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selphie -> End of Days Part 3 (12/1/2014 12:52:39 AM)
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A door slamming shut is what woke her. Hazel eyes scanned the room she was in. With a soft groan, she reached to hold her aching head, only to realize that her wrists were attached to the bed's steel frame with shackles. "Great..." she muttered; realizing that the room she was in was the same room she had been taken in. "What? You didn't want to move me?" she muttered again, jerking at the shackles and sighing, "Oi! Demon bois!!!" She yelled. Two men in their early to mid thirties appeared at the threshold of the door and she gasped in shock. Shirtless and barefooted, their jeans rode low on their waist. The trademark V that well muscled men had showed, along with the knowledge they didn't have anything else on underneath the deep blue jeans they wore. Her mouth started to water, it had been a while since she had had a cock she wanted. "Trist, is this the one that he was talking about?" The one on the left spoke, his voice was low and cocky. Bright blue eyes seemed to see right through her. Keren shrank back sightly before she grit her teeth and clenched the shackles. Tristan nodded, "Yeah. War said to keep her chained until he arrives." They had her attention fully at this point, this was the second time that damn name had come up. If Conquest was with him, she would be fucked.
Tristan walked forward and pulled her hair out of her face, "You thirsty sweetheart?" He asked her, and she noticed his deep green eyes; sadness was held there. Keren licked her lips and nodded, "There should be a bottle of Jack next to the bookshelf. If that damn Horsemen is here-get me drunk." She looked at him and begged silently with her eyes. Tristan nodded and the man next to him stood in the way, "You really intend to give her what she wants, Trist?" His green eyed friend scooped the bottle up, wiping the opening with the palm of his hand he nodded, "Yeah; think about it for a moment Jace. If you were in her position. You have heard the stories. When she was eighteen, her and War-" Jason waved cut his friend off. With a huff of annoyance, he reached behind him, pulling out a set of keys. Tristan stepped back as he unlocked Keren's shackles, "You better get out of here." Jason moved away from the bed as Keren warily rose, Tristan handing her jacket and pointing to where the rest of her gear was. "Look, they should be back in the next half hour. That should give you enough time to get out of here." Tristan told her, their hands touched and Keren paused as his past slammed into her. With a gasp, she fell back on the bed, Jason catching her. "What the hell was that?" he asked his friend. Tristan shook his head, as Keren rose from the bed, pulling on her swords before shrugging on her jacket. "That would be this realm and the spiritual along with the demonic combining." She held up her hand and summoned a fire ball in her hand. The flames twisting and spinning to baseball size. The two men stepped back in unison right before Keren flung it into the air. She tilted her head back to let the harmless sparks rain on her. "It means that Hell will soon be in this realm." Reaching for the bottle that was in Tristan's hand, she winked at him before taking a long shot. "I really shouldn't be getting drunk right before I run, but..." Handing the bottle back to him, she looked for her .45 which was on the desk in the corner. "You should get out of here too. When War finds out you released me..." Keren busied herself with activating another burner cell before she slid it into her pocket. Tightening her skullcap she inclined her head to both of them, "Appreciate it." She quickly left the room.
Once outside, she slunk behind the garage and up onto a rock wall, from there she jumped to the garage roof and then across to the neighboring roof. She had done this when she was 13, as a get over her fear of heights. From here, she knew of a way to get down off the roof. "DAMN IT!! Where is she?!??!!?" Keren heard the roar and glass breaking, not wanting to look back, she made haste across the neighboring house to the detached garage and the other gap there. She had never made this jump before, but she took a running leap and landed with one knee to the ground and the other bent. She heard a creak of the roof begin to give way. Cursing, she vaulted herself at the fence and caught onto the top of the flat boards. "KEREN!!!! RUN!!!" Keren turned her head and saw Tristan running across the yard, fully clothed and decked out in leather. Her brain shut off until the arrow landed inches from her side. Finally shoving herself in gear, she dropped to the ground, crumpling on the pavement. Ceder leaves dug into her hands and dirt rubbed into her face. Not paying attention she forced herself to run up the hill and back up to the top of 73rd street. Bending over to catch her breath, a car pulled over. "Keren. Get in." She looked up to see Jason at the wheel. "Where's-" She was shoved into the car, with a growl, she turned around to stare up into the blue eyes of Tristan. “Drive drive!” he yelled at his friend. The beat up 90's Mazda flew through the streets, Tristan pushing Keren down low. “Stay down, the cops are after you. We heard on the scanners, I guess someone tipped them off.” Keren sighed as his hand came dangerously close to her breast. “Yeah, I let one of the men who were waiting for me there go. Killed his buddies..told him that if they wanted me to send more.” Jason snorted from the drivers seat. “You never told me she was stupid, Tris.” Keren growled as her eyes flashed, Tristan placed a hand on her shoulder, “Now's not the time for this Jason. Go to Emerson, that's where we're meeting.” Keren didn't say much as Tristan squeezed her shoulder in a comforting manner. Her hazel eyes locked onto his and she smiled slightly, “Thank you...” Tristan nodded and handed her the bottle of Jack, “It's alright babe. War was a dick anyways.” Jason turned around to look at them, “He was but he was paying us well. Thirty five k just to stand guard and another sixty after he was done with you, and to help transport.” Keren's skin started to crawl, “we'll I'm glad that I'm worth more than the cash.” Tristan laughed next to her as she took a shot and handed the bottle back. “Everything's going to shit, money won't matter soon.” Sirens pierced their ears and Keren rolled off the side of the seat to curl up on the floorboards. Tristan laid a blanket over her and the bottle underneath it as cruisers screamed past them towards her old house. “Jason..what's the ETA?” He asked. Jason looked behind him quickly, “Five minutes.”
Emerson had bars put up during the span of time that Keren had left years ago; now the elementary school looked like a jail, however, it did serve its purpose. Two heavily armed men stopped the car, Jason did all the talking. When they waved them through, Keren pulled herself up from the floor, cursing as the wound on her shoulder popped open. Tristan eyed her carefully as she held it, trying to stop the bleeding. “We can take care of that, but it won't be stitched. It'll be-” Keren gave him a look as the car stopped next to gym entrance. “I don't care how you fix it. I've had a wound cauterized before.” She stepped out of the car as a man in his fifties came out of the cafeteria's double doors and made a direct line to her. Keren paused, pulling her gun out, training on him in a manner that looked military in origin. His black and white suit made her nervous. Grey eyes looked at the two men who stood behind her, “You told me that she was with us.” Jason sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose as Tristan placed a hand on her shoulder, which made her jump slightly. However, her eyes did not leave the suit, and thought the safety was off, her finger was not on the trigger, but on the side of the barrel. “She is, Sir.” Keren cocked the gun then, her finger resting on the curved piece of metal that would release the bullet, “Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill him.” The man chuckled, and raised his hands in a peaceful motion. “Ms Smith...” Keren walked closer, and pressed the gun to his temple. Jason and Tristan lunged forward meaning to disarm her. In one fluid movement, one of her swords was out and held backwards to their throats, “Who are you and why should I trust you?” The man raised his hands higher, as he did so she saw a gold band on his left ring finger and a silver class ring on his thumb. “I am Richard Deers.” The name sparked a memory, Deers. He had struck up a conversation with her at the store a few weeks ago. Both gun and sword disappeared as the two men behind her breathed a sigh of relief. “My apologies, I-” Richard shook his head and smiled, giving a small bow, he held out his hand. “If you would follow me, I am sure you would like to rest and get yourself patched up.” It was then that Keren realized that the wound had bled enough so that drops fell to the ground. “Thank you, yes. As long as Tristan comes with me at least.” Richard inclined his head to Tristan who smiled,“I will if that is what you wish.” Keren nodded, Tristan turned to salute Richard who waved him away as Jason fell in line behind the suit.
Tristan led Keren to a room that was converted to be the shower stalls. It was high school style, lined up in a row. Without a look to her new friend, Keren set her bag on the bench and took off her jacket. Blood dripped down to her elbow, hitting the tiled floor with a soft 'plink'. Tristan moved to touch her causing Keren to grab him by the throat. When she realized it was a friendly face, she relaxed and apologized. Tristan didn't say anything but shake his head and smile at her as she started to strip off her clothes. The way she moved made him wonder if this tough, jaded exterior she showed wasn't just an act. When she stood in her bra and panties, he gasped in shock. Scars twisted their way across her back, the ugly grooves marring the smooth skin. “You shouldn't be able to see them, you know.” She told him, stepping out of her panties and unclasping her bra. Tristan was distracted as he studied those scars, they had been there for years. The flesh pale white in some areas where it healed. He noted that there were some areas that didn't have any scars at all. Two tattoos were there. A tribal wolf poised in a howl, one paw raised was set against flames, the black tattoo seeming to stand out on her back. The other was a protection pentacle, though that one looked something was covering it. “What are they from?” He asked as he looked up, before turning around and stammering. “I'm...I”m sorry..I didn't realize...I'm sorry.” Keren laughed softly, “If I cared I would have made you leave the room.” She stepped into the shower and leaned her head back in the hot water. Washing herself quickly, she grabbed a towel that was neatly stacked in a pile close by. Once wrapped in the terry cloth, she touched Tristan's shoulder. “Now you can look love.” She squeezed her hair out as his eyes locked onto her hazel ones. “What happened to you?” He asked as she walked over to her bag and pulled out a fresh pair of panties, throwing the old ones in the trash. “That's a long story.” She turned around, Tristan's eyes were on her back. “They don't hurt, not anymore.” She reached up and cupped his cheek, having to raise herself to do so; he was about a foot taller than her. “Please don't feel bad about what happened to me. I did it for a good cause.” She pulled on her panties, taking off the towel, she towel dried her hair, using a brush, she combed it back and pulled it up in a bun. Keren noticed that her body guard was shy enough, but he was staring at her pierced nipples and the barbells she had through them. It was a set she had gotten a while ago, demon fangs gripped the aureola. With a grin she held them, walking to him, “Would you like to grope them?” Her face split into a smile. Tristan swallowed and reached out when there was a chime on the intercom and Keren instantly felt embarrassed. This was the school she went to when she was younger, and it felt wrong doing this, especially when she saw her old friends and her in the classes. “Keren Smith, you have a visitor in the office. I repeat, Keren Smith, you have a visitor in the office.” Keren's face dropped all emotion as she hurriedly got dressed. Tristan noticed the grim look. “What's wrong?” He asked her. Keren shook her head and handed him her bag. “Keep this safe for me, I might not be coming back. I don't know who it is, and I'm a bit worried War figured out where I was.” She looked at the bullet wound, sighing. At least it had stopped bleeding and if it was who she thought it was, they would cauterize it for her just to see if they could make her scream. With a quick grab of her duster, she left the shower room, leaving Tristan holding her bag in shock.
At the office, there was a man standing talking to Richard, reaching out, she tried to feel if she knew who he was. Since both realms had merged, she knew that glamor would be the first thing those after her would try to do. Nothing worked, either they were really good at hiding, or this one was new. She hand a hand on her back on the foreign metal object. “Richard? You said someone was here for me.” Keren looked at the man who was dressed in military fatigues, who turned to face her. Brown eyes so dark they looked black scanned her petite and slightly curvy form. The only curves that she had was where her breasts popped from under her jacket and her hips. “Smith, we have a need of you again.” Keren sighed and looked at him. “Travers sent you didn't he?” She asked, dropping her hand from the middle of her back and crossing them on her chest. The man glared at her, “Stand at attention!” She snapped to a quick salute and remained with her arms behind her. “Sir. Yes Sir.” Her hazel eyes held annoyance and the man gave a grin, “Mr Deers, is there a room we can talk privately?” Keren didn't let her head move as she looked to Richard, who nodded. “Room 214. Down the hall and take a left.” Military walked past her and grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to walk with him. Keren looked over her shoulder and glared at Richard. She didn't know how Michael had found her- more than likely someone tipped off the military, who was supposed to be a neutral party in all this. They were supposed to be riot control and keep the peace. The room they met in was her 5th grade class, and she saw her friend sitting next to her, trying to get the answers for a test. With a shake of her head, Keren leaned against the desk in a manner that showed her displeasure. A hand across the face which resulted in a split lip brought Keren up to attention, with a growl. “No disrespect but fuck you Sir!” she growled out, her hands behind her. Michael grabbed her by the throat and bent her over the desk. Disarming her of her gun he pulled her back around, checking the chamber, and taking the magazine out. He set both of them on the teachers desk. “You are fucking stupid! Did you not think we'd hunt you down?” He asked her, backhanding her again. Keren grunted and fell to one knee before rising again. “You do realize I never signed up for the military and y’all just fucking bought me off the fucker who chained me, right?” She asked him, looking into his face, she saw his spiritual Hunter's mask. Michael growled and nodded, “I am fully aware, but you are Death to those who have heard the bell. You have to take the cases assigned to you. When you hear us call-” Keren slapped him across the face, cutting him off. “I haven't been a hunter in a while. You know that as well as I do. You released me.” She spit to the side, a blood stain appearing on the old blue 90s style carpet. Michael sighed and rubbed his forehead before sliding a hand across Keren's face, healing the wound he made. “It is for the reason of you being a Hunter that everyone is after you.” Keren relaxed against the desk and nodded as Michael handed her gun back. Putting the bullet back in the magazine, she locked and loaded it before returning to back to her waist. “Why are you her, Sir?” She asked him, “Why did you choose to take the form of that?” Michael gave her a grin, “It was the only way I could get in. Apparently, they are letting military get everywhere and denying access to civilians.” Keren laughed, she knew that it was true, “Why I am here is simple, you are spending to much time in one spot. You need to leave Everett. Everyone is swarming the area, looking for you. It is only a matter of time before they come here looking. Mortals will die if you are here and they are hiding you. I am going to stay a day then you are coming with me to the place they call Oregon.” Keren gave him a look, “My gear is with a friend up in the mountains here.” Michael nodded, “We got it from him, he handed it over without a problem. He sends his good lucks and be careful.” Keren snorted. “Me be careful? That's like me not talking. Sooo not gonna happen.” Michael sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I had forgotten what you were like in this realm.” Keren grinned, walking out of the class, Michael following her, then walking down another hall to the area they set aside for sleeping.
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