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You know how in NYC there's so many crimes and deaths each day? Have you ever wondered if someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes? Well, Able has. Able is the founder of an organization that takes care of these sort of things. You see, Able is one of the few humans on earth that have been in contact with mythical creatures and the supernatural, and becase of this encounter he has grown to become what they call Shadowhunters, humans who will hunt down these creatures who do wrong before they can do any real harm to anyone. Althought these Shadowhunters are fairly strong and skilled fighters, there is one demon whom they can never really get rid of. They call her the 'Bloody Pink butterfly' since in all of her killings, she leaves a butterfly painted in the blood of her victim on a wall near the body, letting everyone who sees the crime scene know that she was the one who'd done it, and that no one is ever safe while she's around. But one day Able had come across her at a critical and vulnerable time; with a rush of excitement and adrenaline, Able had taken the 'Bloody Pink Butterfly' to an abandoned warehouse, the shock of actually seeing her had been overwhelming and he didn't think straight before taking her there. What will happen when she awakes? Will she break out into a rampage and try to escape? How will Able handle this scenario?


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Username: -Forget-Me-Never-Ever-
Name: Santana Marquez
Age: 16
Race: Unknown Demon
Personality: Depends on which one has control; in her killer mode, she's viscious, she's crude and she's out for blood.... even if it's her own. In her other modes; find out for yourself.
Bio: Santana was always left alone when she was little becasue her parents always forgot she even existed as well as her siblings did, and out of loneliness, she created several personalities. One day, she created a personality that was an unstoppable murderer. She has been wanted nationally for most of her life, considering she was so young when she created this deadly personality. In all of her life time, she's killed millions of people; men, women, children, age nor gender had any effect on her decision to kill them. She has had many hunters try and capture her, but none have been successful, and it is said that the reward for her is over 5 million dollars and growing at an incredible rate at this point.
Powers,skills,talents,weapon: Control over shadows and blood, telekinesis
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Username: Uchihas_blackrose
Name: Able Cross
Age: 18
Race: Human
Personality: Usually calm, likes to work thinks out with words, gentlemen, can be harsh when needs be.
Bio: After comming face to face with a demon who killed his family, he vowed to take care of anything paranormal that harms others, even though he'd rather talk it out to calm them down, but that usually isnt the case.
Powers/skills/talents/weapon: Great agility and swiftness, good aim, is armed with a pistol, a wooden stake, a katana, and shuriken
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The pink hair of the demon was the last thing the man saw before he died from loss of blood. On the wall of the alley, beside the man's body, there was a large intricate drawing of a butterfly in his blood. His last dying words were, "The 'Bloody.... Pink.... Butterfly'..... may you..... burn in hell..... for your sins...." his breath caught in his throat on his last word and his eyes glazed over as his body went limp. The man was dead.

Her right hand was covered in blood, along with her stomach. Her left hand clutched her stomach, where the blood was thickest and she winced. That damn old fool had a trick up his sleeve and he used the power of a demon that he'd summoned before to try and take her down, but that demon was no match for an 'Unknown' demon. She slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall, her pink hair had fallen into her face as she grunted. She looked down at her left hand. Tch. Blood was dripping from her hand and falling to the concrete, making a quiet sizzling sound before it disappeared on contact. She was panting by now and she couldn't move, the wound wouldn't be fatal to her, but it would hinder her abilities for quite a while.

Gasping, Santana's head whipped up and over her shoulder as ahe felt movement in the shadows from an outside force. The movement had made her dizzy as she looked at the man staring at her. She attmepted to stand, but it was no use, she was suffereing from fatigue at this point and she couldn't move her legs, her eyelids feeling heavy and her thoughts wer becoming jumbled and blurry as she slumped forward, still panting harshly. As she tried to crawl away, her arms gav in and she fel flat on her stomach, but her wound had landed on a shard of glass from a broken bottle and she cried out in agony, writhing in pain. Damn, she was going to get caught this time.... what'll happen to her? She'd never been in a situation where she was ever this close to being caught so she'd never given a thought as to what would happen if she would be caught. Fear, a rather rare emotion for her, had swarmed her mind, but it didnt matter how scared she was, she was too weak to do anything, and she was just about to pass out anyway.

She winced when he picked her up. What the hell? Why isn't he dragging her along to turn her in? That's what they normally do, she'd watched them before with another demon, but instead he took her to a warehouse and set her on the floor. She looked up at him through her bangs, her eyes threatening to shut, but she fought to hold them open, "Human.... what are you.... planning?" she asked, wincing as she sat up and pulled the glass from her wound. She coughed up a bit of blood and spit on the floor, then wiped the blood from her mouth, glaring up at the man. She ignored the sizzle of her blood and concrete's contact as she leaned against a wall at least five feet from him, her shoulder against the cool wall felt nice on her hot skin.

Santana let out a painful chuckle, shaking her head, "Oh...? And how.... would you know?" she asked, using her forearm to push herself off the wall, her legs were weak and about ready to cave in, but she stood there firmly, her eyes glinting with anger, "None of.... those demons.... or other.... underworlders deserved... the treatment you...... gave them." she said, the pain of her stomach had become so intense the color drained from her face and her eyes were glazing over and dulling. She clutched her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding, but it didn't work, the action only making her look weaker and more pitiful.