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Post by serge on Aug 9, 2010 17:41:25 GMT -5
“I haven't done a single thing!” Nathaniel would have backed away, but he was already pressed into the wall and there was no way that he could simply walk through the wall. Oh, how he wished he could disappear, go invisible and escape the insane human that stood in front of him. The Hunter had already tased him, and he was certain that there would be more, and worse, in the near future. What had he done so wrong to make a Hunter come for him?
“You do realize that is what they all say?”
“I always picked your kind for the shoot first, talk later type.” He hissed back. His tongue earned him a nice crack to the jaw, and he winced as the butt of the gun smashed against the side of his face. Blood instantaneously filled his mouth, but Nathaniel bit back his anger. The Hunter was only human, weak even in his fittest state. There would be nothing from stopping Nathaniel from breaking him in half, or smashing him into tiny, bloodied, broken pieces that, when he was through, wouldn't resemble a man in the slightest; but Nathaniel was no monster, and fought the instinct to rip apart the delectable flesh that held the man together. Using his abilities to escape would have been a better choice, if it was a choice at all.
He was only a baby though, a baby to his own kind; because of this his maker hardly ever left his side, and for a brief moment he missed the Siren's grating presence. Unlike her, he hardly had any hold on his abilities, and control over them came and went. Luck wasn't on his side as he reached out for them, and only felt the light brush of Glamour. Changing his appearance would only more than likely startle the Hunter, so that was kicked to the curb. The rest remained out of his reach and he took in a shaky breath of air as he dared a glance at the man. “I wouldn't harm anyone, even if they had me cornered with a gun to my head... please...” The man's finger was a breath away from pulling the trigger, but Nathaniel could see the hesitation in the man's eyes and a questioning look wash over his gaze. The hunter was thinking, hesitating.
Perhaps he stood a chance of making it out alive.
tag Svend. <3 [/justify][/blockquote] |
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Post by Svend Llewelyn on Aug 9, 2010 19:17:21 GMT -5
It was mid afternoon, and he had already sent out a few hunters to take care of the city's issues with the "supernatural". With that out of the way, he was now in his office at The Union building, sorting through and filling out whatever papers were left on his desk. Just like everyone else, he hated doing paperwork, but it came with the job every so often. That's what he had the desk workers there for as well, though they couldn't always handle every single paper that came through them. Some, were meant specifically for Svend. So those were the ones he took care of, and not even ten minutes after first sitting down, he heard a knock at the door.
After telling the person that they could come in, he looked up to see one of the hunters. He was one of few handful that Svend fully trusted, and someone who had been around the block for The Union. "TJ hasn't come back yet." The hunter said. "When I've worked with him, I've noticed that he tends to take other people's sides." Hearing this, Svend didn't even have to think much. He knew TJ was a bit soft, and didn't always do the job he was supposed to. More than likely, that was the problem again, and now Svend decided that he'd handle it for himself.
After thanking the hunter and allowing him to leave, Svend stood from his desk and grabbed a gun that he had with him. Then he put it in a holster before walking out from the office to leave the building. Once he got to the parking lot, he got in his car and drove to where TJ was supposed to be. Svend was getting sick and tired of him failing at a job, and sooner or later, he'd fire him if he didn't shape up. He didn't want a hunter working for him, if they could easily sway over to the other side.
Before too long, he reached the supermarket in China Town, and pulled the car to a stop. Then he got out before walking into the building and taking a quick glance around. He didn't see TJ or the siren anywhere, so his eyes traveled over to a door that led to a back room. In moments, he pushed the door open, finally finding the two people he was looking for. TJ was obviously hesitating, even backing away as if he didn't want to shoot. Svend didn't approve, and strolled right up beside TJ before revealing the 9mm he had. Knowing that he'd be out in the public, he had taken a moment to equip the gun with a suppressor earlier on.
From there, only a second or two could pass before he aimed the gun at the siren and pulled the trigger, putting a bullet into his skull. Now he turned his gaze over to TJ, not at all happy with him. "It's not hard. Do your fucking job, and maybe you wouldn't be on my bad side all the time. Now if you're not back to The Union in ten minutes, you won't have to worry about it." Pretty much, he'd warned TJ that he'd fire him if he didn't listen, even though that was looking to be his fate either way. So Svend immediately made his way back out of room after that, and got into his care to drive back to The Union building. As cold hearted as he could be, he just liked to get things done.
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Post by serge on Aug 9, 2010 19:34:25 GMT -5
Nathaniel swallowed hard as he watched the man carefully. The finger was still on the trigger, but it was more than evident now that the hunter was hesitating, re-thinking. Silence danced uncomfortably around them, only making Nathaniel feel more doomed despite the turn their path seemed to be taking. “I swear, whatever they said I have done is a lie.” Talking in a circle probably wasn't going to help him any, but it wasn't going to hurt either. Why not work off of the hesitation when the situation could end only one of two ways? He could take advantage of the hesitation and go free, or the hesitation could only be just that and the hunter could shoot him anyway. There really was no wiggle room, and he wasn't going to be dumb enough to try and even take a deep breath, let alone take a step forward and grab the hunter's gun. Not like he'd use it on the pathetic human, anyway. Hurting others wasn't in his nature, and he silently damned it.
“At least tell me what am being accused of.” That was part true curiosity poking through, and not simply a question to distract the hunter. What had he been accused of? The answer evaded him; as if he'd ever hurt anyone. Nathaniel made a slight face and sighed, just as the door behind the hunter flew open and in walked another man. For a brief instant he thought himself saved, until the new man pulled a gun from his holster and aimed. Nathaniel's world went black before he could even register being shot.
Boom, headshot. [/justify][/blockquote] |
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