Alyx snarled quickly, and landed on all fours, and skidding around the old floor of the warehouse. He dug his fingernails into the rotten wood of the planks near the door and growled, his angular face twisting into a mask of malice. He darted forewards and wrapped his hand around Zoey's ankle, and pulled sharpley, heaving her towards the rotten floorboards above the basement. The soft boards would surley give way as soon as Zoey landed, so Alyx stood up and brushed off his shirt and smile wickeldy, sharp teeth glinting in the half-light.

Zoey grimaced as the Killer grabed her ankle, she heard it fracture as she was thrown around the way you see cartoons slinging people, hitting the floorboards. Hard. She she hit them they groaned and cracked, giving way as she barreled through them. They flew up and out of the way, she smelled blood and realized it was her own as a plank went threw her left arm.

Her arm felt as if it were on fire, but she somehow managed to grip a piece of sturdy wood before plummiting down to the next floor of the warehouse. She looked down in time to see the own rotten wood break into a million pieces on the cement below.  She heaved herself up, using all of the strength she had. She gasped for breath leaning over with her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain in her arm. She pulled the wood from her shoulder, she glared at the Killer. Death in her eyes as her own blood dripped from th wood piece, it soaked the left side of her shirt.

With a flick of the wrist, she sent the board flying through the air, racing at bullet speed directly for the male Killer. She was very skilled with a dagger, and this was closed enough, barreling straight for his heart.

Fiachra sighed and rolled her eyes. She had a crying pas-senger. She didn't like it when people cried, it had a negative effect on herself. She also didn't like having to comfort people, she had done it all too often and everytime she did so it brought back memories that were best forgotten. Even though the crying of her pas-senger  annoyed her slightly, Fiachra was rather sympathetic and understanding. If you had to cry, you just had to cry. No point trying not to because it won't make you feel any better. People normaly felt better after showing thier dispair.

Fiachra's foot was hovering over the gas pedal. As soon as her next pas-senger was to get in her foot would come down so hard on that pedal, it might as well snap off. She hoped to god it was a strong pedal. Fiachra checked the the ammount of fuel in the tank. She tapped the display on the dashboard. The tank was pretty full. Obviously the last people to drive this hadn't gotten very far. It was a grim thought, but someone was going to think it at some point. Right now her only concerns were getting herself and the other two girls to safety and also that Anthony would be alright.

~~~

Anthony grimaced, only allowing himself to hiss with discomfort at the pain that had shot through his shoulder. His skin was beginign to heal over the dagger. Reaching bahind him, Anthony pulled the dagger from his shoulder with seemingly no comlaint of effort. Anthony then rose to his feet, placing the dagger back with other curiosities in his belt hold. He was surprised that this female killer let him stand at all. Normaly, killers were likely to attack when hunters were weakened and keep on attacking untill the hunter was in such a state where he or she could no longer heal. Then they would kill. This killer seemed different, like she was wanting to fight fair, or was just waiting.

Waiting for what? That's when he noticed the fight going on behind him between another Hunter and the other male killer. It was obious that the hunter needed help. This killer she was up against was stronger than Anthony had predicted and much more cunning too. Currently he had managed to throw her onto some rotting planks. If he had done that with enough force, the female hunter was sure to fall through. Luckily for now she didn't, but one little movement could probably send her falling. Anthony was desperate to help her now.

He was about to turn when he realised that he'd be turning his back on the female killer. Perhaps this is what she had been waiting for. For him to turn his back on her then she would attack when he was off-gurad. ANthony was torn now. It was a question of help a fellow hunter and risk losing a fight or leave her to see how she fared and still risk losing. "Crap." Anthony muttered, he then cussed under his breath. He decided he'd just shout a warning to theother hunter. "Don't move!" He called out to her. But it seemd she was okay. That was some relief. "Never mi-"

~~

Acha cut off Anthony mid sentance. She wasn't prepared to listen to hunters talking for too long. Acha threw herself at Anthony, knocking him to the ground. She was sat upon his chest, grinning like the cheshire cat. The faint moonlight seemed to reflect off her teeth, she supposed the only thing this unfortunate hunter could see now were her many sharp teeth. That's when she decided she'd bite into his neck.

Her kind were like vampires to an extent. They were predators who had a thirst from blood and flesh along with pure human souls. Only thing, they are not vampires. Though they may act like ones. Vampires were un-dead, to her knowledge, Acha was pretty much alive. Or so she thought. Her teeth ripped into Anthony's neck, tearing out a chunk of flesh and ripping apart some blood vessels. She watched the crimson blood ooze from his neck. It looked such a pretty sight. Just to tease him further and cause him some discomfort, Acha ran her tongue along the newly made wound. Anthony could not protest. Acha's powerfull, yet fragile looking arms kept his arms pinned to the ground. Her knees were rested on his legs so that he couldn't move those either. To Acha's delight, all he could do was try to survive any attack she made on him. From here on, this hunter was damned.

"I think I'm going to play wiht you for a while." She whispered into his ear. "Only because I think, you're not all that bad. For prey that is." 

Acha tweaked Anthony's nose. That could have been a mistake because she let go of his right arm. Before he could do anything with it, she soon had it pinned to the ground again. The wound she had made was already healed. She grinned, it was obious he was a fast healer, probably as fast as killers themselves. She was right about him being strong, but she was stronger. Much stronger. This guy now stood no chance. Acha lunged at his throat again, this time lower down, biting into his collar bone which made a rather satisfying crunch.

Anthony screamed.

OOC: dun dun dun. Fail ._.

((Yipes. I leave for one second and come back to see three extra pages xD -stares at everyone's long posts- Yeesh, you guys can sure make a long post in a short amount of time.. How do you manage that? O.o

I read through all the posts (that took forever) but I'm still shaky on some of the details. Who's in the car, and who's still fighting in the warehouse thing, and who's running away? D; Sorry...  Wait, I take it back. I think I got it. ;3 ))

Trinity cursed. I missed she thought. She didn't close her eyes. She locked eyes with the Killer, waiting for the blow, when an arrow whizzed by her head, missing her by a fraction, and embedding itself in the Killer's shoulder. She quickly got out of the way. She cursed again, mentally kicking herself.  Now her energy was down, too. She couldn't produce the same attack again... And in order to steal the Killer's luck, she'd need to get close. Much too close for comfort. Cedric saw Trinity miss. He ran to her side, reading her ex
pression. After years of being with her and fighting with her, he could tell that she didn't have much energy left for a powerful attack. He whirled into the action, for the time being. That is, until another Killer joined the fray... And a couple more Hunters.

A male hunter was locked in a furious battle with the second Killer. Cedric's  eyes, though human, saw that this hunter was experienced. He was fast and strategic, although the Killer, too, looked like trouble. He wished he could help in some way, but couldn't use his gun lest he kill the Hunter in the process. Cedric wished sometimes that he could be more helpful, but since he wasn't a hunter, he had to rely more on Trinity. Which angered him greatly at times like these. At least he was still human. The toxin hadn't affected him so far. There were times where Cedric wished he was a Hunter, though, mostly because he'd be able to be more of a help to people. It was a love-hate relashionship to be human, for him. Sometimes he wondered how Trinity felt about being a Hunter.

Trinity stood up after a few moments. She had been staring as Killers and Hunters alike came into the tiny warehouse. She had been in situations like this, but it rarely happened. And when it did, there was likely to be deaths. She was about to plunge back into the battle, when she saw the female Killer lunge at the male Hunter's throat and bite his collar bone. Dangit... No... Why am I always too late? That Hunter was lucky if he was still alive after that attack.

Cedric saw this happen too and aimed at the Killer carefully, so as not to kill the Hunter (unless of course he was dead already). He squeezed his hands on the trigger and sent the bullet flying, hopeing it would hit. All Trinity could do was watch and wait to see what the outcome was, though she had a bad feeling nagging at her.

One person always dies she thought. The Killers were terrible. If only this toxin had never existed. The world itself, in Trinity's eyes, was decaying. Everthing was going wrong. For every good thing that happened, another worse event would occur. This was something she had learned. Nobody and nothing had proved this wrong yet. Trinity had seen many deaths and had fought many Killers. Sometimes she thought it was futile to keep on doing so. Why did she keep on fighting? The cycle would go on and on. But she still fought.

OoC: I always tend to write a lot ._. it's a sorta habit right now.

Acha was enjoying this. She had rather a strong hunter, pinned to the ground, bleeding heavily. Sure the would would heal quickly, but she'd been quick enough to make another wound. Soon he'd bleed to death. She watched as his blood began to clot and the missing flesh grow back. Acha smiled a frightening smile while looking into the hunter's grey eyes. His eyes were becoming duller, looking rathe rlifeless. Acha was rather dissapointed in this hunter. She thought he had been stronger than this, that he would be a challenge. He was just like the rest of the trash, weak and useless.

Anthony's wound had completely healed by now. Acha went to lunge for his throat again but failed to do so. She had been so caught up with this hunter that she failed to think of the tohers, both hunters and humans alike, that would be ready to defend this one. A silver bullet whizzed through the air. The faint moonlight that seeped in through the holes in the roof caught the silvery surface, reflecting off it. That's how Acha managed to see it in time. She ducked out of it's way, the bullet p*censored*ed through her colourless hair which looked almost silver in the moonlight.

Her head was now rested on Anthony's chest. She was glaring at the human who had attempted to shoot her, as well as Anthony himself. That's when she had the idea. Acha grinned to herself, before moving her lips to Anthony's ear. "I am bored of you now." She whispered. Her voice was cold and each word seemed to sting like ice. Acha then went to kneel by Anthony's leg. Her cool fingers took hold of his ankle. Each movement seemd to be slow and careful, untill the last minute.

Using her incredible strength, she picked Anthony off the ground by a flick of her wrist. Acha then threw him to the ground once more, being satisfied by the grinding sound of snaping bones and Anthony's choked cry of pain. Lifting him once more she threw him at high speed twoards the human that had attempted to shoot her. She laughed.

Anthony was helpless through the whole scene. All he could do was let this female killer do what she pleased. Though only being injured four times, he'd lost a large ammount of blood each time. He thought it was over when she'd bitten into his neck for the second time. It was a weak point, one that spilt the most blood. Luckily he'd been able to heal quickly enough. The last time she had lunged for his throat he had definately thought it was over. Luckily someone had fired thier gun, letting Anthony avoid having his throat ripped out, which is what seemd to be her intention.

Even though this killer was distracted for a moment, she didn't seem to let go of him. His arms were still pinned to the groud, Anthony's body was useless to him now. That's when the killer sent a chill down his spine, just whispering those few words made a sence of doom wash over him like a wave. This killer was strong, she seemed to be able to throw him around like an old doll. Anthony felt his stomache lurch as she threw him into the air. She brought him back down soon enough. Anthony felt his ribs give way, a few of them cracked, a couple tore his skin. It seemed like every organ in his body had moved fowards slightly, that's just from the impact, this killer had obiously made him come down hard and fast.

Just before everything went black, Anthony felt himself being thrown like and old and broken doll that no one wanted. It was obvious where she was throwing him. Into someone else. This didn't comfort him. If he'd have been thrown into a wall he wouldn't mind so much, but knowing that he might hurt someone else, it was painfull. Before knowing if he was going to hit anyone the night seemed to close in all around him. His mind darkened and his eyelids dropped.

The pain had dissapeared, as had all other feelings, but he was not dead. Anthony wa spretty sure of that. Or was he? His mind seemed to be working still. And he could see things, only things that were not real. Anthony found that he was drowning. Drowning in darkness, it was getting deeper all around him, closing in, crushing him. He couldn't breath. Anthony struggled, he seemed to want to work his way up, to the surface. Which way was up? This dark world was confusing. It was cold to. Lonely. Anthony was lost in a sea of black, not knowing if he was going to live or not. He knew he'd be lucky if he did. Hopefully there would be someone who would help, someone who would pull him to the surface so that he could breath again.

~~~

Fiachra was sat rather imaptiently in the car when it came. The sudden gut feeling. That feeling people usually got when something bad was going to happen. Normaly to someone close. There was only one person close to her at this current period in time. Anthony. Something bad was happening to him. Fiachra desperatly wanted to go and help him now, but she had promised him that she'd get away and she had two people to help get away now too. He'd made a promise to her too, he promised that he would come find her once he was out. What if he never got out? Fiachra hated to think it, but it was a possibility. He'd probably break his promise if he was fighting alone. She could break her own to him. It was only fair.

Fiachra turned to the girl in the back of the car. "You better hope to god this other girl can drive 'cause I'm leaving you now." She began to explain, determination seemed prominant in her voice. "If not then you're screwed. I'm sorry but... my friend. I think he needs help."

She didn't wait to see if this girl would protest. Fiachra removed her seatbelt and in less than two seconds she was out of the car and racing back twoards the abandones warehouse, which ironically didn't seem all that abandoned what with all these people inside it. Fiachra removed the dagger that Anthony had given her from her belt and held it against her chest. This thing was her only weapon, and perhapse the only thing left of Anthony too. No! Shut it! She thought to herself. But she couldn't help thinking it. She picked up her pace, searching now for the small human-sized hole she had escaped from. She'd have to go back through that to get inside again. Being human her eyes weren't as good as Anthony's and no matter how hard she looked she couldn't find this hole, not even the faint light from the moon helped. Fiachra panicked now. That's when she heard Anthony cry out in pain. Her fears for her friend now took over, she had to make it inside and help.

((-Mouth drops open-))

Alyx licked his lips and ducked, fast, but not fast ehough to escape a hit. The rotton wood sliced through his shoulder, and the tall Killer winced. He cracked his neck and snarled. He backed away from the fallen Hunter, crimson blood runng downhis pale skin, pooling on the neds of his fingers until dripping off, a steady stream of life. The stream sharnk, then eventually stopped, the sliced knitting itself back together, tendon and muscle writhing together, before papaer white skin stretched and met. Alyx was tired of this. He hadn't even gotten a meal, and this Hunter had managed to break most of his bones, slice open his shoulder, and puncture one of his lungs. This was no longer a game. The fun had run out like the blood off his arm long ago. Alyx doubted he could kill the Hunter without sustaning another injury.

He backed away, then heard a gunshot, he twisted his head to peer at the human who seemed to be fireing a gun. For some reason, no other Killer had bothered to attack him, as he did not have blood runnig off his peron, or any vivible wounds. Alyx dropped to the ground, creeping forewards slowley. He snarled and lunged at the human, imagining his fragile bones cracking under his sharp teeth, his pale flesh tearing open, being stained red before his eyes lost their light. Alyx probably wouldn't much of him. He would leave enough so he could be recognized by any loved ones present.

He dug his nails into the back of Cedris's shoulder, hissing widley. He had approached from the back, and he prepared to take the first bite from the soft human, going for the neck of the foolish boy who had ventured into a fight to strong for him.

     Zoey gasped in pain, her wound would not close completely, there were too many large splinters there, but most of the pain left as most of the wound healed. She watched as the Killer helf-way dodged her personalized stake. She was grateful that it had made contact at all. She would have to step up her game, she could hear Killers on the move just under 5 miles from here. She cursed. Hearing a gun shot, she looked up in time to see the Female hunter dodge it. Then her onw opponent, went after the human that had fired the gun. She jumped up and raced after him, she couldn't let him get to the human, he would not heal.

     "I am bored of you now." Was all she heard before the body of the male Hunter was being thrown threw the air, straight for the Human and Killer. This all happened in a matter of seconds, little under a minute. "Damn it." She redirected her course. A few seconds before impact she had managed to throw herself between the Humand and flying Hunter, throwing her arms out to try and prevent the impact. He slamed into her, his own ribs impaled her stomach and she flew backwards, knocking the Killer away from the Human in the process. Maybe her luck had turned.

    She landed on the floor of the ware house and skidded a few feet, but not before landing onto of the Killer first. "Ah!" She huffed, Hunter in hand. She head smashed into the pavement of the warehouse floor, makimng her see stars. She groaned, unable to move for the time being, but she managed to ask the Hunter if he was alive. "Are yyou ok?" she whispered painfully.

(( Ok. Bye bye! XD ))

((O.o –speechless-  And yes I loovvee plot twists >:3 Though I don’t have any at the moment D; ))

So fast Cedric thought as Acha managed to dodge his bullet. She’s too strong and too experienced. Cedric watched as the Hunter’s body was thrown aside. To the Killer he was just another toy to play with. Cedric knew he should be calmer in battle; he should not let emotion control his actions. He glanced to once side; the Hunter was thrown into another girl. Hunter or human it didn’t matter. She seemed good. And yet Cedric couldn’t help it as he felt rage boiling inside him as he stared at the opponent. Cedric lost his composure and tensed himself, ready to foolishly charge when nails dug into the back of his shoulder. His gun clattered to the floor. He turned his head to see crazed, bloodthirsty eyes. He struggled but the Killer’s grip was like iron.

 “No!” Cedric knew that voice anywhere. It was Trinity. She was holding her dagger which she always kept with her.

“Fight me,” she said. Her hair shown silver as a beam of moonlight streamed into the warehouse. It seemed low in the sky. How long had this battle been going? It needs to end. Nobody here can fight forever Cedric thought. The nails that had dug into his shoulder were sharp and were beginning to draw fresh blood. Trinity looks tired. So it was true. The day before they had met a Killer and Trinity had used a lot of her energy on it. She hadn’t expected this to happen in a broken down warehouse.

A thought occurred to Cedric and Trinity then that had been nagging at the back of their minds throughout the whole fight. We might not make it out of this one. There was one Hunter down. Now there were two Killers. Trinity was a Hunter, and maybe that other girl. Cedric was experienced but he was human. He knew that they could also make an escape, but at the same time he knew he couldn’t let Killers as strong as these wander around freely.

OOC: Bump...

Fiachra finally found the gap in the wall, the clouds had moved and had cleared slightly. Knowing that the clouds were gas which caused the infection in the first place, someone must have been re-born tonight, hopefully as a hunter, most probably as a killer. Fiachra frowned, why had the world come to this? Fighting. Constant fighting. There was never a day where they hadn't been fighting for their lives, Anthony did the most fighting. As a human Fiachra was practically useless, she wished that she could be a hunter, just like Anthony, then she could finally fight alongside him and protect others as she wished to do for so long.

Fiachra was through the gap and was now moving silently through the warehouse, feeling her way along with her hands. She could hear the fighting going on, the sound of hunter in pain. It was a sad sound, one that made the fight seem useless. She walked a few more steps before her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, that's when the whole blooded scene became clear. Anthony was limp in the arms of a girl, she looked hurt herself, she wasn't a killer then. That being estabilished, Fiachra ran twoards them."Anthony!" Fiachra yelled, hoping that he would reply. She hoped even though she knew that he wouldn't reply. "Anthony!" She shouted again. She had reached the two hunters and knelt beside them. "Anthony... can, can you hear me? Anthony?"

Fiachra gently put her hands underneath Anthony's head, her fingers winding through his hair which was clotted with his own blood. She looked down at his clothes, they had become a crimson in colour, his ribs seemed to have torn through his skin and blood was seeping through making his shirt hug his body. Fiachra smiled down at him and pressed her forehead to his, eh was okay really, she'd seen him recover from worse than this. Just as these past few seconds had gone his bones had fused together again, new skin forming over them and healing. He'd stop bleeding soon and come around. Fiachra then looked at the female hunter who had caught him and saved him form more damage. "Thank you." She said simply. "Are, are you okay?"

~~~

Anthony was still drowning in this sea of black. it seemed a hopeless struggle to get to the surface, but if he stopped trying now, suerly he would drown. He would just have to keep on struggling, he couldn't go back on his promise, it wasn't like him to break a promise. In this dark land, it was cold and lonely, what if this was what the world had come to? What if Fiachra was lost too? If he had lost his friend then he h

 That's when he heard voices. The first was unfamiliar, female and sounded in pain. Anthony follwed that voice, but it dissapeared, leaving him lost again. Then someone was calling his name, the voice was familiar and worried. He followed the voice, it called out a few times and seemed to echo. He kept following the voice, fighting against the darkness. Then the light came into view. He could breathe, the crushing force of the dark was growing faint, the ligth getting stronger. He could feel himself escaping, being free and then he found the voice and broke free.

Anthony awoke to find Fiachra's head reasting on his own. That was a relief, she was okay. Whenever he lost a friend, he'd always felt that a part of him went along with them. Anthony coughed, chest shaking, un-healed ribs rattled indise his chest. Then Anthony felt the pain surge through his body, he gritted his teeth together and squirmed slightly. he didn't want to yell or cry out in pain, he didn't want his friend to hear something like that, he knew it would hurt her. Smoke began to rise form his body, it was a blood red in colour, that means all wound had healed. Anthony panted slightly, that used up a lot of energy.

~~~ 

Acha grinned at the chaos that was unfolding, she had predicted correctly, the killers were winning. They would feast soon, she could sence it. Their side had also grown stronger, she senced a new killer had been born tonight. It happens when a killer half-kills a human in and area where the toxin's levels are high. The toxin can enter the human's blood stream and go straight to the heart removing the human soul and then replacing it. These humans are then re-born as either Killers of Hunters, Acha reffers to them as new-born.

Acha had always been careful of where she fed. Usually keeping to areas where the toxin's levels were low so that the human who's soul she devoured remained dead and was not reborn. Acha couldn't bear the fact that she might have brought another Hunter into the world. Because she only kills where there is no sign of the toxin in the air, Acha has no children. See, some killers, after having changed a human feel that they have given birth and have strange maternal instincs to bring up this 'child', as it was, and teach it all they know so that it has a good chance of survival. Acha would hate if her first child were to be a hunter and so will not kill where toxin levels are high.

Though the levels of toxin around here seemed extreemly high. It takes more toxin to produce a Killer than it does a Hunter. Knowing this, Acha was ready to kill tonight. She hadn't fed in a while and was growing hungry and weak. Though not as weak as Hunters and humans. Acha then slowly melted into the darkness, waiting and planning her next move.

The silvery shine of a Hunter's hair then caught her attention, she tuned into her voice and listened. She was challenging a killer? "Foolish girl." Acha hissed to herself. This Hunter, Acha laughed silently to herself thinking of the irony of their given name, was challenging the rather feral male Killer. She stood no chance against him, even if the fought with no tactics. This Killer seemed to work off strength and quick thinking. His quick thinking meant he had a strong mind, which could become stronger with proper training. Acha was begining to like the look of this Killer. She wanted him for herself, as a sort of deciple, he would be a good one to have fighting alongside. Acha remained hidden in the darkness. She would not let this Killer get hurt now, any sign of the Hunter being able to make an attack, she would interfere. There was no way this Hunter would win. Not now at least. Two against one, she stood no chance. Acha grinned wildly at herself, her mouth was lined with sharp, delicately pointed canines. Not a molar in sight.

Now, she just waited.