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Noah snuffs and huffs at the crack under the door he's currently locked behind.
Someone he does not know is in his territory, and he's not too thrilled about this. He's also incapable of maiming them, and this alone is highly distressing.
((WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS THIS))
One is the Loneliest Number
Since he’s out and about as to searching for shelter, the loss feeling of ‘company’ caught up to strike a punch. The realization ached the man but having him go companionless supplied partial comfort to his intellect in an unspeakable way. Weird as it is but it’s not that Nick expected this to happen.
Imaginary uproars encouraged his feet to step forward then onward in a moderate pace, his grasp around the flashlight fastening. There was no one else but him — out in the neighborhood where the darkness blanketed paths to conceal from the visible eye. He couldn’t determine what option that’d be foremost without the predator gaining up onto him from afar.
Determination is all that thrived him into disassemble the puzzle apart. All was well for the time being — until the familiar cry seized his attention. Claws that extended out towards him, along with the flexible body of an acrobat, had him leaping back. The ax remained in his hand, in which he was appointed for the Hunter’s next move.
Noah yelped when he missed his mark, the momentum of that leap had him hopping forward lightly and left his arms shaking from the impact. It should have hurt, but instead Noah was just pissed. Every missed target was just another meal left alive for a little bit too long, and another wound waiting to happen. A goddamn inconvenience when a survivor didn't just roll over and accept their fate.
Every tooth in his damn skull remained bared, slick with blood and whoever the last nameless John Doe was stuck between his teeth. A grisly, unattractive sight, but attractiveness was hardly the name of an apocalypses' game. There was another shriek from the Hunter, ear splitting and scratchy from a well worn throat as he warned another attack, force of habit and no real reason outside of being loud, and perhaps attracting the nearby infected. Disregarding the weapon, which obviously wasn't a gun, Noah assumed, or he would have been shot by now, Noah dug the claws of his toes into the ground below and lunged forward for attempt number two.
If an ax didn't find itself splitting his skull in two, Noah was going to go for Nick's chest and neck with all teeth and claws gnashing and slashing.
hunterxing replied to your post: …Huh.
*Sttrreeettccchheesss and pushes his hands against Slick as he stretches.*
Shaking his head at Noah, Slick pushes the laptop away and rolls, laying half on top of the hunter. After going without seeing Noah for a few days, he’s almost happy to see him.
Almost.
"What now?"
Noah remained in the stretched position, being incredibly lethargic lately. He needs to stop that. Maybe make a bigger kill... Mmmmhhhg. Grunt. Noah wheezed as Slick placed in weight on him.
"Mrrrr?" Noah glanced at Slick with his one good eye, goodish, before yawning widely. Stitches pulled at the hunter's cheeks as he did so.
If my husband ain’t here in ten minutes, I’m gonna beat ta hell outta him.
*SITS RIGHT NEXT TO.*
The staring and unnerving, but Slick isn’t in much of a state to tell him off for it at the moment. He glares at the hunter, baring his teeth and knuckling the sweat from his forehead. After a minute of careful breathing he rises to his feet again, wobbling over to the big nest couch and crumpling into it like a goddamn dishtowel.
Eventually there’s a low groaning from the bowls of the nest, and then, “Come ‘ere, boy."
Noah wasn't much for movement afterwards, continuously staring Slick down with that one milky eye. Dilated pupils slid on over, keeping his gaze on the metal man till he vanished beneath the blankets. An order was given, or a suggestion? Whatever, everything sounded like an order worth being denied when it was directed towards Noah. Nevertheless, there was an order and... curiosity had Noah slinking forward.
Into the nest and flopping down, back facing Slick.
The reek is disgusting, enough to make Slick gag and sick up a little more rancid offal onto the polished wood floor near the front door. At least the mess is enough to keep them from killing each other. Vomit, a saving grace.
Slick scoots away from Noah and from the mess he’s made, wiping the back of his hand against his mouth with a grimace. That sour taste it going to be lingering for the rest of the fucking night, if this streak of bad luck keeps up. After a moment he’s able to get back to his feet, though he’s shaking like a leaf on a tree and breathing heavily.
"…M’sorry." Spat out like a parting blow. Slick shakes his head, huffing, sinking back down on his knees. Could this night get any goddamn better? No?
Damn it.
Noah could easily end Slick there. He was sick, an easy kill, but he was always smelling of some other pack mate... Noah wasn't so sure he could take the repercussion of murdering Slick. Nor did he beat him within an inch of his undead life, calling it quits after the puke.
Squatting there, and kicking the top away, the hunter simple stared at the mobster quickly, nose crinkling and uncrinkling.
Deuce pressed her hand over the deep marks, pouring dark purple-tinted blood down her front. She put her back to the brickwork of a nearby wall, magic cracklng around her hands, cold flamed licking their way up her arms, but without burning her clothes. Her head was already spinning in pain, but Deuce forced herself to keep awake, lest she give him the opportunity to finish her off.
She grit her fangs through the pain, and drew a hand back and threw a black fireball at the monster, it blasting apart as soon as it hit concrete, like a small bomb itself, and she threw another one, and another.
The first explosion already had Noah reeling, if the prior burn didn't already call for a retreat. Whirling around, the hunter leaped up onto the buildings side. An attempt to scale it went awry as an attack ruptured against his back.
Noah fell with a screech that ended abruptly with a wheeze as the usual agile infected landed on his back. The attacks were still coming on though, and despite the pain in his front and back, not to mention the lack of air, Noah bolted past Deuce. Tail between his legs, he retreated out of the alley and down the street. Yipyipyip.
Thumping him on the back is probably not the best idea at the present moment - not that Noah has much awareness of that, surely. Slick’s claws are tearing gashes into Noah’s arm as he growls and shakes his head like a dog. His stomach, however…
Tensing suddenly, Slick releases his hold on Noah’s arm, hissing to himself before, just. Ralphing a big ole chunk of steaming, half-putrid meat right onto Noah’s chest.
Beautiful.
He wriggles out of the hunter’s grip, groaning to himself and spitting out bile and beginning to feel every ache and pain from the scuffle. Jesus. Old man dun goofed.
Warmth spread over his chest in a thick, heavy soup, and assaulted his nose with a vile burning sensation. He'd been belched on by a boomer and doused in enough bile bombs to realize he'd just been puked on.
That was enough to kill his blood lust. He let Slick escape and rolled over, working on worming his way out of the jacket, gagging himself and grunting in displeasure.
As delicious Noah’s blood happens to be to him, and as thrilling as this little scrape is, Slick’s stomach gives an awful lurch as the hunter’s claws find purchase against the thin skin of Slick’s scalp. All that rotten meat, sizzling in stomach acids, is threatening to make a secondary visit.
Ugh.
Hissing with his teeth bared together (and trying to hold down the rancid bile threatening to creep up his gullet), Slick twists his head away, trying to get his face out of Noah’s reach and pin down the boy’s arms in the same instant. It’s no easy task, what with the hunter squirming and moving so much underneath him, and with Slick being gradually gored as it is. Damn it.
Sitting back, he throws a hand back and fucking backhands the little beast, satisfied at the feeling of smacking the shit out of his housemate so solidly.
YIPE! Went the hunter as the hand came across his face, causing his head to snap to the side with the force. It stung with a radiating heat, but Noah was a stubborn jackass when it came to combat. The whining and yipping died down instantly, exchanged for a livid shriek as he roared at Slick.
Knees came up to slam into Slick's back, repeatedly thumping him in an attempt to either throw Slick off or bruise the shit out of his back.
"SSSSS, GET OFF! " The hunter's lips curled back, exposing his teeth threateningly, which for a guy like Slick, was hardly intimidating.
Yes, this is Slick’s territory, and the wraith knows it like the back of his hand. Noah can run and Noah can fight, but unless he crashes through a window or something of the sort, Slick will inevitably corner him.
He doesn’t flinch when Noah leaps at him, no. Slick roars and meets him, clashing against him in a flurry of scraping claws and teeth. He bites down - hard - onto Noah’s upper arm, savoring the taste of stale blood while trying to wrestle him to the floor.
Noah's bit, that much he was expecting, but he gets Slick down with the tackle. Claws find the back of Slick's head, digging into his scalp and raking the pointed tips of his talons up and down his forehead and face, while his other hand tears at the mobster's front.
Blood blossomed across the now torn tshirt as Noah's claws did a number on it.
Noah, you dun it now, son.
Sick or no, when Slick’s anger is up, he’s unable to calm until its run its course. He lunges again, making chase with every intention of pinning the boy down and biting the back of his neck until Noah screams and submits, as he fucking should have weeks ago.
He may not be built for speed, but he’s not going to stop until he’s attained his goal.
Noah leaped from one wall to the next, bouncing but barely getting air in such a confined place. Too bad Slick wasn't on his turf back at the mall, Noah would have had the advantage in a split second. But that wasn't the case, instead he had a hallway, down the stairs, into the living room- and a door. Goddamn, fucking doors.
Claws raked down it with aggravation and a raw shriek before he turned on Slick, giving up the game of cat and mouse to just tackle him back.
Slick’s stomach roils as he bares his teeth and hisses, arching like a cat on the edge of the bed. Magic shivers over the metal along his hands and arms like dark static electricity.
“SHUT YER FUCKIN’ MOUTH!" His voice is a rasping roar and, with another lunge, he leaps off the bed and at Noah again, aiming to pin Noah down and claw him bloody.
Slick was sick, however Noah was not. And being built for speed and dexterity, the hunter once again sprung out of harms way, again keeping a good enough distance that would give him enough time to avoid once, if, Slick leaped at him again.
"Only angry because truths!"
Noah backed up slightly, just enough to avoid the swing, and in the end meeting it with his own. He swatted the hand, though scraping metal and nothing more. Goddamnit.
"Hssss, you are weak."
“I am not!”
That strike at him floods Slick with rage, and he responds in kind again, launching himself at Noah to pin him down against the bed and slice every reachable inch of him with his claws.
Like the trained jumpy bastard he was, Noah springed off the bed like a tense coil.
"YOU RAN FROM EASY CATCH! WAS FOUR, WAS FOUR!!! WAS FOUR AND YOU MADE US GO! YOU ARE COWARD!" Noah shrieked. This whole magic business was clearly far over his head, because where he came from, that business was fake.
Roaring, Slick tries to launch himself out of the nest, swiping for Noah again. Alas, his stomachache prevents him from going very far, but damned if he doesn’t look frightening.
"Leave me ta hell alone!"
Noah backed up slightly, just enough to avoid the swing, and in the end meeting it with his own. He swatted the hand, though scraping metal and nothing more. Goddamnit.
"Hssss, you are weak."
Growls and swipes right the fuck back at him.
“I didn’t know there was gonna be magic involved.”
Is coward move. Thing has been doing this lots.
*LEERS AT.*
Glares right back at him from deep within the bowls of his nest.
*Swipes at nest and hisses*
You keep Noah from kills 'not supposed to have' you keep Noah from kills can have.
