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There was a light knock at the door, as if the person was nervous about making the noise. ~ Spencer

Fiver had waited, patience was his virtue and while it could be considered a heavenly trait, for Fiver it was something else entirely. He was sitting on the couch, staring at the unlit fireplace as he had been calculating through various scenarios, plotting and counter plotting, always making sure there were several fallback plans in place. When he heard a knock on the door, he wasn't surprised, he'd been monitoring Spencer's location, chasing after him in Fiver's current state wouldn't have been a wise choice.

Standing up, his LED swirled, turning the brightness up on the lights as he had them at a low dim, preferring the low light conditions. Opening the door, he stared down at the detective, his gaze wasn't harsh, but it seemed curious. "You've finally decided to come home Spencer?"

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There was a light knock on the door frame of the study, the tear stained face of Spencer peering around the corner as if afraid that he would be sent away. "F-Fiver...?" He was ready to talk now.

Upon hearing the knock, Fiver stopped his typing and looked up, pausing in catching up on work in order to see what Spencer needed. On observation, it appeared Spencer had been crying, something a machine would not do so it gave a clue to what Spencer might want to talk about. Pushing himself up onto his feet, he walked around the desk so he could stand before Spencer as a sign that the detective had his complete attention.

“Is there something you would like to discuss?”

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Cat & Mouse

Western AU

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A well armored carriage ambled down the worn dirt road, pulled by two dust covered horse who looked like they needed a dire case of a proper washing down. They had been traveling with few stops as it was too dangerous with the cargo that was held inside, a bank transfer of funds, a tempting target for any outlaw. Only two people sat up in the front seats, one holding the reins while the other had a repeater rifle resting over his lap. Well armed men the pair of them but still they were only just two people. The wagon itself was sturdy and unmarked, holding no windows, keeping their cargo safe. However it was all just an elaborate ruse to lure potential thieves in, a perfect bait that didn't look too easy but tempting enough for outlaws to try and take.

Inside the carriage didn't hold money, instead a platinum haired male sait in one of the plush seats, using the light from the barred hole on the roof of the carriage to read. He had a few books stashed to entertain him while he waited for someone to take the bait, but for now he was reading the newspaper from the previous town. It seemed to report the nearby roads had been rampant with outlaws, warning the townsfolk and the ranchers nearby to be careful. He folded the newspaper neatly and set it aside on the empty seat beside him. Reaching into his button up vest, he tugged out a slightly yellowing bit of paper, it was really the only thing Fiver had of the man he was hunting down constantly. The likeness wasn't exact but it was close enough and he doubted he could get Spencer into a more civilized town to take a proper still photograph. Without him ending up trying to rob the place more than likely.

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Rescue

With night having fallen upon the snow covered city, it sent the world into a eerie darkness, the sounds of the city were dim, white noise to someone who lived there. The cold wind ruffled platinum hair but it carried away nothing from him, everything inside him felt still and as cold as the night around him. This was the place, he'd been honing in on it and with the help of Mordecai, he had finally pinned it down, now it was just a matter of dealing with the alpha inside. He had no doubts about being able to defeat Silas, but it had to be more brutal than before. He had to punish, to strike fear and put a statement of what would happen if someone decided to harm Spencer. He stared up at the building before him, a looming ghost in the night.

He moved forward, sliding through the doors that appeared to have once been chained and bolted shut, but evidence that it had been broken into was evident. He easily melted into the darkness of the station, he moved with methodical slowness, losing his boots in the process. He could move easier on bare feet and they made no sound over the old floor. He could navigate the darkness with ease, he'd been denied his eyesight time and time again, making his other senses rise to the occassion of awareness of the world around him. All too soon, he bitched a majority of his clothes, they seemed to rustle faintly far too much for what needed to be done here, leaving him in his boxer briefs in the cold air of the abandoned station.

It wasn't too long before he picked up the scent, heavy in rut, not a good sign, especially with it being stale. He had already shut down most of his processes, locking him into an iota state until he deemed himself ready to let himself be found. For now, he followed the trail, hearing the slight squeak of hinges as a door was being shut. Up ahead there was a dim light, standing like a beacon in the darkness, too dim to be seen from outside but enough to give away the form of none other than the man he hunted. When Silas turned away, Fiver reached out, a pale hand escaping the inky blackness of the building, shadows clinging desperately to the fingers, reluctant to part with the being inside it. Skin deactivated along the tips of Fiver's fingers right before they brushed like a cold, ghostly touch on the nape of Silas' neck.

Such a brief touch was all Fiver needed to get into Silas' systems, embedding himself like a virus that slipped under the radar. Just like that though, Fiver pulled away, retreating back into his hiding. Now that he had infected Silas, it was time to toy with his prey a little. To start things off, the door that Silas had closed seemed to vanish, leaving Silas in a lone spotlight in a sea of the abyss. The walls no longer seemed to be there, leaving Silas to brave stepping out of the circle of light or to stay there.

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