They had lost. There was nothing anyone could do. Cael was dead and it was with the most overwpowering sort of numb horror that he realised for the first time since he'd walked onto the island a nasty, vitriolic and solitary man - he was alone in his head. Tracey was silent, a tablet hurriedly picked up from the ground.
It was a numbness beyond grief, beyond death. Tears wouldn't do it justice, it was like someone had ripped out part of his soul. He'd been trying not to lean on Harrison before, but with Tracey in his hands in this form, he could barely stay upright.
There weren't words.
Cael had seemed invincible. He was their pet a*****e, the guy they kept around because despite all his personal flaws, he was ******** good at what he did. And now he was gone, and like Killzone and Julie, these monsters didn't even ******** care.
One day they'd all ******** burn. Weapons or not.
His words were too close to sobs as he held the tablet in a white knuckle grip in one hand, the other clenched in Harrison's jacket as if he too would vanish.
"Lets...lets..get out of here." It was as much spoken to himself as Harrison, and the emotional agony, like a dagger in his soul was redoubled as he realised that was all. There were no unspoken voices any more. He couldn't deal, he couldn't cope, it was shove it aside or break down. And he was dancing on the edge of one.
Even taking the first step to the portal was almost impossible.
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:34 pm
Purple eyes watched, they watched every wild strike, every splash of blood. Satisfaction rang with every wet splatter as Red tore into the hunter leader. Her face was calm and grim. Watching quietly at the carnage, at the justice of Caelius presumed death.
When it was said and done she shifted cocking her head towards Rep, Harrison, watching their retreat with idle passing. Weaponless, hopeless. An attack on the island right now would have been lovely, a Siege like before that wiped all the hunters off the map or at least a good number who now stood weaponless.
But it wasn't her place to call that charge. Instead she moved towards Red. Fear no longer flaring along her limbs, just her purple eyes dancing as she inspected the site that was Red and Caelius.
"So is this it.... is he done for and his weapon too?" She looked back sadly, to where Shehk had once been a twist of guilt in her gut. To gain something something else must be lost.
"Shehk... she had one of those, those crystals didn't she?" She looked back to Red again. "Is she... gone?" The last word was forced out somewhat, something she didn't want to face. She still had Siddie, but to lose Shehk would be just as painful.
"I guess more importantly, can we go home? All of us?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:34 pm
Melvin was left shocked as he saw the werewolf lung on the hunter lead, tearing him and ripping him till more and more pooled. It seemed like a ridiculous amount. No body could have that much blood, but the smell of it, the shocking reality of it had Melvin turning past Otto and the rest to go throw up further off. Never had he seen someone die. Never had he seen someone torn apart. Never had he seen such a raw attack of brutality.
To make it worse, they were all defenseless. All the seniors he hoped would defend him were just as weak as he was, vulnerable to the actions that the Halloweeners that they had angered.
Breathing deep, he pulled out a wipe and cleaned his mouth before he watched the hunters assemble, grabbing their fallen (but the one they could not get), and race to the portal. Why such a act of mercy? One person could deliver the message. Heck, it would be a message that they all didn't show up. It was an advantage to have them all die.
He wasn't complaining as he raced off after the rest, tablet in hand, and through the portal.
Exit
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:40 pm
Malodore's eyes narrowed in vicarious, vicious glee as Red had her way with the Master-Hunter; yes, yes, yes. It counted the tears in his torso as bare repayment for the hole in Riley's own. And yet, still, it did not feel at ease as it watched Red. It had never known her all that well, but now, still... what she had said did not ring true. Black or white.
The other option was grey.
And it had had quite enough of grey.
"Mia cara... leave them. They are no prize as they are now," it said, quietly, though it opened its wings threateningly, like an angry vulture. The aspect it displayed was one of a bird quite ready to tear out a throat.
Tedan had missed quite a lot of the fighting. A random earlier attack had knocked the Sun trainee for something of a loop, and he'd ended up on the sidelines, trying and mostly failing to keep it all straight. But at the end ... at the end, he found himself drawn forward, toward the two main combatants. Caelius and Red - though he didn't know their entire story, he could sense that their history was likely long, and tragic.
It wasn't until she had tossed Caelius away, then dropped the portal device as well as two still forms - bodies that he realized what had happened. They were dead ... Caelius ... Ceres ... and Bix. Ohgod. Bix ... "No..." he whispered, hardly noticing that his own weapon was also a tablet now, lying at his feet. "Nononono..." This wasn't like the trials, where it had been a fake death. Not like dying on a mission in a golem. Not the same, not at all. Yes ... others had died, in the maze, on missions... but not anyone he knew, not anyone he looked up to. Not like THIS.
"Bix no ... ******** ... Ceres ... Caelius..." He couldn't seem to get past the face that they were dead. Gone for good. He'd known being a Hunter was dangerous. Known that some of them would probably die, but this was the first deaths that had truly struck home for Tedan. They weren't coming back. Not this time. He stood there, staring, watching as the two bodies they could get to were picked up, carried through the portal. Numb, he followed after a moment or two, having no better ideas than to follow Bix. As he'd done so many times before - even though the other would never speak again, now.
[exit]
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:42 pm
Mitsu stood in silence watching Red and Cael as they fought. She barely noted the hunters around them had become vulnerable, all she knew was that the hunter they had the most trouble with was down. Red had done it.
Crimson eyes flickered from the scene to the remaining hunters, making no reaction to Red's instruction for them to flee. She was still far too conflicted on how she felt though there were a few she would certainly sink her teeth into if given the chance. Especially now that they were weak and defenseless, like baby chicks in a nest.
She watched them one by one retreat to the portal, some dragging others to safety. Her eyes didn't move from where they were disappearing but her question was still directed at Shun when she spoke. "Are we going home now?" She had a promise to upkeep with Red and she would uphold it and make sure she crossed the threshold into Halloween. For once, it appeared to be an easy task.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:43 pm
Madison could only stare, panting, cupping Kouki's tablet in her hand, as the Insanity-laden freak tore at Caelius. There was so much red, so much... so was this it? Was this the end?
For Caelius, perhaps, but not for her. She took the out she was given, though she glared poisonously at Red the entire way through, until the sizzle of the portal took her.
She who fights and runs away...
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:44 pm
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"So is this it.... is he done for and his weapon too?" She looked back sadly, to where Shehk had once been a twist of guilt in her gut. To gain something something else must be lost.
"Shehk... she had one of those, those crystals didn't she?" She looked back to Red again. "Is she... gone?" The last word was forced out somewhat, something she didn't want to face. She still had Siddie, but to lose Shehk would be just as painful.
"I guess more importantly, can we go home? All of us?"
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Red remained still, a tall and imposing figure. She did not look at Sammy as she watched the hunters flee. There was an air of smug satisfaction with the werewolf. She could feel their hatred, their anguish, their suffering. More importantly she drank in the pure fear the hunters generated. It was her ambrosia; if it held a liquid form she would be sipping its sweet taste from a delicate martini glass, one pinkie raised in a ridiculous yet pompously elegant fashion.
"There will be a time to talk once they have left," the werewolf-weapon growled. "They will bring word back to their others. They will know that Halloween is no longer something for them to hunt, for the Hunters have become our prey."
The two words went hand in hand, his eyes had been locked on Riley, only glancing away for a moment to bare witness to Cael and Red. In the end it was all blood. The sight caused him to double over spilling what little was left in his stomach onto the ground.
<< Roland we have to get away you ca- >>
The voice was gone, the song was gone. The humming, the whining and begging and pleading where all gone. Sylvia was no longer a glowing scythe in his hand, but a stone tablet that weighed on his soul and hand. He tugged the tablet to his chest shivering suddenly.
He looked at Riley eyes wide. He took a step back. "I can't... I won't die... n-not today." He turned sideways moving quickly stumbling as he ran for the portal looking back, the image of the mindflayer lasting in his eyes at this point now.
He needed to get home, he had to save Sylvia. He needed her.
He didn't want to die.
EXIT
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:48 pm
Sharra stood, dumbfounded, as Red and Caelius shared their moment, tension, emotions and adrenaline mounted high all around him.
And then it was over, Caelius had fallen, and the Hunters had been rendered insignificant. For now. The demon couldn't help but feel that they'd be back in full vengeance for what the red-clad werewolf had done to their leader. It was an endless struggle, and now there were tears, fallen comrades, and those who still needed a damn shoulder to cry on. Even the Hunters seemed decimated...because in the end...
...in the end they were all people who had full potential to lose that which was dear to them. If the black and white of the situation was no longer clear, then that left them to the greyness of Insanity. Heh. Tragedy, that.
Gritting his teeth as claws brushed across his wound for the sheer sake of grounding himself, Sharra watched the retreat of the Hunters, as they and Halloweeners alike began to move, to collect their fallen, to mourn their dead.
They'd won. They'd won, but it somehow didn't seem entirely like a victory.
Eyes turning wearily to Red, he wondered what would happen next. Was it finally time to go home?
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Though the thought to try and pick off a fleeing hunter or two, Shun found himself unable to do just that. Something was preventing him from going through the motions. Oh well. Glancing towards Mitsu as he heard her question, he thought on it for a moment or so, then looked back to where Red now stood.
"I hope so. It seems she'll be able to see the moon again after all."
Hunters becoming their prey. He caught that snippet.
Quite frankly, he liked that thought. A lot.
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:52 pm
Ryan slowly got to his feet, one arm firmly wrapped around Locke, while he gingerly shifted the other. He didn't bother to look at where the death lead had fallen. He didn't care. A part of Ryan was glad that Caelius was gone. He hated the man. He hated how he used and discarded people and that hatred was likely to stay long after his defeat.
Steadying himself, he was about to step through the portal, back to the island, but stopped, hesitating. Did he really want to go back? Back with the people who had attacked Bix and Ceres, treating them as monsters, to a place where they were nothing more than sacrificial pawns? Would be even be allowed back? He let out a ragged sigh, finally taking a step forward and clutching the stone tablet tighter to his chest.
No choice.
Regardless of his feelings, or the consequences, he had to return Locke to the one place he could get some help. It was the least he could do for the carbuncle.
"Lets just get out of here." He muttered to Saya.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:52 pm
There wasn't even a growl of protest as Red took the bracelet that Shehk had come to wear as a token of those who had passed through her fingers - her care and her failures - and took it upon herself instead. A small stash of stolen FEAR, and perhaps the hungers of the world all rested inside of that gleaming purple crystal - her energy, her existance. Once before she'd given herself into Red's hands just to be pulled apart.
History liked to repeat itself.
As Red's howl pierced through the fog, she found herself wanting to howl as well - a beast of the night, rising to live again. Red was as much of a Pricolici as she was, as far as Shehk cared, yet she barely was able to take in one shuddering blood-filled breath before the strange pulling sensations began - it was time to go. To where? To be honest, she didn't know. Yet it pulled so eagerly that she wanted to grasp it tightly, to reach out and grab what was pulling at her and hold it to her chest, to try and calm it. It wasn't time to go...was it?
The notion pulled at her in more ways than one, her bloody form beginning to almost peel as though she was an apple being expertly skinned, a single ribbon pulling apart and fading into fog, starting at her feet and hands and slowly working their ways up. At least, to her it was slow. It was as if a merry go round of colorless images that she couldn't recall in her life played through her head, a flash of color here and there - red. A hand reached out for her and she mentally willed herself to take it, her hand scattering in the gesture as she fed into that image her mind created for her.
Did you miss me?
Yes.
Good. I missed you too. It is time to go.
His voice was soothing, familiar. She slowly leaned into the figment of her fading mind, her body scattering just as her hand had when she moved it - the only thing left regrets that would never be avenged, not by those who were unaware of what dark hatreds had begun to seed hunger inside of her mind.
But she'd always wanted to sleep - like the dead now, a feat that had truly slipped through her grasp with her first attempt at such difficulties in the past. Rest, rebirth, Red. The cycle would be fed into by her body when it became the grass and the antelope ate the grass.
All paths lead to the same end.
They all walked underneath the same moon.
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:54 pm
Somewhere in all of the fighting, Aksaja had lost track of Sharra again, but once things slowed down . . . once they were essentially forced to stop fighting . . . his gaze almost instantly swept around, looking for his friend. Especially once he realized that two of the Hunters were dead. Three? Somehow, he wasn't sure if Caelius could be defeated like that but . . . from the way the Hunters were acting as they left, it seemed possible.
Edging over toward the nergal boil he'd finally spotted, the lighting dragon moved to touch the other's shoulder lightly. His own wounds were still bleeding and he was exhausted by this point but . . . he didn't know what to do next. The words "go home" had come to mean something . . . not so safe anymore, thanks to the fog and insanity of this place. "Do you think . . . he's really gone? That we'll go after them now?" he murmured softly. What next? That seemed to be the question of the day.
The battle had utterly exploded around him, and left Chryses lost and stunned. He was not a fighter, and so he had simply done his best not to get swept up. He remembered passing out, and waking up again with the voices that had torn at him lessened, almost gone; that was a comforting thing.
And then he watched someone, Red, they called her, utterly shred apart the mightiest of the Hunters present. There was a sick glee in the grin on his face. He had had few encounters with those that called themselves Hunters, but already he had a very deep, intense dislike of them.
And it seemed, this time, that Halloween had won. Well. That was something he could certainly be happy with.
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