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[30 Apr 2009|08:12am] |
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Breaking Benjamin - Follow Me |
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Who: Zeke & OTA
When: Night
Where: Outskirts of Mysteria
What: Demon hunting doesn't always go according to plan...
Unsheathing a knife, Zeke ran the tip of the blade against his finger, clenching and unclenching his fist a couple of times to get the blood flowing, then reached out and touched a leaf, smearing his blood on it. He kept moving, laying a trail of blood, making no attempt to be quiet. Stealth wasn't his plan. Trapping and killing the Rakshasha was. Crouching, he pressed a hand to the ground, consulting with the earth at the same time as he left more bait. The demon was near by. It was time to finish this.
He hurried into the abandoned house, his steps unerring as he moved through the dark building. When his demonic quarry followed him into the next room, it would never be able to leave again. Hearing the telltale creek of the door opening, he hurried into the next room, where his trap lay waiting to be sprung. Then he waited.
When the door swung open, he only just managed to stop himself in time from attacking the person who walked into the room, glaring at her fiercely. Definitely not his demon.
Oh, fuck.
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