《— they are coming.》

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hunters. he knew the both of them could handle
themselves, but these were not the usual breed.
no, these were different. dead set on getting
the one person he trusted these days.

that wouldn’t stand. not at all, but even ky knew
his limits, going up against a group wouldn’t earn
him any favors. sure, he could take them out, but
he’d be in worse condition than last time. so, that
was out of the question. what they needed was a plan.

                                 “ — any bright ideas? ”  he asked, lips forming into
                                 a thin-line as his arms slid calmly behind his back. 
                                  “ or is it the usual today? ”   

《i’ll drag you back screaming.》

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getting out of there was the only option at this point.
he needed to breathe. he needed to actually take a
breath of fresh daylight air – something that he’d
been lacking for several weeks. maybe that was
why he’d been debating leaving – not forever -,
but only for a few hours. just enough to actually
stretch his legs properly, but it seemed vlad
wasn’t about to have that.

 a deep breath was taken in and then let out slowly.
he needed to focus  – to not let his anger get the
best of him, but as with all other times it failed.
his hands balled into fight fists as his heart
rate sped up. 

suffice to say, ky didn’t think leaving for a few
 hours – not even five – was a big deal, but
apparently it was. so much so that a threat
– or maybe it was a promise was issued
towards that fact.

                                 “you think you’re so cleve don’t you? attempting to order me around, but
                                  here’s the thing.” he took a step forward. “you won’t get the chance
                                  to really drag me back here.”

or rather, that was what he thought – a compromise 
was possible. even something he could do, but why?
ky didn’t feel the need to. not now. so he’d push the
other’s buttons just enough and try to pick up the
pieces later. if he even got that chance

                                     “five hours,” he said, tone falling flat as he spoke his next few words. 
                                    “i’m sure you can handle yourself with-out me for that long, can’t you?”

// @impcler

“We don’t have time for torture. Kill them and be done with it.”

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          “are you serious right now?”  he knew they were on a time restraint, but that didn’t mean ky couldn’t have some sort of amusement. he didn’t like guns and doubted he ever would, but he had to admit that in a crunch they’d do the job… especially in times like this.he ran a hand over his face-  weighing the options in his mind about what he should do. of course she was serious. why wouldn’t she be? still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t voice his slight disgust, but more of a keen disinterest towards having to end them before he had his -version of  so called – fun. “killing them right away would be a mercy. something i don’t think they deserve.” bold words, but he wasn’t making the  calls here – she was. something he’d have to get used to.

“I’m sorry this had to go down like this.”

Was she really that sorry? Most likely not – no one truly was these days. He wasn’t, why should anyone else? He lost a fight and in turn almost his life. Ky’lar may have been foolish, but one moment he thought things were going well and the next he found himself slammed harshly against a wall. Once  that happened, everything turned hazy, and he didn’t -or maybe he didn’t want to- remember much.

    “Doubtful,” He said bluntly, hands slipping into his pockets. “Losing would have happened sooner or later.”