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Wait... they were leaving? Without the prisoners? Jerry made a frustrated face that looked far poutier on his golem's features, but he was releived all the same. "That was an odd waste..." He sighed. He had caught two himself! And they were just letting them go? Like that? Bah.

Home again, home again, he wobbled and stumbled in his heels trying to keep up with the rest.

((EXITING))

Cymbeline seemed oblivious to the students lying here and there where they had fallen. They had once been little more than gnats to the heir, tiny things that were a nuisance to be swatted at, maybe killed a little here and there, and if any student had thought she had begun to change her mind, the complete and utter refusal to acknowledge them would soon set them straight.

The four of them had made their decision, one which made the ghoul cackle darkly. It was the Insanity laughing inside her, the wildness in her eyes betraying her calm pace. Aside from the other three, Caelius was the only other on the field who had seen the extent of her madness, and how fleeting her lucidity could be.

When she arrived at the dark doorway she simply grinned, and strode in without sparing a glance towards the students who may have possibly doomed her kind.

((Exiting!))

That . . . what . . . how . . . why . . .

Mort's detached arm continued to be quite floppy, but it was no longer waving. His vision doubled, blurred, and for a moment he felt nauseous again. He could hear, see, maybe smell if he tried really hard . . . But it made no sense.

Most of all, that feeling that he was being blamed.

"Fools," one of the horsemen hissed.

. . .

He needed to make sure the others were okay. That consuming feeling of sudden guilt had to be assuaged somehow.

Weakly the zomboil began to crawl, using his good hand to grasp the end of his broken off arm; Christof's knife had been jammed into his pocket rather carelessly. But really, how much could he care about himself at this point?

"Chup-pi," he murmured, touching her gently with his lifeless hand. A look over at the nearly lifeless Nords. "H-Herryk? Freya?"

He needed to hear them speak before he could find the energy to get up off the ground.

Mot groaned at the ear flicking, his eyes barely opening into slits as he looked up at Mac. "...yeah, sure." He muttered, dragging himself over to Lizzy's unconscious form.

Mot was now at her side, sitting up on an elbow, trying to ignore how dizzy he felt.

Lizzy was resting. No need to move her yet.

Even though the net was no longer on her and she undoubtedly felt a relief of pressure, Chuppi still wasn't moving. Her eyes remained wide and unfocused and if it still wasn't for those few tufts of hair it would have looked like she wasn't breathing at all. The dress she wore was dirty and ruined, torn against the ground from her spikes and the skidding when she was caught, and the chupacabra merely stayed where she had given up.

She didn't have any injuries on her other than the exhaustion of being drained, and the scrapes from coming into contact with the ground but she didn't appear as though she'd be moving or waking any time soon. Chuppi couldn't see, couldn't hear - even poor Mort's voice was a faint echo in her ears.

He'd been kicked, and taunted, and all sorts of crap, but that wasn't what had the punk boil laying there, fighting the urge to scream at the top of his lungs. "Why," he said quietly. "Why did they--why did they--Jackdammit, the horsemen are jackin' crazy, but they're OURS. Give them BACK!" He rolled to his side, barely keeping from falling over again.

"We... we're the ones you captured you jackin' bastards! This ain't right. It ain't right," he muttered, falling onto his back, fighting the urge to cry.

It would have been safe to assume that the horsemen were angry. Invictus and Aisa's loathing was practically tangible, leeching into the air around them like a dark storm as they followed Caelius. There was disdain in their eyes, so much so it was a surprise that the ones who met their gaze didn't wither even further from the scorn. Cymbeline did not seem particularly so, but it was clear her interest was fleeting, at best, not even bothering to acknowledge the students scattered around the forest floor like crumbled leaves. Although the whispers that the horsemen were their saviors spread like wildfire, none seemed particularly benevolent, sure to invoke their wrath upon their return. Should they return at all, of course -- it had been made painfully clear Caelius held all the cards, leading them like pets back towards the where the main battle had occurred.

Along with the other three, Eris walked just behind and to the master-hunter's side, the majority of her body still scorched black and angry red. There was a slight shakiness to her gait, exuding none of the arrogance she had been practically dripping with earlier, looking slightly worse for wear. Although she most certainly didn't smile as Cym did, there was no frown or scorn in her eyes as she looked around at the trapped students. Instead, there might have been a hint of pain lacing her hollowed brown eyes, flicking them away before any one student was able to get a good look.

The heirs stepped through the portal Caelius created, one by one, until only War was left, standing at the edge of the door looking back as he started to scatter the nets. If she was surprised that he was fulfilling his end of the bargain, there wasn't any indication -- Eris expression remained unchanged, watching for a few moments as if she felt nothing in regards to him at all. Instead, she turned around after a breath of time, stepping slowly over to the student closest to her, crouching beside Mort to start almost delicately removing the net.

"Do not worry -- everything will be fine. Rest."

Straightening, the horsewoman let the net dangle uselessly from one blackened hand before turning back to the portal, letting it slip between her fingers as she returned to it, giving Caelius one last look, the slightest hint of fear lacing her gaze. "We're returning to the island, aren't we." It wasn't a question -- she didn't need nor anticipate an answer. She was silent for a few seconds, watching him a bit more before she stepped through the door.

(EXIT)

Dakota sighed as he looked sadly over.

"Till later little wolf girl." he grinned as he looked to Kat, Ryan and Wilson. "See you guys back at home."



"Oh right, Ryan your coming with, better say your good byes now!" he joked as he headed out. Stuffing the body before leaving.

((Exiting))

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Night felt the net around him and hissed at the owl who seemed to be obsessed with getting him. It was stinging and it hurt, his body instantly ached.

And then he saw them, the horseman and the man with the scythe. Why?

He hissed as he looked at them.

"Horsemen...." He mumbled under the heavy netting. When the hunters and everyone disappeared though, the net fell off and he slowly started to move, testing

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Amphi shifted in the netting, little droplets of tears falling down. It wasn't all that bad was it? She wasn't going to die was she? But she felt helpless and tired and trapped, and she didn't like it.

What's worst is that beyond seeing all of the haunts captured, it was seeing what the hunters did to them. Her first experience with something bad at the school and it had been done at the hands of what they call humans in fake halloweener bodies.

And Mac, she was so worried about the reaper. He had been so angry and so upset. Over the pink haired ghoul, she meant so much to him. Her eyes we're closed before she felt the gentle brush of someone over her cheek before opening and turning to look at him.

Attempting a small smile, she tried to pretend that there wasn't a small line of tears on her cheek. "I d...I'm fine." She said quietly, "What about you? Are you okay? Your friend?" She gestured to Lizzy.