In and around the warehouse, Anthony and Fiachra were lurking. The two were looking for somewhere safe to bed down for the night. Safe places were getting less and less as the days went by. As the two silently crept into the warehouse, Fiachra felt her fingers brush against, someone's clothing? She froze, Anthony waited still by her side. A few seconds silence, then  a scream. Fiachra has probably brushed against someone frightening them. Her screaming was not good, it might attract killers. Fiachra leapt backwards, she wasn't going to hang around while this girl screamed.

Anthony grabed a hold of Fiachra's arm. She wasn't going to run off into the dark where he couldn't find her. In one simple, sharp movement, Anthony had also clamped his hand over the screaming girl's mouth. "Shh." He whispered into her ear. "You'll attract the wrong kind of attention." All the while he was using a hushed voice, but also one that was comforting. Or he at least tried to make his voice sound conforting. "Before you get the wrong idea. I'm not going to kill you. Unless you're a killer." He paused for a moment. "I doubt that killers scream though." He looked at the girl for a moment, or tried to, it was dark in here and hard to see. But satisfied that if he took his hand away, she would not scream, Anthony did so. He let his hand slip by his side, still keeping hold of Fiachra's arm. He knew that when it came to killers, Fiachra could be flightly, she was worried that they would come now because of this girl's scream.

Fiachra stood where she was, listening out for any sounds that might indicate a killer's approach. Then she heard a feamle call out, she sounded, well demanding for one. Her calling out could give away her position, correction, will give away her position. Fiachra hessitated for a while, before replying. "Hai!?" She called out, her words may cause killers to become attracted to the warehouse, but if this comforted the female calling out, it was worth it. "We're down near the entrance, I think." Fiachra looked around in the pitch black, searching. "Where are you?"

Trinity walked silently down an old, dirty road. She felt as though something was going to happen. The air around her seemed tense. Just behind her walked Cedric. He was carrying a gun that suited his size. "Find any yet?" his voice asked her in a half-ish whisper. Trinity shook her head.

"Not yet. But I feel like we're going to run into something," she replied. Her voice was soft, and her voice as a whisper was even softer. Cedric, however, had gotten used to this over the years and understood her completely. They came to a broken down building. It stood there, menacing.

"The typical haunted building," Cedric mused, peering sideways at Trinity. "I guess this means we go in?" he asked. He wasn't really asking. He was more like teasing; of course they were going in. Trinity smiled.

"Bingo," she said. They walked closer the the strange building when suddenly a scream ripped through the silence of the night. Alarmed, Trinity stopped abruptly. Cedric grimaced.

"What was that?" he muttered. Trinity broke into a run towards the building, Cedric following in pursuit.

Inside the building really was creepy. It was dark, and everything seemed to be looking at the two. But they had gotten used to this feeling over the years of working together. Even though Cedric was just a human, he was strong and strategic. Trinity suspected this had to do with his history; it was something Cedric had never revealed.

Trinity's eyes spotted a small group of people. She tapped Cedric's arm and indicated where the people were gathering.

"Uhhhh, Im near a bunch of boxes." She said then walked around almost silenty.She stopped to listen, but it was mostly silent except for the people near the front doors. Pistol in hand she slid to the doors and saw the two people slightly. "Okay I found you,now what?" she asked a little calm, but her voice was tight. She was trying not to show she as scared. "The killers are probably gonna check this place soon, always do." Then she continued " But I know a place to hide."

((sorry,total fail XD))

Tessa stood a still as she could. There were three people, maybe more. She had been an idiot, and acted on first impulse. Stupid, stupid stupid she cursed herself. Tessa *censored*essed the situation. There was the girl who had called out, obviously human. Then the other girl who had called back, and last but not least the most dangerous, the guy who had grabbed her. His presence was strange, not unlike that of the Hunters, but it was sort of different....

"We've been noticed," Cedric murmured to Trinity. "We might as well show ourselves." Trinity nodded and walked out of the corner of shadow in which they had been hiding. Sighing, she met the eyes of Tessa. "We're not Killers," she said reluctantly. That's when she felt it; everyone who wasn't a human probably felt it too. Something was coming. Something bad. Cedric looked to Trinity.

"Feel something?" he asked. Trinity nodded.

"Well... We could fight it... Or we could hide..." Trinity muttered. She looked at Dawn. "You know a place to hide?"

“Guess fighting is unavoidable, then,” Cedric said, bringing out his gun. Trinity nodded in agreement. All she did was take off the pair of gloves she was wearing.

“It won’t be easy fighting here for you, will it?” she asked Cedric, concerned for him and the other people in the room. He sighed and smiled at her.

“Just because I’m a normal human doesn’t mean I can’t defend myself,” he said. Trinity chuckled a bit, in spite of the situation.

“And now we wait,” she said simply.

Dare strode forward. There were six people. His eyes quickly adjustesd for the dark, and he made out the figures. Two of them were Hunters, which was not that bad. When he drew the first blood, Killers would flock here in hordes. He just had to get one.

The girl in the corner was the weakest, by far. But, she was protected by three of them. Much easyer to go for the pair in the center. Dare raised his sword and ran towards them, quickly, but silently.

ooc; sry that it took me forever!

Trinity took a deep breath; this was the moment she liked best. The moment before battle. That split second where her eyes locked with the enemy's taking everything in at one time. She could see out the corner of her eyes Dawn, opening a way to escape. She could sense the others around her tensing, getting ready. Some to fight, some to run. Beside her, Cedric was leaning slightly to the left, obviously about to dodge out of the Killer's attack and shoot with his gun when the Killer wouldn't have time to react.

I am a hunter. He will have most trouble with me, the Luck Stealer Trinity thought to herself. When she was twelve, she had been affected by the toxin in the air in a curious way. She wasn't as changed as the Killers were, no. But now whenever she had physical contact with somebody... She stole their luck. It was a blessing... And a curse. The curse being that if Trinity stole too much of a person's luck, they would probably die by some freak accident, or get badly injured. It was extremely hard to control, and taxed her energy if she used it too much. But she had learned a way to harness this change that had happened to her in a way that was easier to control and cost less of her energy.

She had to concentrate. She closed her eyes. In the back of her mind, she could hear the enemy's footsteps running towards her, the Killer's sword aiming for her heart... She concentrated on her right hand. This was all happening fast, but to Trinity it was happening slowly. She lifted her right hand, making her palm face towards the Killer's heart. Only a Hunter would be able to see what happened now, or a powerful human. A small whisp of what looked like silver light came out of Trinity (somehow) and morphed into what appeared to be a silver bullet.

Her eyes flicked wide open. Hoping she had aimed well, she flicked her wrist and the bullet flew towards the Killer. It might miss... It might hit...

Dare rolled his shoulders back, quickly smacking his hands against the floor, and flipped to his left. He straitened quickly. He grinned at the female Hunter, showing his sharp teeth. She was fast, but not fast enough. She was so close to there...

-flashback-

Dare stood above a hudled girl, she was bleeding. He laughed visiously. 

"You thought you could fight me, didn't you? What a tragic mistake." He barked harshly at her. Her labored breaths were loud in the quiet night. She glared up at him, her blond hair falling in her face. Her hands curled tightly around her middle, holding together her kinfe wound. She opened her mouth.

"One day, one day, you will be fought, and they will WIN." She whispered defiantly, her voice growing louder as she spoke. Dare threw back his head and laughed.

"Well, it wont be you!" He stabbed down. "I will not be you-"

-present day_

"Angie" he whispered, eyes clouded over. If he was functioning properly, he would have seen it. A black arrow speed forward, and barried itself in his shoulder. Twenty feet away, Tessa stodd, her bow raised.

ooc; sry, totally random...