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No, no. You can't have them!

The ground was cold, the floor shifting. His body thrummed with energy, pulsating from his fingertips and traveling his marked arms leaving a burned sickness in its wake. He lay on his side, unable to move, unable to do more than watch. This was all a mistake, a chance to try and prove himself gone awry. He trusted bringing his friends was the best decision, the only decision. He promised them safety, promised them nothing would happen.

Only he had not expected them, had not expected the four white chess pieces to meet their black.

There was a second close by, a second body lay with golden hair, tips colored the richest of reds. Was it dye? Maybe it was natural. The other was human, or... almost at any rate. Were any Hunters truly human? Memories of the other were enough to cause his eyes to go red, had that been possible. The rage he felt just being close to, seeing this other, it was almost overwhelming. They had fought, they had both fallen. To sum it into words would be too difficult, the wounds drove too deep. The easiest way was to say they had 'history'.

Reflecting back, The blond too was in the same predicament, only not quite. The net that was flying at them had been aimed to save the human, but to capture the demon. Two birds one stone, two prizes in the same claw machine, two peas in a pod... however you looked at it, the goal was to take both of them.

The ground was shifting, its baby-light-weight faltering if too much pressure was placed in the same spots at the same time. Below an abyss, no one wanted to find out what lay in those inky depths.

His fault, all his fault.

Four on four seemed like such even odds when you looked at it, Four humans versus four creatures of halloween. Even now that he thought of it, truly he was wrong to think they had the upper hand. The magic that poured through them, the illusions caused by the item they all wanted, it was enough to throw the odds. Enough to cause their downfall.

Now his friends were all in peril, and all he could do was sit, okay lay, and watch. Moving a finger was too much, he was surprised he could even focus enough to see. Maybe this was his punishment, the karma of harming them. Was this how it worked? He lay paralyzed watching as his friends fell? Would they take him last? Was that net, Still on its way, to be his end? Would he too have a human companion soon, fighting his loved ones for eternity?

Before the net could reach his fallen frame a body had stood before it first. Taking the hit, he saw the familiar blackened tail swaying and the purpled shoes. He knew those shoes. He watched as if he was not there, a third party just flipping the screen on the skellyvision.

No!

But no words came out, no movement, not even a whisper. No no no no! What are you doing get out of the way! Get out of here! The earth suddenly felt colder, or was that his own body temperature plummeting?

He could only watch.

The left him there.
Left his cold, paralyzed, burning form there.
Instead they took two of his, two of the ones he had given protection.
Two of the ones he was helpless to protect.

The cold room was only made a degree warmer by the single tear that rolled off his cheek, landing with a silent echo.

Alone, he was alone.