been there, Z could’ve taken what he wanted earlier. Instead, he had been made dormant while Laynee took full control of the body they shared for months. Now that Z was back, the twins had a price to pay for making him wait so long and he would start with Lifty.

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SHIFTY’S POV:

Shifty always had aggression issues, violence boiling just beneath the surface caused by his mutated genes. However, he wasn’t one to actually kill unless he was pressed to the extreme. One way to do that was to hurt his brother, however, he was a bit torn. He didn’t want to kill his trainer and still had that ingrained fear of Z within him from his younger age. Now that he was an adult, he gather up enough steel in his spine to come to his twin’s aid. He knew if he hadn’t, Z would’ve killed Lifty, so it was well worth the risk to save his brother. He should’ve thought his attack through, but seeing blood spill from Lifty had made him mindless and desperate in need to keep Z fro hurting Lifty any more.

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Z’S POV:

Z was so used to being able to cause pain and get immediate results. It had been a while since he’d taken up the twins, whom had both been much younger when last he had a proper ability to deal with them. Back then, it had been much easier to bend them to his will as neither were as strong as he was. When they were kids, he’d been in his mid-teens and far more trained in brutality and torturous ways. So when he couldn’t put Shifty in his place quick enough, it frustrated Z. His amusement drained into anger, his lips lifting into a dangerous snarl. He was nearly animalistic the more his temper rose.

When Shifty didn’t respond immediately to his command, Z began to lift his arm up. It was caught a moment later by Shifty’s hand, holding him in a tight grip to protect against being stabbed by the blade in his grasp. He would not be defied by his own Pokemon. He pressed, testing the strength behind that hand holding his arm still. When it proved a sturdy enough hold to keep him from progressing any further, he had to change tactic. He was so busy trying to put Shifty back into his place that he barely heard Shifty’s attempt to wake up his brother and get him to leave. Lifty was too broken, Z was sure he wouldn’t get far even if he had the strength and mind to try.

There was a dull ache in Z’s shoulder from the fresh wound, which now bled. He didn’t give it much thought either, busy with his driving need. As soon as he knew his blade wouldn’t be reaching Shfty by the force he applied in the direction he was going, he paused his attempt and threw his arm away from both himself and Shifty, trying to get the ‘goon to let go of his arm. It was then that he felt fingers grip his hair and yank hard. His head craned painfully backwards, and he growled out in his elevated frustration. “I’m going to make you both regret defying me! I’ll make sure it’s a slow and painful death, nothing quick! Little shits like you don’t deserve quick deaths!!”

With his free arm, he threw his elbow back into Shift’s gut, using as much force as he could to break the hold the damned male had on him. If he aimed right, he could stun Shifty enough to get him to completely let go. He needed to change this position and get the upperhand or else he’d be unable to do much of anything. He couldn’t let these two go unpunished.

LIFTY’S POV: He wasn’t able to move much, still in shock from everything that happened. He wasn’t even sure how he’d let this happen. How did he let Z sneak up on him like that? How had he not known it was him? He should’ve known better. He’d grown up with him, for years he’d been trained to know when it was Z or Laynee. But Laynee had been taking pills from Fire. Laynee had been able to surpress Z for so long, they all thought that so long as Laynee stayed on his pills, he was cured. Maybe that had been their biggest weakness. It gave Z the element of surprise. The kind that was far too deadly.

He was having a hard time watching as Shifty and Z struggled against one another. He watched on in horror as Shifty tried his best to keep from being stabbed by the blade in Z’s hold. It was the shout at him, that bite, that knocked him out of his surprised state. His widened eyes at last were able to tear from the scene and look towards the door. Slowly, he began to crawl for it, his body trembling in his fear. He needed out, needed to get to safety. But what he really needed was his brother. He needed to know Shifty would be safe.

He managed to get to the doorway that lead to the living room, keeping on all fours to avoid drawing attention to himself. But once he was there, he peered over his shoulder at his twin, pain etched in his expression that went beyond his own physical ailments. It always tore him to leave Shifty behind, but he knew he was a target and so long as he was a target, he was Shifty’s weakness. So he crawled the rest of the way out of the room, headed for the front door. When he felt he had enough distance, he picked himself up and tried to stand on his own two feet. 

He stumbled and fell on his face, a move which made him yelp in more pain. Blood was flowing in a streams down his lips and over his chin, dripping onto the carpet. He was still unaware that his neck had been sliced, too caught up in running away and escaping to realize the origin of the sting on his neck. He coughed, his throat still straining from the crushing grip Z had on it earlier. He refused to stop, and picked himself up as many times as it took, his body swaying and stumbling as he struggled to make it to the door. His hand touched the handle, turned it and tugged. As soon as he was out, he closed the door behind him and rolled into the grass of the front yard, weeping to himself and waiting for Shifty to join him.

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He’s Gone.

LIFTY’S POV:

Lifty sighed out softly, his body sprawled out over the bed as he waited for his brother to finish his shower. Though they’d just finished having an intimate bonding moment together, the submissive twin was still yearning for more. He could still feel the memory of Shifty’s touch over his skin, ghosting over his skin and drawing him to roll in the blankets of their bed. His naked body was soothed by the soft  fabric  beneath him, urging him to relax in his twin’s absence. He let out yet another sigh.

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Shifty scrubbed at his dark green hair, the mutated zigzagoon making sure he was thoroughly clean. He cared a lot about his appearance, wanting to look nice and, well, rich. Since he’d left his twin on the bed to clean up, knowing if Lifty joined him in the shower then nothing would get clean, so he insisted that Lifty stayed in bed. He looked over his shoulder, stretching his arm ba to gingerly touch at the red lines on his skin where Lifty had gotten a little too caught up in what they’d been doing. The hot water and soap caused the abused skin to sting a little, but Shifty was used to it at this point.

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Z’S POV:

There had been a time before when Z had been out. He’d been so close to his target, prepared to take what he deserved, but the two mutated rodents were in his way. With a team effort, they had helped Fire put Z back under and return Laynee back. Had the zigzagoons not been there, Z could’ve taken what he wanted earlier. Instead, he had been made dormant while Laynee took full control of the body they shared for months. Now that Z was back, the twins had a price to pay for making him wait so long and he would start with Lifty.

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SHIFTY'S POV:

Shifty always had aggression issues, violence boiling just beneath the surface caused by his mutated genes. However, he wasn't one to actually kill unless he was pressed to the extreme. One way to do that was to hurt his brother, however, he was a bit torn. He didn't want to kill his trainer and still had that ingrained fear of Z within him from his younger age. Now that he was an adult, he gather up enough steel in his spine to come to his twin's aid. He knew if he hadn't, Z would've killed Lifty, so it was well worth the risk to save his brother. He should've thought his attack through, but seeing blood spill from Lifty had made him mindless and desperate in need to keep Z fro hurting Lifty any more.

Pain rippled up from his spine when he was slammed back into the wall, causing a dent in the drywall from the impact even though he managed to lessen the strength behind Z's force. He was used to suffering blows from Z, but this time he wasn't going to give up and just accept the punishment. Not when they had the hope of Laynee living a content life, leaving Shifty and Lifty to be content as well. His sharp teeth pierced flesh, hot blood spilled upon his tongue. He had to figure out a way to get Lifty out of here and escape as well, it would be a difficult task with Z so set on hurting both of them, likely as punishment for getting in his way a few months ago. A low growl erupted from him, unable to keep himself in check, he wasn't a kid anymore and it was about high time he stood up to Z.

His feral eyes shifted upwards, spying the light glinting off the blade readied to strike him if Shifty didn't submit. He knew better than to give in, Z would either kill them or he'd continue to hurt them until they broke and gave in to their trainer's whims. Neither was appealing to Shifty, once Team Rocket had disbanded, he promised himself that Lifty would never be subject to abuse again. Now he would face his worst enemy head on to try to let Lifty make a run for it. He released Z's shoulder, blood oozing down his chin as one arm reached to grab at Z's arm, trying to keep Z from stabbing him. He knew that Z was likely stronger, but hopefully it would buy him a bit of time if he put up some struggle.

"Lifty, get your ass in gear and get the hell out!" He snarled, even though he sounded angry, it wasn't directed at his brother. In times of high aggression there was no tempering Shifty's words. Hopefully the bite and command behind his words would get the dazed twin moving because he couldn't physically help Lifty, not without Z there and ready to hurt both of them. He knew his brother was seriously injured, but neither of them had the time to really take the time to get a handle on the situation. Shifty's free hand came up to bury his fingers into Z's hair and yank hard, he was sure Laynee would forgive him for everything, because there was no way he could not hurt Z and escape.

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He’s Gone.

LIFTY’S POV:

Lifty sighed out softly, his body sprawled out over the bed as he waited for his brother to finish his shower. Though they’d just finished having an intimate bonding moment together, the submissive twin was still yearning for more. He could still feel the memory of Shifty’s touch over his skin, ghosting over his skin and drawing him to roll in the blankets of their bed. His naked body was soothed by the soft  fabric  beneath him, urging him to relax in his twin’s absence. He let out yet another sigh.

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Shifty scrubbed at his dark green hair, the mutated zigzagoon making sure he was thoroughly clean. He cared a lot about his appearance, wanting to look nice and, well, rich. Since he’d left his twin on the bed to clean up, knowing if Lifty joined him in the shower then nothing would get clean, so he insisted that Lifty stayed in bed. He looked over his shoulder, stretching his arm ba to gingerly touch at the red lines on his skin where Lifty had gotten a little too caught up in what they’d been doing. The hot water and soap caused the abused skin to sting a little, but Shifty was used to it at this point.

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Z’S POV:

There had been a time before when Z had been out. He’d been so close to his target, prepared to take what he deserved, but the two mutated rodents were in his way. With a team effort, they had helped Fire put Z back under and return Laynee back. Had the zigzagoons not been there, Z could’ve taken what he wanted earlier. Instead, he had been made dormant while Laynee took full control of the body they shared for months. Now that Z was back, the twins had a price to pay for making him wait so long and he would start with Lifty.

He didn’t need to say much to the male. He wasn’t worth the words, just worth his anger. His yellow eyes had a dark glow of amusement, wild and dangerous. Every move he made was to brutally damage the body of the twin he had in his grasp. He’d smashed his face into the counter and hurt Lifty’s nose enough to cause it to bleed. He’d thrown his head into the overhead cabinet and made a bruise and cut along his temple. The head injuries slowed Lifty down, caused him to sway and hold onto the counter for dear life. Z only paused a moment to admire how fragile the more submissive of the twins was. For being the brother to a violent little shithead who could hold his own in a challenging fight, Lifty was pathetic.

The moment it looked like Lifty was recovering enough to try and make a run for it, Z pulled open one of the drawers, ripping it completely out of its place. Silverware clashed across the kitchen floor as he raised it up and slammed it straight into Lifty’s back. The wonderful cries of Lifty’s pain was music to his ears as he beat the male. When that hand lifted up to stop the drawer from clashing into him, Lifty’s body still swaying and unable to recover, Z threw the drawer across the room and reached out for the male. He lifted him up, bringing his battered body up close to his, an arm wrapping around to take hold of his neck in a crushing grip. He could hear the whimpers of fearful plea, but he wasn’t interested. He withdrew a knife from his pocket. It was nothing special, just a little pocket knife, but the blade was sharp enough that as he slid it over Lifty’s neck in test, he was able to cut a clean, though shallow, line along his neck. He was poised to take a taste, ready to mock Lifty and angle the zigzagoon just right so he could see the look in his eyes to watch him lick clean his blood from the blade. Before the blade could get to his lips, he was pounced from behind. His arms let go of Lifty, now busy with the body on him from behind. He let out a snarl, pissed that Shifty would dare try such a tactic as sneak up behind him. Z moved, rushing backwards towards the nearest wall to throw himself into it and crush Shifty between his body and the solid surface. Before he could, he felt sharp teeth sink into his shoulder, making him stumble a moment and interrupt the momentum of the impact. “Get off of me, you goddamned nuisance!” Z yelled out, preparing his knife to stab back at Shifty should he not follow instruction.

LIFTY’S POV:

Lifty had been far too injured to fight back properly. The blow to his head had hit a little too hard and he still couldn’t steady himself even after he was given a moment to gather his strength and senses. The room continued to spin, objects were being thrown into him and causing more pain that made him cry out. Usually, it was Shifty delivering the pain. Usually, the pain was arousing. Here, he knew the pain could end swiftly and in any moment, that Z was not against dealing a life-ending blow. Tears welled in his eyes when he was taken up into Z’s arms. Where he should’ve called for his brother, he instead tried to call out to the kinder personality that was Laynee, his hands reaching for and scratching at the wrist and hand that held him in such a crushing grip.

Laynee never came out, though, and Lifty was slowly suffocating to death with each second that past. He could feel himself drifting into that unconscious state, losing himself from the lack of air. The adrenaline and panic didn’t help, making him need air that much more. His body tensed, his hands scratching and scraping at flesh to try and get the hand to let go. His vision turned fuzzy, a sharp pain he could somehow barely feel made a line across his neck, and then he was being released. His body fell to the ground and immediately, Lifty fell into a coughing fit. A hand lifted to hold his neck tenderly, pressing only a little as though to try and soothe his pain. He would’ve paused to take in what was so wet and sticky along his throat if he hadn’t looked up in time to see his brother on Z’s back and Z rushing backwards to slam him against the wall. Through the haze of his beaten mind, Lifty watched the two with worry, scared for his brother and scared for himself.

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He’s Gone.

LIFTY’S POV:

Lifty sighed out softly, his body sprawled out over the bed as he waited for his brother to finish his shower. Though they’d just finished having an intimate bonding moment together, the submissive twin was still yearning for more. He could still feel the memory of Shifty’s touch over his skin, ghosting over his skin and drawing him to roll in the blankets of their bed. His naked body was soothed by the soft  fabric  beneath him, urging him to relax in his twin’s absence. He let out yet another sigh.

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Shifty scrubbed at his dark green hair, the mutated zigzagoon making sure he was thoroughly clean. He cared a lot about his appearance, wanting to look nice and, well, rich. Since he'd left his twin on the bed to clean up, knowing if Lifty joined him in the shower then nothing would get clean, so he insisted that Lifty stayed in bed. He looked over his shoulder, stretching his arm ba to gingerly touch at the red lines on his skin where Lifty had gotten a little too caught up in what they'd been doing. The hot water and soap caused the abused skin to sting a little, but Shifty was used to it at this point.

While he enjoyed taking his time in the shower, he didn't really like being away from his twin for too long, being a bit of a control freak when it came to Lifty. He'd always been like that though, from the moment he hatched out of an egg into Team Rocket's lab and then given to Zeleny to train. While the more dominant persona of his trainer was nice, the other alter ego was something Shifty had to contend with. He'd often clashed with Z, leading up to him being severely punished, but it mostly kept the violent personality away from Lifty, sparing his twin from such brutality.

After rinsing the soap out of his hair, he grabbed a towel and began drying off, his head tilting a little, straining to hear if Lifty was awake or asleep. Hearing no movement, he assumed his twin was asleep. Draping the towel over his head to soak up the moisture, he stepped out of the bathroom to retrieve his clothes, only to spot his bed was empty. Tension rolled through him, striking up his anger at the fact that Lifty hadn't stayed in bed like Shifty told him to. His lip curled in a bit of an annoyed snarl before he went to the dresser to pull out some boxers and a pair of silken pajama bottoms. He hoped that Lifty had just gone downstairs and not had gone outside exploring again. After punishing Lifty once for going out without telling Shifty, he though his twin would at least appease him for a little while.

With himself mostly decent, he climbed down the folding ladder that led up to the attic, it had been left down which was a good sign that Lifty intended to come back soon. Though he hesitated at the last step when he heard a scuffle and pained noises, making his blood run cold. He didn't know what was happening but Lifty was in pain and the only one allowed to cause Lifty pain was him. Without a thought, he rushed into the kitchen, though momentarily shocked by what he saw. Zeleny was the only one in the kitchen with Lifty, he couldn't see his twin's face from this angle but he only assumed that Zeleny was the cause behind this. Despite the man being his trainer, Shifty was enraged, knowing that Zeleny's main personality would never hurt the twins, so that meant it was likely Z.

He lunged at the man's back without warning, using his weight to try to knock Z off balance as his arms and legs wrapped around the man from behind. With his enraged, glowing red-orange eyes burning with unnatural fury, he parted his jaws wide before diving forward. He was aimed to sink his teeth deep into Z's shoulder, even if it didn't immobilize Z, it would at least, hopefully, take the man's attention off Lifty and onto him. Shifty could take the abuse and keep on fighting, but no one was allowed to touch Lifty except him.

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He’s Gone.

LIFTY’S POV:

Lifty sighed out softly, his body sprawled out over the bed as he waited for his brother to finish his shower. Though they’d just finished having an intimate bonding moment together, the submissive twin was still yearning for more. He could still feel the memory of Shifty’s touch over his skin, ghosting over his skin and drawing him to roll in the blankets of their bed. His naked body was soothed by the soft  fabric  beneath him, urging him to relax in his twin’s absence. He let out yet another sigh.

When fussing and moving about in the bed did little to sooth his fussing, Lifty decided that perhaps he should eat something to keep himself preoccupied while he waited. He dragged himself out of the bed and proceeded to put on clothes, ensuring he was decent in case Zeleny came home while he was in the kitchen least Shifty throw a fit that anyone else saw him in his full glory. Then, he proceeded down the wooden stairs. He left the plank with stairs down, not caring to fix it while it was just him and his brother and he had no intention of staying downstairs. He’d be getting his food and going back up to wait for Shifty.

Silently, he moved into the kitchen. His green-yellow gaze took in the familiar setting as he contemplated what it was he wanted to eat. Before he had set a decision, he pulled out a medium pan and put it under the sink. He turned the knob and waited for the water to fill it, but as he did, he started to feel a little uneasy. He looked over one shoulder, saw nothing. He looked over the other shoulder. Zeleny was much closer than he expected him to be, and it made him jump for a moment, before he set a glare back at his trainer. “I didn’t know you liked sneaking up on people, Laynee!” he said, taking up Fire’s pet name for the man. “I’m not Laynee,” he heard the other return, his voice too darkened and stressed to really belong to his trainer. The realization dawned on him far too slow, and his nerves sunk where his fear rose. Shit. But before he could react, a hand was at the back of his head, taking a painfully tight grip of his hair. The moment his face came slamming down into the counter, he felt the world spin. His hands grasped out, trying to steady himself and gain some sort of ground to protect himself. He let out sounds in his panic, trying to get past the shock enough to scream for his twin’s aide.

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Sorry it’s been quiet.

Usually, we’re hefty posters when it comes to roleplay, but I personally have been stressed to a breaking point. But things will get better from this point. Red and I are actually working on our Skype roleplays to keep developing a storyline we’ve been dying to get going. We may or may not put some stuff here. But it’s a pretty violent roleplay and will include themes you may or may not enjoy. Either way, if we don’t continue a lot here, that’s where our focus is. In case you’re curious. Lol. - Greenaroo.

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Nightly Hour

RED’S POV:

The creaking of the old church was the only noise that prevaded the night, as if one strong gust of wind could bring down the entire roof without warning. Parts of the old stone walls were crumbling, littering the floor with debris, making it difficult for anyone to walk through, especially at night. Being out at this hour was dangerous enough, the rustic little town nearby knew that well enough, at least subconsciously. In this modern age, people believed they were safe, but their instincts, no matter how dull kept them safe, most of the time. This rundown church was a good location for danger to roost, the building long abandoned for more modern buildings, leaving it a solitary building set just off a overgrown dirt road

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GREEN’S POV:

The night air was brisk, rolling softly in cool waves over the quiet land. Green stood just feet away from the entrance of the old church, his eyes lifted to take in the broken and worn building. As eerie as the structure was, it wasn’t enough to deter Green from his target. He’d hunted this damned monster far enough across the region and he refused to return home a disappointment. He was bred for this, to take down any cold-blooded creature. He stepped forward, careful of his footing.

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Red’s POV:

The moment the hunter took his first step into the church, Red knew, it was only a matter of time before he was tracked down. He could’ve been a little more cautious with his traveling, but he wanted this hunter to follow, it was deliberate game of cat and mouse. Though which role the pair fit into was debatable and forever shifting like the tides. Red didn’t move aside from turning his head a little so he could observe the hunter. His movements were always the same, bold, arrogant, trying to goad him out when he knew it wouldn’t work.

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GREEN’S POV:

Every step he took was cautious. If he were telling the story, every breath and glance had been calculated. He was highly trained enough, and he had the experience it took to be a hunter in his family. He wouldn’t be failing now. Slowly, he pressed further until he was within the sanctuary, those green eyes peering around the pews as he passed them by. Not once did he look up, forgetting that vampires were not afraid of heights. Instead, his vision remained level, taking in the large room more near the ground and along the walls.

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RED'S POV:

Red gazed at the faded ink, smudged from water damage and some of the pages stubbornly clung together. It was a shame really, to let things just go to waste, but that's just how he'd grown up. His mother had been poor, leaving him to make use of everything he could find and technically he was still, but things had changed. For better or for worse, Red still wasn't quite clear on where he stood, what direction in his life he should take, having this hunter chase him for a year had mostly occupied his time. He hadn't been able to linger long enough to mull about which direction he should go and maybe he was still clinging to the tattered remains of what was left of his humanity. Maybe he was clinging to that one last tether by dragging this hunter all across the land, denying him the ability to return home.

When the hunter finally turned around, Red was busy examining the ruined pages of the book, purposefully not giving the other male the attention he desired from the shout. Despite not having his eyes on the man, Red was well tuned to him, every breath, ever quick beat of his heart, the warmth that called out to ever vampire sense. It was like a alluring siren in the dark, beckoning him with such a beautiful song, but Red knew this game, knew that he he felt for such a tantalizing call, he would be severely wounded or turned to ash. Neither seemed very appealing. So now he had to decide his next plan of action, should he play the waiting game and see who broke first. That wasn't very interesting seeing how the hunter was only frayed from his patience.

Finally, he closed the bible and slid it back to its place on the holder on the back of the bench in front of him. His movements were slow, fluid with unnatural grace as if each muscles was controlled with such perfect precision. As a vampire he was an elegant killing machine, of course, not all had been able to master such skill in the short amount of time he had. Fledglings tended to be wilder, easier prey for hunters who had experience. Red was an anomaly, after a week of running through the land in a bloody, uncontrolled massacre, he managed to regain his mind and hone it. He just didn't know that he'd have to eventually go up against this hunter.

Easing himself up onto his feet, Red made his way towards the aisle, he'd rather not be caught between the pews if the hunter's patience finally snapped. Without the seats blocking the hunter's vision and a bit of moonlight streaming down from the worn down roof, he could catch a partial glimpse of the vampire. His sleeveless shirt tight against his form, revealing the slight appearance of his slightly more bulky build. He wasn't a body builder by any means, but his chest was broad and he shoulders squared and relaxed as if he wasn't facing someone who had the means to kill him. His hair was short, black in the low light, spiked and most was falling into the front of his face. He usually slicked it back, but he was trying to conceal his eyes. He didn't like showing them, they revealed too much. The savagery, the bloodlust, the pure bestial desire to sink his teeth into the throat of the man before him and feast on the pleasurable taste of his hot blood that would only briefly chase away the chill of his own body.

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Nightly Hour

RED’S POV:

The creaking of the old church was the only noise that prevaded the night, as if one strong gust of wind could bring down the entire roof without warning. Parts of the old stone walls were crumbling, littering the floor with debris, making it difficult for anyone to walk through, especially at night. Being out at this hour was dangerous enough, the rustic little town nearby knew that well enough, at least subconsciously. In this modern age, people believed they were safe, but their instincts, no matter how dull kept them safe, most of the time. This rundown church was a good location for danger to roost, the building long abandoned for more modern buildings, leaving it a solitary building set just off a overgrown dirt road

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GREEN’S POV:

The night air was brisk, rolling softly in cool waves over the quiet land. Green stood just feet away from the entrance of the old church, his eyes lifted to take in the broken and worn building. As eerie as the structure was, it wasn’t enough to deter Green from his target. He’d hunted this damned monster far enough across the region and he refused to return home a disappointment. He was bred for this, to take down any cold-blooded creature. He stepped forward, careful of his footing.

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Red’s POV:

The moment the hunter took his first step into the church, Red knew, it was only a matter of time before he was tracked down. He could’ve been a little more cautious with his traveling, but he wanted this hunter to follow, it was deliberate game of cat and mouse. Though which role the pair fit into was debatable and forever shifting like the tides. Red didn’t move aside from turning his head a little so he could observe the hunter. His movements were always the same, bold, arrogant, trying to goad him out when he knew it wouldn’t work.

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GREEN’S POV:

Every step he took was cautious. If he were telling the story, every breath and glance had been calculated. He was highly trained enough, and he had the experience it took to be a hunter in his family. He wouldn’t be failing now. Slowly, he pressed further until he was within the sanctuary, those green eyes peering around the pews as he passed them by. Not once did he look up, forgetting that vampires were not afraid of heights. Instead, his vision remained level, taking in the large room more near the ground and along the walls.

By the time he reached the front, he was irritated. He’d never been able to hold much patience, and he’d been hunting this particular vampire for months. In fact, he’d been hunting him for nearly a year. In that year’s time, he had only communicated with family through phone calls and text messages, refusing to return without accomplishing his goal. Though, to be honest, even if he weren’t stubborn and wanted to return home, he couldn’t. His gramps had made it clear that he was to take down this nuisance of a monster, and he couldn’t return home until the job was done. 

“C’mon, you damned coward! Show yourself!” he snarled into the air, daring to be loud. He could care less about consequence at this point. He held out his arms as if in beckon, his silver dagger in one hand and the other empty. Most of his tools and weapons were strapped to his person, either along his belt, legs or his left arm. It was then that his vision at last went skyward and he peered up into the rafters. The vampire had already slipped from his position, but Green suddenly took interest in analyzing the one spot he missed, and tried hard to not let it hurt his pride. He turned around as his eyes took them in, counting them and trying to find any hint of the creature he hunted.

The sound of old pages crinkling drew his attention and he snapped his head down towards the pews, zeroing in on the threat that had him running rampant all over the region to find him. “It’s about time!!” he yelled at him, glaring at the vampire as though he were merely a pest. He made no real move to fight, though. When he turned his attention to the vampire, he noticed that he hadn’t moved to attack him, that he remained in his seat and looked as though he was preoccupied. Green knew better. However, this was the only opportunity in nearly a year that he had the ability to take in what the vampire looked like and he wasn’t sure when he’d get another one.

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Breakfast

FLIPPY’S POV:

The light filtering through the window was what eventually woke him up. The morning light was much too bright in contrast to his dark dreams, a stark difference enough to tug him from his unwanted, nightly visions. He was panting by the time he woke, eyes opening to peer around him, trying to steady himself. Some nights were kinder than others. Some nights, he tore apart the bed and himself while he was asleep, some other nights he’d wake with a jump. This night, he had suffered a nightmare of slow building agony, the kind that seemed to simmer just low enough to keep him tethered to the dream and unable to wake.

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SPLENDID’S POV:

Splendid hadn’t gotten much sleep, even though he was a super hero could could likely go days without such a basic need, he enjoyed sleeping. Especially now days when he could draw Flippy close and hold onto him like his own personal teddy bear. It was more than that though, he always felt guilty when he wasn’t back before Flippy fell asleep or if he had to leave in the middle of the night, mainly because he knew Flippy suffered night terrors. Usually whenever Flippy woke in a panic, Splendid would sooth and comfort him, making sure the veteran knew he was safe, that Splendid would never let anything happen to him. He’d been out all night dealing with an angry giant squid who wanted to drown the town in water. It would’ve been an easy task if the thing wasn’t so big with so many appendages attacking him at every angle.

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FLIPPY’S POV:

Despite how his nightmare grasped him enough to make him wish he could wake up without the sunlight touching his face and disturbing him, he was still groggy and tired. Enough so that he brought his arms up and wrapped them around the pillow to give it a tight hug as though it were Splendid himself. Here, he could feel himself drift in and out just a bit, but it wasn’t enough to send him back into that hell he fell into when he slept. With ever inhale he took, he could smell Splendid on the pillow and it helped to ease him.

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SPLENDID'S POV:

Splendid stood just inside the door, using his foot to push it closed behind him. He took a moment to take in the sight of the sleepy Flippy pushing himself into a sit on his bed, that hair a bit tussled from sleep, beckoning Splendid to comb his fingers through it, partially to tame it and partially to just feel the soft strands slip between his fingers. While he could possibly stand there and admire the view all day, he didn't want the food to get cold, so he strode over to the bed and gently placed the tray over Flippy's lap, allowing his boyfriend to find a comfortable position and not wanting to spill the juice. Once it was sturdy enough on the bed, Splendid lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb the tray with his motions.

"Mostly for you, but I won't complain if you want to feed me." He teased,pointing towards his mouth, knowing Flippy wouldn't be satisfied or happy if Splendid didn't eat as well. Small things like that always warmed his heart, to finally have someone worry over him when everyone else thought he was invincible and could take care of himself. While that was true, he did like someone fretting over his health a little, just not too much to stress his boyfriend out needlessly. He lifted a hand, brushing his fingertips along Flippy's forehead, gently brushing a bit of his bright green hair out of his face. His heart fluttered a little at the way Flippy had looked down, so shy that Splendid couldn't help but to continue to compliment the very man who warmed his heart.

"You're adorable when you do that." He murmured quietly, even though they were alone in the room, his low voice was just for the two of them. He never ceased to let Flippy know how much Splendid adored him, even if he was a bit excitable sometimes and tended to forget his control sometimes, he hadn't accidentally hurt Flippy lately though, so he was getting better when it came to his boyfriend. "Its also an apology for not getting home last night. I hate letting you sleep alone." He sounded a bit mournful as his hand slide down to cup Flippy's cheek, hoping his touch would soothe away any hurt he might've cause from his broken promise. He always made promises even though he only kept half of them, it was a bad habit of his but he had good intentions. He yearned to keep them, tried his best to make good on them, sometimes it just didn't work out for the hero.

He carefully leaned over the tray to press a light kiss on Flippy's lips, lingering just a little longer as if he was tempted to make it deeper. But all too soon, he pulled away, needing to rein himself it, he would hate to ruin a nice meal because he got a little carried away kissing Flippy. "Don't worry about feeding me too much, if I'm still hungry, I'll make some more pancakes. So get your fill while I get my fill of spending time with you."

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Breakfast

FLIPPY’S POV:

The light filtering through the window was what eventually woke him up. The morning light was much too bright in contrast to his dark dreams, a stark difference enough to tug him from his unwanted, nightly visions. He was panting by the time he woke, eyes opening to peer around him, trying to steady himself. Some nights were kinder than others. Some nights, he tore apart the bed and himself while he was asleep, some other nights he’d wake with a jump. This night, he had suffered a nightmare of slow building agony, the kind that seemed to simmer just low enough to keep him tethered to the dream and unable to wake.

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SPLENDID’S POV:

Splendid hadn’t gotten much sleep, even though he was a super hero could could likely go days without such a basic need, he enjoyed sleeping. Especially now days when he could draw Flippy close and hold onto him like his own personal teddy bear. It was more than that though, he always felt guilty when he wasn’t back before Flippy fell asleep or if he had to leave in the middle of the night, mainly because he knew Flippy suffered night terrors. Usually whenever Flippy woke in a panic, Splendid would sooth and comfort him, making sure the veteran knew he was safe, that Splendid would never let anything happen to him. He’d been out all night dealing with an angry giant squid who wanted to drown the town in water. It would’ve been an easy task if the thing wasn’t so big with so many appendages attacking him at every angle.

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FLIPPY’S POV:

Despite how his nightmare grasped him enough to make him wish he could wake up without the sunlight touching his face and disturbing him, he was still groggy and tired. Enough so that he brought his arms up and wrapped them around the pillow to give it a tight hug as though it were Splendid himself. Here, he could feel himself drift in and out just a bit, but it wasn’t enough to send him back into that hell he fell into when he slept. With ever inhale he took, he could smell Splendid on the pillow and it helped to ease him.

He lay there like that for a while, just absorbing what comfort he could. While Splendid himself couldn’t be there, that didn’t mean he wasn’t in other ways. Flippy had spent the night at Splendid’s. It wasn’t exactly their first time spending a night at his boyfriend’s house instead of his own and he was comfortable now with the different setting, having gotten used to calling it somewhat of a second home. He was used to the different smells, the different way the bedroom was set up, even the way the bed was a little harder than his very soft, cloud-like mattress at home with its memory foam. He drew in another deep breath, enjoying the moment of quiet, alone in Splendid’s room, when he smelled something awfully delicious.

As the door opened, Flippy could smell the pancakes and bacon stronger in the air, drawing him to lift his head. Nothing could quite summon the swell of emotion he felt when he heard Splendid’s voice. A relief washed over him, the kind that would’ve been there had the world not been in danger and Splendid could’ve stayed with him through the night. Happiness lifted his heart, dusting away the darkness and clearing away the clutter of fear, sadness and anxiety that he just couldn’t seem to rid of by himself. A smile spread across his features, and he rubbed at his eyes to try and get the sleepiness out of them.

“Morning,” he whispered softly, his voice a bit rough and lower in tone from sleeping. Carefully, he pushed himself up, eyes set on Splendid and taking him in first. That grin on his face made Flippy lower his eyes, a pinkish tint dusting his cheeks. He’d worn that grin millions of times before, during times of doting or complimenting or admiring him. All of which, Flippy turned a little shy for, since he had never really thought much of himself, let alone believed himself to be cute. But knowing Splendid saw him in such a way made his heart skip a beat and a blush to bloom over his cheeks.

After a moment, he lifted his eyes again and took in the tray Splendid was carrying. “Is that for us?” he questioned curiously, noting that this was where that delicious smell was coming from.

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Breakfast

FLIPPY’S POV:

The light filtering through the window was what eventually woke him up. The morning light was much too bright in contrast to his dark dreams, a stark difference enough to tug him from his unwanted, nightly visions. He was panting by the time he woke, eyes opening to peer around him, trying to steady himself. Some nights were kinder than others. Some nights, he tore apart the bed and himself while he was asleep, some other nights he’d wake with a jump. This night, he had suffered a nightmare of slow building agony, the kind that seemed to simmer just low enough to keep him tethered to the dream and unable to wake.

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SPLENDID'S POV:

Splendid hadn't gotten much sleep, even though he was a super hero could could likely go days without such a basic need, he enjoyed sleeping. Especially now days when he could draw Flippy close and hold onto him like his own personal teddy bear. It was more than that though, he always felt guilty when he wasn't back before Flippy fell asleep or if he had to leave in the middle of the night, mainly because he knew Flippy suffered night terrors. Usually whenever Flippy woke in a panic, Splendid would sooth and comfort him, making sure the veteran knew he was safe, that Splendid would never let anything happen to him. He'd been out all night dealing with an angry giant squid who wanted to drown the town in water. It would've been an easy task if the thing wasn't so big with so many appendages attacking him at every angle.

By the time he made it back home, it was already morning and he doubted he'd get any sleep today, so instead he busied himself with one of the few things he enjoyed, cooking. A good breakfast would hopefully be a good enough apology for not managing to make it back in time to rejoin Flippy in their bed. With care, he cooked some pancakes, putting bits of bacon he made into the batter too. He made sure to make his best to impress and get Flippy's forgiveness, to be able to tolerate their boyfriend having to break promises all the time because of their duty was a very hard find and Splendid wasn't going to ruin it by not showering Flippy in appreciation and affection.

He set everything on a tray, the plate of pancakes, a bottle of fresh maple syrup, a bowl of mixed fruits, silverware, and a glass of juice with a slice of orange on the rim. He fussed over it a little, trying to make it look perfect so he could wake Flippy up with an amazing breakfast. Carefully, he carried the tray up the stairs towards their room, though he had to pause and balance the tray in one hand to get the bedroom door open, slowly he eased it open. Peering through the wide crack he made, he spied Flippy with his face buried in Splendid's pillow, making him grin a bit in amusement of how cute it was. He pushed the door open further and eased himself inside. He spoke up, his tone light and having a bit of a teasing note to it since he knew he was catching Flippy by surprise.

"Room service."

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Breakfast

FLIPPY’S POV:

The light filtering through the window was what eventually woke him up. The morning light was much too bright in contrast to his dark dreams, a stark difference enough to tug him from his unwanted, nightly visions. He was panting by the time he woke, eyes opening to peer around him, trying to steady himself. Some nights were kinder than others. Some nights, he tore apart the bed and himself while he was asleep, some other nights he’d wake with a jump. This night, he had suffered a nightmare of slow building agony, the kind that seemed to simmer just low enough to keep him tethered to the dream and unable to wake.

He threw back the blanket from his body, needing the cool air of the room to soothe his sticky-with-sweat skin. He didn’t want to get out of the bed though. It was comfortable there, where traces of his boyfriend lingered embedded in the bedding. Rolling over, he pressed his face into the pillow and breathed in for even the slightest remaining scent of Splendid. It wasn’t as strong as it had been the night before, but it was enough to quell the loneliness that was brought about by his night terrors. He no longer had to suffer alone, Splendid would be there with him.

Slowly, he pulled away from the pillow to peer over at the window. The blinds had been lifted, the drapes pulled back where otherwise they would’ve been blocking out the light. The window was open and the brisk, autumn breeze came rolling in in soft waves. Flippy sighed out, laying his face against the pillow. His heart sunk a little to know that despite Splendid’s promise that he’d be back before the night ended, he was not back. He didn’t want to wallow in the sadness of knowing Splendid had to break such a promise, but he lay there letting it take him for a moment long enough to feel its sting.

Splendid was a superhero. It was his job to save the world, to save the citizens of this town. If he had to go in the middle of the night, then he had to go in the middle of the night. Flippy was proud of his boyfriend for doing so. He was proud that Splendid used his abilities for the good of others and did what he could to keep the town safe. It didn’t stop him from missing Splendid when he wasn’t there. With another sigh, Flippy put his face back into the pillow and closed his eyes, trying so hard to get all remaining memories of his dream out of his mind so he could relax.

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Nightly Hour

RED’S POV:

The creaking of the old church was the only noise that prevaded the night, as if one strong gust of wind could bring down the entire roof without warning. Parts of the old stone walls were crumbling, littering the floor with debris, making it difficult for anyone to walk through, especially at night. Being out at this hour was dangerous enough, the rustic little town nearby knew that well enough, at least subconsciously. In this modern age, people believed they were safe, but their instincts, no matter how dull kept them safe, most of the time. This rundown church was a good location for danger to roost, the building long abandoned for more modern buildings, leaving it a solitary building set just off a overgrown dirt road

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GREEN’S POV:

The night air was brisk, rolling softly in cool waves over the quiet land. Green stood just feet away from the entrance of the old church, his eyes lifted to take in the broken and worn building. As eerie as the structure was, it wasn’t enough to deter Green from his target. He’d hunted this damned monster far enough across the region and he refused to return home a disappointment. He was bred for this, to take down any cold-blooded creature. He stepped forward, careful of his footing.

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Red's POV:

The moment the hunter took his first step into the church, Red knew, it was only a matter of time before he was tracked down. He could've been a little more cautious with his traveling, but he wanted this hunter to follow, it was deliberate game of cat and mouse. Though which role the pair fit into was debatable and forever shifting like the tides. Red didn't move aside from turning his head a little so he could observe the hunter. His movements were always the same, bold, arrogant, trying to goad him out when he knew it wouldn't work.

Red only moved when he felt the time was right, he held a calm patience that kept him in place as the spiky haired hunter moved further into the spider's web. To any other vampire, this action would have inspired their own arrogance, to think that this hunter wasn't as skilled just by judging how confident he was, but Red knew better.If Red hadn't had inside knowledge, he would have been ash from the very first fight. He should feel a bit of pity on the male below, knowing without being able to kill Red, the hunter would never move up in the underground world of vampire hunters. However, Red couldn't allow that for several reasons he'd rather not list off right then, he had other matters to attend to.

In one fluid motion, he sat up, not making a sound as his clothes didn't even dare to rustle from the movement. It was almost unnatural, but then again everything about him was unnatural, a bane on this nightly realm. He didn't move any further as he observed the hunter from beneath his dark hair, knowing that the hunter's patience would likely wear thin soon, it was the man's greatest flaw. His head tilted, listening in to the way the hunter's heart was picking up its pace, it was tempting, the sound of a heart pushing hot blood through the system, just beneath a thin veil of skin. All it took was the right amount of pressure of his sharp fangs to breach such a pitiful barrier to reach the rich, coppery taste of blood. Yet, Red hadn't managed to bite this hunter, it was a little too dangerous to get that close and he couldn't be distracted by his bloodlusts.

Slowly, he eased himself off the rafter and dropped to the ground, landing on his toes as silent as a cat between the pews, not even the floorboards seemed to creak at his presence. He eased himself to sit down, careful not to break the old, rotting bench with his weight. He watched the hunter before him, alert and ready for any attack, but Red simply pulled a musty old bible from the back of the pew before him. He opened it up, allowing the rustle and crinkling of pages to finally announce his position behind the hunter. His body was tense, ready for the human to attack in an instant. That is if he didn't have something smart to say to him first.

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Nightly Hour

RED’S POV:

The creaking of the old church was the only noise that prevaded the night, as if one strong gust of wind could bring down the entire roof without warning. Parts of the old stone walls were crumbling, littering the floor with debris, making it difficult for anyone to walk through, especially at night. Being out at this hour was dangerous enough, the rustic little town nearby knew that well enough, at least subconsciously. In this modern age, people believed they were safe, but their instincts, no matter how dull kept them safe, most of the time. This rundown church was a good location for danger to roost, the building long abandoned for more modern buildings, leaving it a solitary building set just off a overgrown dirt road

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GREEN’S POV:

The night air was brisk, rolling softly in cool waves over the quiet land. Green stood just feet away from the entrance of the old church, his eyes lifted to take in the broken and worn building. As eerie as the structure was, it wasn’t enough to deter Green from his target. He’d hunted this damned monster far enough across the region and he refused to return home a disappointment. He was bred for this, to take down any cold-blooded creature. He stepped forward, careful of his footing.

It was no warmer inside than it was outside. In fact, it was colder. The stone walls held no shelter from the threat within it, but seemed to amplify it. There was definitely a dangerous threat lingering within, but where? Green paused just inside to take in the place. He needed to gather every detail he could and dedicate it to memory. It was important to ensure he knew enough to keep his footing or ensure that if he had a surprise attack, he’d be able to get his bearings straight again as quickly as he possibly could. Atop all of that, he needed to make sure that if there was even a trace of the vampire he was hunting, he’d find it.

Slowly, he began forward from the entry way, making his way into the narthex. Debris crumbled beneath is boots, a sound all too distinctive of his presence that Green knew without a doubt he’d been heard and probably detected. It didn’t matter. He was skilled enough that he didn’t need to worry over being completely silent. Let the vampire hear him. Maybe he’ll make it that much easier to find him. It was either that or he’d bolt again. Such an idea left Green grinning at himself, smugly basking in the belief that the creature knew he wouldn’t survive if he went up against the vampire hunter.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Green taunted lowly, his eyes flicking around the area as though that would have an instant reaction and the monster would jump out at him for a thrilling surprise attack. When nothing happened, Green dared to go in further. He could feel his heart pick up speed in his chest, anticipation and excitement mixing to keep him on his toes and alert to even the smallest of sounds or sights.