Chracters: Mal and Adder
Ship: Maybe
Warnings: No there is no sexy time in here.
Outline: Mal is a hunter of the supernatural and his team have been attacked and killed by a Foe of the reapers. He is saved by Adder but the reaper, isn’t very trusting of him.
Last nights heroics were this morning’s angry war wounds. Mal had been out late last night, hunting a new ugly as he called it. Only he wasn’t alone, he was with a team and the new ugly was a creature that hungered for souls sucked from the living. A bastardised reaper if you will, they had no moral compass, no rules, no mercy and they tore through Mal’s gang with ease. He was the last man standing, swinging frantically to keep them at bay, yet he only amused them and when they were bored, they circled him, their soulless white eyes eyeing him up like raw meat, licking their lips hungrily and cackling like Hyenas. Mal was bracing himself for his last stand but something else took their attention and the next thing he knew, he was waking up in a warehouse, bound at the hands, dry blood on his face and a cracking skull ache
He heard heavy footsteps approaching him, the sound of leather creaking with every step, possibly from the boots, possibly from a jacket or possibly something else that he didn’t want to think about
“You’re awake then” Came an English accent, possibly from the posher side of London.
There was only one man Mal knew of who had a distinctive accent like that and he was the creature he longed to get into his trophy cabinet. A reaper called Adder
Mal looked up and saw the man casually eating an apple while standing over him, scanning his injuries with his ruby red eyes.
“How you feeling?” Adder asked him as he took another bite nonchalantly
“Like fucking shit” Mal groaned as he rolled onto his elbows, groaning as his wounds complained further “Would help if you didn’t bind my hands together you know?”
“You’re a hunter, can’t take that chance of you turning against me and going for my head again” Adder replied calmly
He finished munching on his apple, tossing the core across the warehouse before he slowly began circling Mal, hands stuffed in his pockets.
“Saved your arse again. Banished were certain they were in for an easy meal with you but then I showed up, ruined their meal plans and ended the party. Thing is… You’re a hunter, surely you know about the bastardised reapers that we call the Banished?” Adder asked calmly
“Yeah sure! Every single one of us knows the world of death!” Mal replied sarcastically as he tugged at his binds
“I dunno, you’ve had a few brushes with me, thought you’d have learnt something by now. Just it’s odd that’s all. Not knowing your foe, not like you at all.”
“Oh you’ve studied me huh?” Mal asked as he took a moment to regroup.
“Intensely” Adder hissed.
“Look we got wind there was a new ugly, my buddy who is now dead, decided he wanted to investigate. Needed my help because he said it was a new reaper and I had a vast knowledge of your kind, paid good money too so yeah I took the job.” Mal growled
“And you lured your scooby gang into a trap and knocked the balance. Those souls are lost now, trapped in limbo and nourishing the Bastarised versions of me!” Adder snapped “You got cocky, thought you knew my world and waltzed on in like buffet food being served on a silver fucking platter”
Mal fell quiet. Most of the time Adder was calm, stoic and a little menacing to look at but angry was a new level, it made his blood run cold, sent a chill up and down his spine and filled him with fear. A reaper wasn’t exactly the best creature to piss off and the one he pissed off had bound his hands by rope which was tied around a concrete pillar. Mal couldn’t run, even if he wanted to.
“Oh. So now you don’t run your mouth? You push my buttons every time we meet but the one time I put your mortality on your line, you go mysteriously quiet or did I get too close to the truth? Tell me Mal who told your friend about them?” Adder growled lowly
“Why?” Mal asked, still trying to break free of his binds.
“Because they must have known you was coming if they were laying in wait. So who told them? Must have been wealthy to pay you good”
“Honestly? I don’t fucking know! Why don’t you check his bank records? Oh you can’t because he’s dead and his corpse is probably in the fucking morgue now! Why do you care? Its one less hunter causing you grief.”
Adder laughed, Mal seemingly not aware of the mess he inadvertently caused for the reapers.
“You really are an idiot aren’t you? I have to care because your friends are unaccounted for! They’re never coming back not in this life or the next. You can’t mourn them, you can’t hope they’ll come back in another life or hope they gain peace because they won’t! They’re lost and their greed cost them their lives, I ain’t bothered about that, I’m more bothered about who the hell set them up because you and me have stumbled across something far bigger and far more threatening.”
Mal took a deep breath and gazed at the floor momentarily, Adders words stung but as much as they hurt, there was truth behind them. They all got greedy, they all failed to learn of their foe and they all fell into the trap.
“You want me to help you, you’re gonna have to learn to trust me….I want answers just as much as you” Mal gruffed as he slowly looked up and held Adders gaze "Someone wanted to feed the monsters and remove a threat”
“Someone was getting paid by the devil” Adder interjected.
Adder crouched down before Mal and gently patted his cheek, almost in a mocking way “Which means you were betrayed. See I thought Hunters weren’t supposed to pick sides, you know, following the old Van Helsing code and all that. Know anyone who would have got easily turned? New blood or old hands fed up of things not going their way?”
“No one in my circles…but I heard stories that there was a hunter, don’t know his name but he was breaking rules left right and centre, upset a few old heads because of it” Mal said, tugging his restraints once more. “Look come on, untie my hands”
He stood up and grabbed a plank of wood, which quickly manifested its self into his scythe, the blade glinting menacingly in the light as Adder approached him.
“WOAH HEY, hey…I can help man, I will get the information you need alright? Just spare me please?” Mal pleaded as Adder approached him a smirk on his lips as he gripped the snath of his scythe tightly and flung it over his shoulder preparing to strike.
“ADDER PLEASE!” Mal Yelled out as he braced himself
He felt a breeze brush past his face and suddenly Mal fell back, slamming his shoulder on the concrete floor, air being forced out of his lungs. He slowly opened one eye and could see his hands were still tied together but he was no longer tied to a concrete post.
Adder laughed and lowered his scythe.
“What is it Reapers don’t do Mal?” Adder asked him
“….Kill people before their time. Ha ha…yeah well can you blame me when you’re swinging that thing to cut the damn rope? And my hands are still tied!” Mal complained
“At least you’re not tied to the post, can’t fade with you still tied to the post, gets a bit messy.” Adder replied
“Wait where we fading to?” Mal asked
“Where all us reapers hang out according to hunter logic. The Morgue!”
Yet before Mal could even finish, Adder had grabbed his wrists and both of them disappeared, leaving behind the black wisps of smoke.
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