Makayla Richberg (makknows) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-03-30 10:59:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | #group scene, #october 2017, caius, hunter, mak, reagan, sabrina |
Who: Hunter, Mak, Sabrina, Reagan, Caius
What: Bad things
Where: Oakwood Lane and onward
When: After midnight, Saturday 10/14
Status: Complete, Part 1
Warning: Language, violence, bad things, slurs
Being in a human body was strange and it always took a while to get used to being in one, especially after such a long time of not attempting it. The constant reminder of a tongue in his mouth getting in way of his teeth, always being able to see his nose. Human brains were pretty dumb but clearly it was a necessity for them to be so or people would go crazy pretty fast.
The boy's mind had struggled to get rid of him but he was stronger. He was always stronger. Being Hunter wasn't as bad as it could have been. The boy was fit, probably fitter than he realized. If he hurt this body, it would heal fast. It could run fast and it was pretty strong. He'd done worse in the past so this he could do. He could be Hunter.
He got out of bed and tested this new body with a few careful steps. There was a slight hurt in his knee that Hunter had long since gotten used to but he could feel it. An old injury perhaps. His bare feet felt weird against the floor but everything was easy otherwise. Moving, stretching, getting dressed. He opened the door and stepped outside into the hallway, listened with feeble human ears for any sounds. He might not be able to read Hunter's mind, blissfully sleeping right now, but he'd been here enough to know what was what.
He opened a door and peeked inside. Hunter's sister was lying in bed, reading something on her tablet. She was small and fragile looking and since they were home alone it would be so easy to hurt her. She thought she was strong, but she wasn't. Even Hunter was stronger than she was and it wouldn't take much to press her down, hurt her, snap her skinny neck.
Jen was looking at him with a little frown now. "What?" she asked since he was just standing in her doorway, silent. He shook his head and shut the door which no doubt left her baffled but he didn't care. She hadn't been there that night so she wasn't a priority to him even if he was sure her cunt was nice and tight and the horror of being assaulted by her own brother would be a thrill to him. He knew where he wanted to start though. Sabrina. She was the center of his summoning and she deserved special attention. He could have possessed her instead of Hunter but why stoop to the level of inhabiting a woman's body when he could take a man's. Even if it was a faggot.
Hunter had a bike and those were easy to ride, he'd done that before. Easier than cars even if he supposed he could figure that out easily. Nobody was home at the Cox residence and this irked him. If he hadn't been bound to a body at the moment he would have found her easily but he wasn't ready to give this up yet. It wasn't every night he could possess a body, it took a certain amount of paranoia in the air, superstition running thick through his environment. It made him stronger.
If Sabrina wasn't home to be played with he'd start with Makayla. Starting with her might give him more time to play with Sabrina later on but then he had few hours to kill and could take his time with both girls.
He biked back to Makayla's house and quietly left the bike outside her gate. The Richbergs were were more likely to be home than Sabrina's parents so this could get tricky. It would be easier to deal with her alone. Too much noise would bring more people and that could get messy fast. He didn't mind messy but it usually escalated too much.
He walked slowly around Makayla's house a couple of times as he listened for noises within, then stopped outside her bedroom and picked up a pebble off the ground. The boy had good aim for a cocksucker and the pebble bounced off the glass with a little tick. It would take more than that but he couldn't hear music and from what he knew of Makayla she woke up easily. At least she did after he'd made himself known to her. Another pebble, another soft tick. He didn't want to break the window, too much noise brought too many people.
The combination of the salt ring around the bed and the hex bag under her pillow seemed to be working for Mak. She hadn’t been having many bad dreams at all through the week, and the ones she did have were pretty mild and faded by the time she woke up. There had been no mystery bruises either, which was a blessing. Since sleeping was no longer such a source of terror, she’d been trying to catch up on rest, and had gone to bed pretty early for her on a Friday night. Mak had left a lamp in her room on, with a t-shirt over it to dim the light some. She’d been struggling with sleeping in the complete darkness, for obvious reasons, even if things were quieter now.
She was deep in a restful sleep when the first tink against her window happened. Mak’s brow flexed in her sleep, her consciousness starting to bubble slowly to the surface. The second sound officially woke her up. She frowned a bit, her heart starting to beat harder. She had heard that, right? Mak sat up, blinking blearily around as she got her bearings. Nothing hurt, so it wasn’t one of those dreams, but a creepy feeling washed over her anyway. She checked her phone, saw nothing, then slipped out of bed to slowly approach the window. Standing off to one side, she peeked behind her thick curtains to make sure there wasn’t some red-eyed shadow hovering on the other side of the glass. She could see the streetlight through the sheer curtain layer, so there was that.
A little emboldened, Mak pushed all of it aside and looked out the window. She squinted down at the figure standing in the shadowy yard, her heart thumping uncomfortably fast.
When she finally appeared in the window he stared back at her for a few seconds, growing a little frustrated that she was just staring and not coming down to talk to him. Until he remembered she probably didn't see very well in the dark. So he waved, then raised his hands in a questioning gesture. Taking Hunter's phone would have been smart, but he hadn't thought of that. It was just a gimmick these kids were far too attached to. "C'mon Makayla," he whispered. "Come on down."
It took a moment for Mak’s eyes to adjust enough to see that it was Hunter. She frowned, confused, because why the fuck hadn’t he texted her? Hunter protected his phone like the whole thing was made of glass, and he never just left it anywhere. That feeling that something was wrong was still gnawing at her gut, what if there had been some emergency at home? She nodded down to him through the window, then pulled back to hurry barefoot out of her room and down the hall. Her parents were asleep, so Mak walked as silently as she could down the stairs and to the back door. The stone of the patio was cold against her feet as she stepped out and walked around to open the gate of the privacy fence that surrounded the backyard. He’d been at the side of the house where her window was, and Mak didn’t want to take him through the front. “Hunter?” she stage-whispered into the darkness.
"Took you long enough," he whispered back as he came through the gate, giving her a serious look that he hoped looked similar enough to that fretful look Hunter sometimes had. "I need to show you something," he whispered then, a bit slowly and with something of a reverence to the way he articulated it. He looked around, then down at Mak's feet. "Why are you not wearing shoes?"
Mak blinked and gave him a Look at the first part, because attitude much? Jesus. “Uh, because I was asleep,” she said, squinting at him in the shadows and crossing her arms over her chest. She was just in light pj pants and a tank top, and it was chilly out. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you call me? You scared the shit out of me, Hunter, what do you need to show me?” This was weird, but Mak guessed everything was kind of weird now, and she had to just roll with the punches. “Can I get shoes?”
He couldn't care less if she was wearing shoes but he also knew he couldn't get her to walk very far if she wasn't so he nodded. "You need shoes." He folded his arms in a similar way she did and leaned back against the fence while he waited for her to go inside and get what she needed so she could go with him. The last time he'd done this, or was it the first? It all blended together, had been so much easier. A farm with very few people, screaming wasn't an issue. Here though... There were so many houses, so many curious eyes and those damn little gadgets everywhere with cameras in them. When Mak came back out he inclined his head to show her to follow. Not too far, just far enough.
She gave him another weird look, because he wasn’t acting very Hunterish at all, but Mak still turned and went back inside to quietly slip into her sneakers by the front door and to grab a hoodie as well, then ran swiftly upstairs to fetch her phone. Maybe they would need pictures. If he had something important to show her, she would’ve expected him to be more ... urgent about it. Hunter got kind of grabby and pully when he got excited about something, and what the hell could it be in the dark, anyway? On impulse, she grabbed the big heavy flashlight from the kitchen too and stuffed it in her oversized hoodie pocket. “What the hell is it?” she asked once she was outside again, her voice still quiet for some reason, even though there was no way her parents would hear from the other side of the house and upstairs. Mak moved to follow him though, because it was obviously important, even though it made her nervous to be out in the dark.
He walked around the corner with Mak behind him, ignoring her question as he surveyed the houses around them. The yards were dark and while there were lights in some windows, most of the people inside those houses seemed to be asleep or away. He walked toward the house that felt the emptiest to him, wishing he could feel his way around in there to make sure but not ready to let go of his vessel to do so. "Here," he whispered as he opened the gate and stepped inside, waiting for her to walk in behind him. They would just have to be very quiet. The fence was pretty high which was perfect because it meant he could press her against it without anyone seeing. His lips felt dry but he didn't lick them, just stood there a moment with his back to her before turning around. "It's pretty cool," he said and that was the last thing he'd tell her under the guise of being Hunter. He'd been right. The boy was fast. His hand shot out and got an easy grip on her throat. She weighed so little, thrusting her back against the wall was a piece of cake and the startled look on her face was every bit as wonderful as he'd imagined.
Mak’s nerves notched higher and higher as they walked to her neighbors’ house. The Richmonds were out of town, she knew that just from hearing her mom chit chat about things. None of this made sense -- Hunter had found something weird in her neighborhood in the middle of the night? But he was her best friend and she trusted him, so she still followed, casting wary glances around for anything that might jump out at them.
As it turned out, it wasn’t some monster from the outside that she should’ve been worried about. Mak jumped a little when Hunter lunged at her, but didn’t have time to react in any other sense before his hand was around her neck and she was shoved back against the fence. Mak’s eyes went wide and her mind went completely blank with shock. One hand came up automatically to grab Hunter’s forearm, but she couldn’t do much more than just hold onto it at the moment ... because this had to be some kind of joke, right? Hunter, what the fuck? tried to come out of her mouth, but all Mak managed was a breathless, questioning noise.
She didn't look scared yet, too surprised for fear to register, but he knew it would settle in real soon when her stupid human brain caught up with what was happening. He didn't feel the need to restrain her. She was so small and delicate and with his hand around her throat she wasn't about to scream and alert anyone. His free hand found her breast, rubbing that soft lump of flesh underneath her hoodie. "I've known a lot of girls like you, Makayla," he muttered as he leaned in close, squeezing just a little too hard with both hands. "And you all break so easily."
Mak’s other hand came up to try and shove Hunter’s hand away from her breast, some horrible, hot feeling flooding her gut. Her heart was going crazy and her breath felt thin with his grip on her throat, her eyes showing white all around in the shadows. He was choking her, groping her, calling her Makayla, all things that Hunter never had and never would do. The rest of the words barely registered, because something was Very Wrong. The Wrongest of Wrongs. Are you fucking high? she wanted to scream at him. But a second later it hit her that might not be the problem. Suddenly terrified, Mak started to struggle, trying to shove at his body and pull his hand off of her throat at the same time, tiny wheezy sounds coming out of her.
He had to laugh because she was so feeble and useless in her struggling. Like a little ragdoll whose neck he could snap at any moment. "Bitches like you are only ever good for one thing, Makayla," he whispered. "I can't even imagine how tight your deviant cunt will be." He really hoped he could get hard for her. It normally wasn't a problem but Hunter was wired wrong, wasn't he, all wrong and fucked up like Makayla.
Those were definitely not Hunter’s words, and it was so upsetting to hear them coming out of Hunter’s mouth, in Hunter’s voice. Maybe even more so than the strong hand that was tightening around her throat, somehow. Mak knew in a flash that she was in real danger, that whatever had control of her best friend had brought her somewhere quiet and isolated for a reason, and something very bad was going to happen to her if she didn’t do something. Trying to pit her upper body strength against his wasn’t working, but he was standing with a wide stance. She had to get away. Her instinct kicked in and Mak brought her leg up hard and fast, her shin connecting with his crotch with as much force as she could muster.
His confidence got the best of him as he really hadn't expected her to get a kick in. Maybe a part of him was still used to women wearing clothes that didn't really allow for much movement. All he knew was that there was searing pain in the body he was not used to, the kind that turned his vision black and robbed his host of air. It was frustrating losing control as Hunter's body doubled over and let go of her and he fought to regain it, to fight through that momentary relapse to get back to her before she started screaming for help.
The surge of primal triumph she felt was mixed with sympathetic pain and regret, because that was her best friend she’d just racked in the nuts and omg what if she’d really hurt him? Something had obviously taken Hunter over, and she didn’t have time to overthink it, but Mak couldn’t help but hurt for him. Luckily, that didn’t slow her down any. Gasping in a raspy breath, Mak lurched to the side to try and get out of his reach if he recovered quickly. The movement made the heavy flashlight in her front pocket bump against her, reminding her that she had something like a weapon. Hands shaking violently, she grabbed and struggled for a second to pull it out of her hoodie. Not-Hunter was going to be mad once he straightened up, and she had to do something more to protect herself. Mak got the flashlight free and swung it, hitting him more in the neck and shoulder than the head on the first try.
She wasn't supposed to get a swing in and he wasn't supposed to be the one screaming but there they were, Makayla swinging at him while Hunter's body was unwieldy and disoriented, crying out hoarsely once air returned to his lungs. "You fucking bitch!" he hollered with Hunter's voice as he fought against the throbbing pain to tackle her again, ready to snap her god damn neck for that pain she'd caused him. He'd take his time with Sabrina instead. Makayla was as good as dead. The pain was temporary, he reminded himself, he'd leave it with the body he was in when he was good and ready.
Mak let out a hoarse little cry as Hunter’s body slammed into hers. He had six inches of height on her and many more pounds as a strong, athletic boy, and there was nothing she could do but tumble into the grass. She wanted to be screaming her head off, trying to get someone’s attention to come and save her, but Mak just didn’t have the breath for it. Especially not when even more of it whooshed out of her lungs. She was going to have to save herself, something that seemed kind of impossible as her vision sparkled. She struggled under him, tears streaming down her face, gasping for oxygen and trying hard to buck him off. Her elbow made hard contact with something and she tried to keep one arm up to keep his hands off of her throat. With a surge of adrenaline-strength, Mak brought the butt of the flashlight down hard against Hunter’s temple.
Where he was strong on his own, he was weak within a host and he had not seen that coming. He hadn't even known she had a flashlight so his cockiness had not ended with that first rush of pain. He didn't even have time to really be angry about it. When Hunter's body went limp on top of her, his own consciousness followed into the black. He was still thinking in there but he had no control over himself or of Hunter which was infuriating in a very impotent way as he couldn't actually do anything about that anger.
With a choked sob, Mak struggled and pushed until she was squirming out from under Hunter’s limp body. She scrambled a few paces away, then got to her feet, panting and her heart racing. He seemed out, which on one hand was horrible because that was Hunter and another was great because it meant she could escape. Mak turned toward the gate to run, then stopped herself, looking back. That was her best friend, and something awful had a hold of him, and what if she left him there and then he woke up and came after her again? Or her parents? Or went to do something else awful? Mak stood there with a blank mind for a second, struggling to think of something.
She hurried back to where he was lying, her hands out as her brain struggled. An idea popped up finally, and Mak squirmed and tugged her way out of her hoodie. “I’m sorry,” she was whispering without realizing it. “I’m so sorry Hunter, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay ...” Mak crouched down and pulled his hands behind his back, then tied them together with the sleeves of her hoodie, tugging and wrapping until it was as tight as she could get it. She could only hope it held.
Backing away again until she was out of reach, Mak pulled her phone out of her loose pants pocket. She was terrified and her first instinct was to call Hunter’s father. He was An Adult and he was the sheriff and he could take care of this ... only the call went to voicemail. “No,” Mak moaned softly, hitting the redial button. “No no no ... fuck! Shit!” Her free hand moved to fluff her hair up as she stared down at the motionless shape on the ground. She gave a little whine, paced for a second, then set her phone to call Sabrina. “Please pick up, please pick up ... pick up pick up pick up,” she whisper-chanted.
Sabrina wished she was home and in bed, but someone had called her from her dad's phone about an hour ago, telling her to come pick John up from the local bar. Shocker. She hadn't known who else to call to help, so Sabrina had pulled on some jeans and a hoodie and walked across town to collect her dad. She drove them both home, ignoring him as he railed drunkenly about the bartender, and then work, and then her mom. Same old, same old.
By the time she parked the car and started helping him toward their apartment, Sabrina was exhausted. John kept patting her cheek, a little too hard, every time he told her she looked like her mother. And when he stumbled and nearly fell, he snapped at her like it was her fault. "Worthless little cunt," John snarled, spittle shining on his chin. Sabrina said nothing, but grabbed his arm and slipped her own around his waist to tug him along to their door. It took another fifteen minutes just to get her dad to the couch, since it was a hell of a lot closer than his bedroom was.
He fell heavily onto the cushions and seemed to pass right out, his snores filling the otherwise quiet apartment. Sabrina untied and pulled his boots off, letting them fall to the floor with two loud thumps. She had just covered him with the afghan on the back of the sofa when he phone began to buzz in her coat pocket. "The fuck," Sabrina whispered as she pulled it out. It was late and she already had her dad home. Mak's name and photo greeted her and Sabrina turned away from her dad quickly, answering without hesitation. "Hey, what's up?" she murmured. Something had to be wrong for Mak to be calling this late.
Mak just about collapsed with relief when Sabrina answered. She had to swallow back the urge to just start sobbing, though there were still tears rolling down her cheeks. “Sabrina,” she hissed, the terror dripping off of every letter. “I need you, please. It’s Hunter, something’s wrong -- he, he hurt-- ... please just come to my house, okay? Can you? Or, I mean, next door, we’re next door, the Johnson’s old house, please, it’s not him but it’s in him I think, please can you just come?” She was still staring hard at Hunter’s prone form, and Mak’s heart leapt sharply when she saw him stir. “Please hurry,” she whispered urgently.
Sabrina's whole body felt cold all of the sudden, even with her brows drawn together in confusion at Mak's words. It was more her tone that scared Sabrina than anything else, and about a dozen questions were on the tip of her tongue. Hunter? What was in him? Sabrina stammered for a moment before looking back at her dad. She didn't want to walk - run? - all the way to Mak's. Especially not if something was really wrong. "Uh, okay, yeah, I'm coming. Just... don't move, okay? I mean, move if you have to. Shit. I'll be there as soon as I can." Her dad's keys were still in her coat pocket, and she pulled open the door to slip out. She just had to be careful driving. If she dinged up her dad's car she was dead. "Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?" Sabrina breathed, her quick footsteps turning into a jog as soon as she was in the parking lot.
"Fucking bitch," he groaned as consciousness started seeping back in. It would take too long to leave this body and find a new host, he'd have to make do somehow. So far nothing was really working though. The boy's head felt like it was exploding, his temple throbbing and his vision a little blurry. His balls still ached too and while it wasn't his body he felt righteous fury at her for daring to kick him like that. His hand weren't working either and it took him a moment to understand why. He was not used to bodies and he couldn't remember being restrained for a long time. "Fucking whore bitch." It was weak and muffled but cursing felt like it helped with getting his senses about him.
Mak’s whole body jerked at that first gravelly insult, and she backed up another pace or two with an involuntary little moan. He couldn’t reach her, she knew she’d tied his hands too tight to be easy to get out of, but the fear he would just get right up and lunge at her again was like acid in her mouth. “Yes,” she told Sabrina emphatically. “Yes, don’t hang up. He’s waking up. I tied his hands and hit him with a flashlight, but ohmygod, Sabrina.” She let out a choked sob, the fear and shock starting to overwhelm her for a second. The flashlight! Mak darted forward to grab it up from where it had fallen in the grass, and she clicked it on, pointing it down at Hunter’s face. His temple was bleeding, but she couldn’t worry about that now. She just wanted to keep him disoriented. “I th-think he’s-- there’s something controlling him, h-he tried to h-hurt me,” she choked out.
What was happening? Sabrina stopped right outside the driver's side door, her heart pounding uncomfortably in her chest. Something controlling Hunter. Shit. Sabrina looked back at her apartment building and then started running back for the front door. "If you have to knock him out again, do it," Sabrina said breathlessly. She threw open the door to her apartment and barely heard her dad when he snorted in his sleep at the intrusion. It didn't take her too long to grab the Ouija board from her bathroom. Sabrina ran back through the apartment and outside to her dad's car. She tossed the board into the passenger seat of the car and started the engine, her hand shaking. "I'm on my way. Are your parents home?"
Mak re-settled her grip on the flashlight, gripping it tight so her hand wouldn’t shake as badly. She really didn’t want to hit Hunter again, even if there was something terrible inside of him. They had to get it out, get Hunter back, and she didn’t want to leave any lasting damage. She listened to Sabrina run around, squirming a little with anxiety as she heard the car start. “Yes,” she answered, only daring to glance up over the fence at her house for a quick second. “They’re s-sleeping, they don’t know I’m out here. Park on the street, it’s uh, it’s next door, I’m in the back yard.”
For a second Sabrina considered telling Mak to wake up her parents. But she knew this was crazy and would they even believe Hunter was possessed by something? Or would they just assume Hunter was being a violent d-bag and call the cops. The cops. Sabrina put the phone on speaker so she could hear Mak and still drive with both hands on the wheel. She didn't drive often since she didn't have a car, and her nerves were shot, so she was nervous. The last thing she needed was to wreck her dad's car because she was being an idiot. Speaking of cops... "Did you call Hunter's dad?" she asked instead, barely noticing the stop sign she just flew past. "Maybe he'd know what to do?"
Hunter was starting to squirm with a little more strength on the ground, and Mak’s heart felt about ready to explode. He was still cursing at her, the words slurred and drunken-sounding. She kept the light darting between where his hands were bound behind his back and his face to try and keep him blinded. “I tried,” she told Sabrina, shifting from one foot to the other to try and smother the urge to just run. But she couldn’t leave Hunter like this, she wouldn’t. “I k-kept getting his voicem-mail. I didn’t know who else to call. We have to do something to help him, Sabrina, this isn’t him, listen.” She pulled her phone away from her ear and held it out so Sabrina could hear the filth coming out in Hunter’s voice. With another choked little sob, she brought it back. “He t-tried to choke me!”
Sabrina cursed softly and then turned rather sharply once she belatedly realized she was about to miss the street. No, that didn't sound like Hunter at all, and Sabrina felt rather nauseous, especially knowing Hunter had tried to hurt Mak. Or whatever was inside Hunter. How had any of this happened? "I'm almost there," Sabrina said, her mind racing over the possible outcomes of all of this. None of them were very good, and a lot of them involved waking up Mr. and Mrs. Richberg. Hunter's dad was a cop, so maybe... but Mak said her calls all went to his voicemail. Surely some fucking adult out there would know how to help them. Of course, they would have to believe in this stuff too, otherwise... Sabrina sucked in a sharp breath, an idea forming rather quickly in her mind. "I think I know what we can do," she told Mak quickly, her foot pressing down on the accelerator as she neared Mak's street. "I'm coming down the street now. Hang up the phone and pull up like, the white pages on Google and look for Reagan Kelly's address, okay? I'll be there in just a second." Sabrina hung up the phone and quickly began to look for somewhere to park near Mak's neighbor to make transporting Hunter a bit easier.
Even with Sabrina so close, hanging up with her made Mak feel a little panicky all over again. She tucked the flashlight into her armpit, the light bouncing crazily, and tried her best to use her phone to look up Reagan Kelly. Her fingers were shaking pretty badly, so she spelled it wrong about fifteen times and nearly dropped her phone. Cursing under her breath she finally managed to find it just as she heard a car pull up at the curb. She turned and hurried to the fence gate they’d come through, pushing it open and glancing anxiously between Hunter and Sabrina’s dad’s car. She waved the lit phone screen around to get her attention and motioned for her girlfriend to hurry.
Sabrina pulled up to the curb and fumbled a bit to turn off the car. She left the Ouija board where it was and caught sight of the light waving about frantically near the back yard of Mak's neighbor. Trying not to panic, because Mak was probably most definitely panicking, Sabrina hurried across the lawn to the back yard. "Did you find her address?" Sabrina asked breathlessly, looking around Mak at Hunter, who looked to be tied up on the ground. Holy shit. "We need to get him into my car, like, now." Which probably meant dragging him, but if Mak took a leg and Sabrina took a leg, they might be able to manage it. She knew her dad had tools and tape in the trunk, if they needed to shut him up. Shut it up. Whatever it was.
He was getting a little more aware of everything and despite the throbbing pain in his head he started trying to loosen the sweater from his arms. It didn't feel particularly sturdy so he'd get it off given time, he was sure. Then he heard Sabrina's voice and let out a gruff little laugh. "Oh look it's the Point Pleasant skank. The virgin and the whore in one place. That's just fucking. Beautiful." His words were accentuated by his tugs and kicks as he rolled onto his side and glared blearily at the two girls. "Hey bitch, why don't you untie me and I'll show you what you're missing from your girlfriend there."
“Yeah, I found it,” Mak said as soon as Sabrina asked, and grabbed her for a brief but hard hug. They did have to get him somewhere as quickly as possible, drive him to Reagan’s and ... then what? Beg for help? Hadn’t Reagan charged for the hex bags? Why would she help them for free now? God, all of it just made Mak want to freak out and cry and throw up. And the stuff that started coming out of Hunter’s mouth did not help. “Shut up,” she hissed at him, shining the light in his eyes again. Mak gasped and nearly dropped the flashlight, because instead of Hunter’s warm hazel, those eyes were dark enough to almost be black, but with a red sort of undertone that looked wholly unnatural. She made a distressed noise and took a deep shaky breath. “Drag him by the feet?” she suggested in a small voice.
It was so weird hearing that kind of stuff coming from Hunter's mouth, even though it wasn't really Hunter. Sabrina stared down at him, her lip curling slightly. "Yeah, well this whore is going to make sure you go back to whatever fucked up Hell you came from, asshole." While she wouldn't have wished this upon anyone, Sabrina couldn't help but regret that Ouija board demon here hadn't chosen someone she hated to possess. She would have felt less hesitant about kicking it in the face. She inhaled sharply at the sight of his face and eyes, but Sabrina knew the moment they both began to panic, they would be fucked. She had a plan. She just hoped it would work. Sabrina nodded and looked away from Hunter to Mak. "Feet," she agreed, walking over to grab Hunter by the ankle. "If he kicks, we knock him out again. I know that sucks, because it's Hunter, but we have to get him into my car as quickly as possible. My dad has duct tape in the trunk if we have to tape his mouth shut. I swear to God, I'll do it," she warned Not Hunter as she began to pull his ankle to drag him toward the front of the house.
He did kick, laughing a little as he did so. "C'mon whore, hit him again, scramble his little brains some," he taunted. It'd be poetic in a way, if he couldn't rape and kill those girls he could ruin their lives in a different way if they lost their temper and killed their friend. It would only hurt him temporarily and at this point wasn't that worth it? His kick wasn't very precise or powerful with how he was tied up and awkwardly lying on his side. The fact he'd been hit in the head didn't help either. "Are we going to church? Maybe you girls should take a nap first." He laughed, knowing that should touch a nerve. Wasn't that their code for their deviant sexual escapades? Taking a nap? He knew that. He knew a lot of little things if he put his mind to it, he just wasn't used to having to do much talking to rile people up.
Mak hurried to join Sabrina at Hunter’s feet and grabbed the other ankle. His sneaker scraped painfully against her knuckles as he kicked before she got a better grip, but it was a small hurt compared to everything else. At first, in her freakedoutness, she didn’t make the connection with what he said, but it clicked into place a moment later and a gross feeling ran down her spine. How did he -- it, dammit, because that was not Hunter talking -- even know what they’d said to each other in such a private moment? It was so skeevy, it kind of made her want to throw up on him. “I think tape would be a good idea,” she said to Sabrina with a little grunt as they dragged him out of the yard and through the fence. Mak made them stop halfway to the car so she could tighten the hoodie sleeves binding his hands, then picked up his leg again to drag some more. “We should duct tape his hands too, I dunno how long that will hold,” she said breathlessly.
Sabrina cursed softly under her breath when he kicked and she wondered how strong he would be if he hadn't been tied up. Demons in movies made people fly across rooms and shit, and Sabrina was grateful that Mak had acted quickly in getting Hunter incapacitated. She glanced at Mak when he mentioned 'taking a nap', and her stomach twisted uncomfortably, fear spiking inside of her all over again. She nodded and started pulling Hunter again, thinking this probably looked really ridiculous to anyone who might see. Oh god, what if someone saw? Sabrina was panting by the time they got to the sidewalk and she dropped Hunter's foot to pull open the back door of her dad's car before she paused and looked at Mak. "Wait, no... he's got to go in the trunk. He could get out of the back seat or hurt us unless we knock him out again, and if we do that, we might hurt Hunter."
"You might hurt Hunter," he echoed, making his voice as whiny as he could without practice. "Tell the truth, whore. You only care about yourself and your cunt. Unless you want his dick in you? That can be arranged if you're a good girl and untie me." He laughed before struggling to get onto his side again in an effort to roll around and get his knees under him.
Mak’s teeth grit hard and a couple more tears leaked out of her eyes -- it was just so upsetting to hear Hunter’s voice say shit like that, even though she knew he wasn’t behind it. She saw he was trying to roll into a better position and she gave him a hard push with her foot to put him on his stomach again. He was stronger than she was, obviously, but they had him at a disadvantage and that was good. “Okay, yeah, the trunk,” she said to Sabrina, panting some herself. “Duct tape hands and feet. And mouth. Fast though.” She grabbed Hunter’s leg again to start pulling him toward the rear of the car. If anybody saw them, they looked for all the world like they were kidnapping someone. And fuck, that meant they had to pick him up. Why couldn't she have been best friends with a smaller, skinnier twink? Ugh.
Sabrina wanted to kick her boot in Demon!Hunter's face, but she risked the possibility of breaking Hunter's nose, so she resisted. Sabrina hurried to the trunk to open it up. She moved her dad's tools around and flipped open one of the boxes to find the duct tape. Hunter was bigger than and she Mak and it would take both of them to lift him into the trunk, especially if he struggled. Sabrina pulled the tape from the roll and tore it with her fingers before leaning over Hunter to slap it over his mouth, nice and firm. She didn't really feel bad anymore, since this demon was a total dick. It wasn't Hunter. It wasn't. At this point she couldn't worry that someone would see. They were going to run out of time. Sabrina had no idea how this was going to affect Hunter once they got the demon out of him. Assuming they could. She pulled more tape from the roll and bent over to circle it around Hunter's feet. "Help me keep him still," Sabrina breathed at Mak.
At this point he wished he could sit outside the body he'd chosen to inhabit and watch this shitshow with a clear mind. It would be hilarious if he wasn't currently feeling the effects of what was happening, the throbbing pain in his head, the tightness of the tape on his face and arms. He laughed anyway, mostly at the thought of someone coming along and thinking these girls were up to no good. How would they even explain that? He could probably feign fear or confusion for a little bit, even if he usually got bored with pretense pretty fast. When it came time to get him in the trunk he made them work for it, making himself dead weight, laughing at their frustrations and kicking his bound feet the best he could. At some point that got boring too and curiosity got the better of him. Were they going to find a priest at this hour? Another witch? He stopped resisting and let them put Hunter's body in the trunk, giving them a little wink once he was in there. They looked so scared and angry, it was beautiful.
Mak was feeling pretty exhausted by the time they got Hunter all the way bound and in the trunk. Shutting the lid on him both hurt and was an incredible relief at the same time. That wasn’t Hunter, but it still was. He was in there somewhere, he had to be, and they had to help him. She pulled Sabrina into a tight, fierce hug for a moment, just needing that grounding presence of her girlfriend to keep from breaking down into a huge mess. She had to keep her shit together for Hunter, but all of this was fucking terrifying. “Okay let’s go,” she then said breathlessly, pulling away to hurry around to the passenger side of the car. Mak opened the map to Reagan’s house up on her phone again. “She lives in Black Cove, so ... go there.”
Sabrina was sweating, her hands grimy from where she'd had to lift Hunter by his shoes, and her arms sore from where he'd kicked out at her and made contact. For a second she felt completely out of her depth, like this thing inside Hunter was laughing at them because he knew they couldn't do anything to stop it. Witch, priest... what did it matter? This was movie bullshit that shouldn't be happening to them in real life. But Sabrina had no idea what else to do but try to get Reagan Kelly to help them, so she returned Mak's hug and climbed into the car. Her hands were shaking and she wished she had a cigarette. She had run out of the apartment without her stuff, save for the Ouija board, which she placed in the back seat before Mak could get inside. "Black Cove," Sabrina repeated as she started the car up. At least she knew where that was.