#event:hunters

[zachthedemon]

Captured! Day Something. Self Para.

After three days or so silence while he was able to escape, Zach realised there was no better chance than the one he had at that moment. His only guard and tormentor had left, needing to use the bathroom like a pathetic human. Closing his eyes he forced his life force to leave his meat suit, sending himself flying through the air until he found a less damaged one. Sliding into a random body he took over, using it as a temporary host, ready to kill his captor. Sliding off the person's shoes for silence he tiptoed into the building where he had been held captive. Noticing his captor entering the room with his now empty meat suit, he sped up, slipping in silently, shutting the door behind him. Turning the new body's eyes black he made his presence known before his usual suit was damaged beyond repair. "So meat head, even demons know you don't make a devils trap with spray paint. Enough liquid can get rid of an edge." He sneered, an evil grin forming on his face as his captor stumbled back, their eyes flicking to the broken devils trap. "I will thank you though, I was worried I'd be there forever..." He added, moving towards the cowering man. "Aw is the little human scared of the demon?" He mocked, laughing bitterly. "Maybe you just need something salty..." He added, moving towards the table of apparatus that was probably going to be used on himself. Picking up a bottle of salt he advanced on the man once more, forcing their mouth open and pouring salt inside, watching in sick satisfaction as his captor started to choke. "Sorry... I should let you wash that down..." He fake apologised, moving to pick up a large bottle of holy water, glad the body he had possessed was wearing gloves. Standing in front of his captor he forced their head back and started pouring the liquid, knowing they would drown, staying far back enough so the hands rising to fight at him wouldn't hit their target, only stepping closer as the man sagged to the floor, unconscious or dead Zach was unsure, and he didn't care. Unchaining his usual meat suit from its bonds Zach thought about his family, and how it had been ripped apart once more with the murder of his sister. Once his usual body was freed he slung it over his shoulder, ready to carry it to safety, stooping to pick up his sister's head as he did so, deciding the best thing he could do was bury it, to put some part of his sister to rest, to gain some closure, and once he was clear of the building and after checking it was free of supernaturals he set it on fire, assuring him that the bastard who had tortured him was to die.

[zachthedemon]

Those sons of bitches want a show, I'll give them a show

[zachthedemon]

Foolish human, even a demon knows not to use spray paint for a devils trap... It washes away so easily. Now I just need to bide my time...

[hybridarista]

"is your manhood being questioned?" || self para

trigger warning: idk i don't think there is for this one???? 

Getting dragged away from Adam was definitely not the plan she had in mind. Her plan included getting away safely and staying safe, but the brief glow of her eyes telling the Hunters that she was a Hybrid, had four of their best fighters on top of her, forcing Arista apart from the Vetala. She struggled against their touch, grimacing as their hands roamed her body to steady and hold her while two Hunters bound her hands behind her back. Arista bit back a snarky comment and instead got hauled away from Adam, her eyes locking with his and pleading not to come after her. Adam looked reluctant but nodded, she sent him a scared smile, his face the only thing she could see until getting dragged away from their fighting mess.

The remaining Hunters scattered while four of them dragged her across the school, away from the once safe haven for supernatural creatures like herself. “Wow, four guards for one helpless girl? Is your manhood being quest-“ A hard slap across the face caused Arista to quieten, her feet stumbling across the uneven ground in an effort to keep up. “Shut up,” A Hunter grumbled from behind, kicking behind her knee so she’d fall. “Talk again and you’ll be knocked out.” He threatened quietly.

Arista tried to block out the screams and cries of her fellow classmates as they tried to get to safety, but all she could see was them getting captured and almost slaughtered. A sick feeling came over her – is this what was going to happen to her? Was she going to get tortured to the point where she couldn’t find the will to fight anymore? Would she be an echo of herself?

Again, Arista attempted to struggle out of their grip. Her eyes changed from her usual green to her Hybrid yellow, her canine teeth sliding out. An animalistic growl ripped out of her throat and the Hunter nearest her tightened his grip, but Arista whipped her head back and sunk her teeth into his shoulder, the taste of blood soon filling her mouth. A sweet sense of satisfaction washed over her. The Hunter let out a painful yell, getting even louder as Arista swung around and kicked him in the leg, causing the Hunter to go down on his knees. One Hunter, a girl, tugged out a taser but Arista was running off long before the girl could even get it out of her holster.

Running away from Hunters wasn’t a good idea when your hands are bound behind your back, but Arista was full of rash decisions. (Besides, she could cross running away from people trying to kill you off her list)

Her feet padded along the grass, shortly getting soaked in what she hoped wasn’t her classmate’s blood. Her ears perked up, sensing two pairs of feet running after her. A smirk snaked around her lips as Arista moved faster, her movements seeming to be blurred.

That is, until she crashed into a waiting Hunter. “Not so fast, you stupid bitch.” He growled, wrestling her to the ground while she tried to wiggle out of his grip. Animalistic screams tumbled out of her throat, her claws trying to draw blood from their bound position, her teeth trying to sink into flesh. There was a brief pause before pain erupted all over her body, which let out more screams than Arista would care to admit. Her whole body shook and spasmed with the electric currents running through her body. Fucking tasers.

After the initial pain wore off, Arista slumped in defeat. Two Hunters grabbed her by her bound hands and hauled her up, another kicked her so hard in the stomach she almost threw up. “You lied to us, sweetheart. You’re a fuckin’ hybrid. We don’t appreciate liars.” He said, slapping her across the face. Arista raised her head and her eyes caught his. With a sick smile, she said in a calm manner, “You’re going to let me go. This was all a mistake.” She whispered, the effect of mind compulsion starting to work, but before the Hunter could do anything, her eye contact broke as she got hauled away.

“Nice fucking try. Hey, Devon! Take her down to the empty classroom – the one with the, yeah that stuff. We’re going to have fun with this little hybrid.”  

Fear climbed up Arista’s throat, her body going still. “No, no, no. Please – please don’t do this. I’m – I’m only nine fucking teen, I don’t – I can’t – Oh my god, you’re going to kill me. You’re going to kill me or worse torture me until I beg to die. Don’t – don’t do this to me, I can’t, I can’t oh my god I can’t – don’t, please, please, I can’t help what I am, oh my God, please – No,” Arista rambled, struggling out of the strong grip the Hunters had on her. They all laughed at her, pulling her across the field, her body still weak from the taser. “Please don’t do this – I’ll fucking kill you all I swear – No, fuck you all, you’re fucking cunts –" And that’s when a sharp crack from behind made her body go slump and her vision swam, before everything went black. 

[zachthedemon]

I can't believe they killed my sister... I will kill whoever harmed her, starting with this bastard of a hunter...

[celestialprophetess-blog]

//Dylan

Every step was a small century of agony for the angel, as each footfall sent a jolt of pain lancing through her body - the vibrations of it jolting her wings. As Miri made her way at a harried pace down odd corridors in the hopes of finding a way out, she left behind a thick trail of blood and feathers where her mangled wingspan dragged lifelessly along the floor. She'd long since past the point of caring, mind numb to the shards of glass and building that dug into her feet. She just wanted out.

Panic fluttered sharply through her chest as she came round a bend to nothing but a dead end, wincing as a scream rang out so close to her she could feel it across her skin. Tears started to form at the corner of her eyes as she spun, feet pounding over the slabs as she tried to backtrack. Miri was angry more at herself than anything else by this point - hadn't she spent the last 4 months worth of nights wandering and discovering passages?

The angel tripped at the corner of the next room, falling to her knees with a small cry, and frantically glanced around - who was that? She could hear someone approaching from the side, but her legs were too weak from the bloodloss and energy she'd expended to escape the Hunters from earlier that had ripped apart her wings. All she could do was scan the ground for a weapon uselessly, "Stay the fuck away from me," She growled, though her voice wavered.

[damondisampastdev]

Damon/Fintan/Mason.

"Holy shit..." Damon muttered as he took in the severity of the injury in Fintan's leg. "This is really, really gonna hurt, I'm so sorry..." He apologised, before pulling out the long shard of glass, paling slightly as it came out of his friend's leg shining red with her blood.

[zachthedemon]

Captured, Day 2. Self Para, Zach.

The short respite Zach had received while the hunters slept was shattered quickly by the sound of screams, and it took him a minute to realise they were coming from his own throat. "Aw is the little demon afraid of holy water?" The first voice from the day before. Of course. "Now scum, it seems my partner was… Compromised overnight, so she has been disposed of. I received word that she has had her throat ripped out by one of your… Classmates. Pity really. She was good at her job." They added, smirking as Zach cried out, mourning the loss of his sister. “You bastard! She was just a kid!” He yelled, struggling against his bonds, wincing at the pain they caused him. "But, we did bring you a souvenir. Here." The man said, tossing something at Zach’s feet. A head. His sister’s head. Bile was rising up Zach’s throat, forcing him to look away, though the image was burned into his mind forever. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit…” He muttered over and over, trying not to cry. “Why would you do that…” He whispered, grunting as the hunter forced him to look at his sister’s head, his poor, poor little sister.

"So scum, how would you like it today? Electricity? Holy water? Salt? Holy water and salt you say? Well alright then." The hunter snarled, turning his back momentarily and retrieving some items from a bag, not noticing the small liquid trail running towards the edge of the devils trap, a mix of Zach’s blood, his sister’s blood and holy water from the previous day all mingled together and almost able to remove some of the devils trap, almost able to free Zach. “Or how about I just wait for you to screw up and then kill you when the time is right?” Zach spat, narrowing his eyes at his captor. "Uh, no. Sorry scum, but my way is the best way."