GET BACK MOTHERFUCKER YOU DONT KNOW ME LIKE THAT ;; CAPTURE

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    Jeff had been gone for a while, a day or two maybe, and he didn't tell anyone why. It's not like anyone cared, the whole damn clan hated him. He was violent, selfish, and angry. He was sarcastic and had no regard for others feelings. Honestly, he was an all around horrible person to hang out with, and whoever did was just like him: Completely insane. A carved smile, blood splatters all over his once lovely white fur, knife hanging from his neck via a rope necklace. He was out of his mind.


    That was the most likely reason he was dragging an unconscious stranger in. The captive was a little banged up, but that wasn't anything compared to what he was going to go through. Once in the center of the camp, Jeff kicked his captives side. "Wakey-wakey." He said in a singsong voice. "Time to meet my best friend." He cooed, and then giggled, yanking the the sharp weapon off the rope necklace and waving it in front of him. He cackled, kicking the others side once again.


    "Are you awake? We're gonna have so much fun!"

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    Well, he hadn't quite been aware of Jeff's sadistic nature. Especially since it seemed to stretch into insanity as well. Perhaps Fiore had to acknowledge that Jeff wasn't quite sane from his current observations. He'd always been a slight asshole in Fiore's opinion, but even Fiore himself had his moments of being horrible. However, the domestic feline wasn't quite at Jeff's perceivable level. Perhaps Fiore would no longer feel so comfortable around Jeff after seeing him act like this.However, even if he was concerned about his clanmate's attitude towards his captive, he couldn't exactly complain. Violence was necessary. Even entertaining at times. Fiore wasn't going to act as though he was above roughing others. Perhaps he wasn't so menacing, but Fiore certainly didn't protest to the show of strength.


    "G'job Jeff," Fiore complimented as he approached, drinking in the air. He didn't recognise the scent that clung to the prisoner, but it was probably one of their enemies. Otherwise Fiore would gladly slam Jeff's head against the ground for screwing up their politics. However, the male wouldn't become so aggressive without reason. He simply seated himself nearby and made himself comfortable. Fiore's strong point wasn't always torture more than making threats, so watching Jeff work might help the black feline with his own future victims. Fiore preferred to shake off all his weak points, although weakness couldn't always be avoided and one could argue that Fiore was being too idealistic.


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    sehun wasn't sure how much more bullsh*t he was capable of dealing with. after the entire incident with his boyfriend showing up at the border pretty much dead, sehun had given up on most aspects of his life. so this? f*ck it. sehun wasn't suicidal or anything but if he were being entirely honest, death didn't seem like that bad of an option.


    he awakens to a sharp pain stinging in his ribs, a hiss escaping from between gritted teeth. oh, what a lovely start to his day. his dark eyes fly open, a snarl drawing back his lips. his head hurts. correction, everthing hurts. his muscles ache and the violent throbbing within his skull isn't easing that. another blow hits his side but this time he lets out no sounds. sehun rolls onto his front, though he was very much aware that there was no chance he'd be able to fight the bunch and take off running. he takes one look at the figure with the carved smile and he just f*cking knew. of course he'd be kidnapped by a psyochopath that wanted to torture him. oh f*ck. how did sehun get himself into this mess? he didn't even know.


    was there even a proper way to respond in this situation? scream? fight? run? sehun remains glued to the ground, opting to just fix his unblinking steeled stare onto jeff. he's never felt so god damned weak in his entire life. so pathetic. so useless. it was as if he already accepted his fate, knowing his demise was pretty much inevitable. he doesn't speak. instead, he swallows a little at the glint reflecting off of the knife. now this was just unfair. he was in no condition to defend himself. and since this guy seemed to have a few screws loose, he didn't suppose talking his way out of it would help much either. his stupid-ass pride was probably the only thing the dark-furred tabby was holding onto. even that would crumble. sehun already knew.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX;]▶ the male approached, maw parted to get a good scent of where this capture had come from. after a moment, he decided - hawkclan. a group that he absolutely despised, mostly due to their leader. egretstar. was she still around? the husky flicked an ear as he approached, coming up to the right side of fiore and casting his gaze over the capture with a small, yet immensely pleased smile,"wonderful job, jeff." he murmured, settling down onto his hind end and curling his tail around his paws, cocking his head to the side. he'd had no doubts that this guy was.. mm, morally inadequate, given the sheer amount of bloodstains on his coat and obviously less-than-sane tendencies. it was good. this.. this was good. they were an anti-clan, they needed to act like it.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] She liked Jeff, not because he didn't seem like a crazed, derranged, killing machine, but simply because he had been kind to her... though, the whole sweetheart thing made her want to hurl. Gamma was neither a heart nor a flavor, and calling her a flavored organ just wasn't going to fly. Maybe she'd call him a bitter pancreas.. yes, revenge would be sweet.


    The tiny Bengal wormed her way into the growing crowd. She would eye the victim, analyze it- he seemed hurt but she really didn't care, it was an earth creature after all- return her gaze to Jeff and then frown. What? What was this madness? An acrid thought seeped into her mind, contorted itself to make her frown into a sheer grimace before her wailing, nasally voice snapped at the albino killer.


    "HEY YOU PUNK. HEY!" Her eyebrows furrows like anew ever widening crater. "I thought I was your best friend you... you... BITTER PANCREAS!" The alien being huffed much like a child would in annoyance before flicking her lime eyes to the fallen otherlander. What a pity. He seemed so weak... like his life could be crushed at any moment and not a person here would care. It was entertaining really, enough so that Gamma at least wanted to stick around to see.


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    Jeff seemed to have blocked out every other person other than his captive that lay in front of him. He hadn't even bothered to get a name, hadn't he? Well, he honestly didn't care, the only thing he cared about was spilling blood and ruining lives. He took the knife, letting it hover in front of the Hawkclanners face menacingly. Without even turning around, he answered Gammagears yelling. "Sorry Sweetheart, but you see, this blade has been with me from the start. You see, this is the blade that has killed my every victim, this is the knife that killed my parents, and my brother! This is the very knife responsible for my beautiful smile." He explained, voice low and raspy.


    Then, he pressed his knife lightly to the others cheek, not leaving a mark. He left it there, looking thoughtful. So far, the huskies eyes hadn't blinked once, and it didn't look like they would anytime soon as they stared into the others eyes. "Do you want a smile too? Honestly, you're pretty ugly, I think you need one..." He removed to knife though, moving it to his back. "How about I start here?" He asked, pressing the knife between his shoulder blades, then dragging it down painfully slow, leaving a large cut in its wake.


    He then moved it up against Sehuns shoulder, pressing down harshly, stabbing his shoulder. Blood seeped from both wounds and left Jeff to slowly remove the knife and bring it to his mouth. He licked the blade, also leaving a cut on his own tongue, but it didn't seem to effect Jeff. "You know, I missed this. Turning people beautiful! Look at that cut, it's so lovely!" He exclaimed, cackling.


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    "Easy, Gam." Sango would coax as she trotted forwards, icy gaze sweeping over the victim with a muffled sigh. She wasn't one for torture anymore, not for fun anyways, only in dire situations. Like the shady little bitch she was tracking down now, that was special. Otherwise the little spark she had for it seemed to die off, and the hellhound would sit down with half-lidded eyes. Damn, it'd stink of blood for a good few hours after this.



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    with a flick of his small, rounded tail the grizzly would approach, blinking as he looked down at the captured male. "...that's... okay." he eventually grunted. in his real opinion, he didn't like it, but whatever.



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    sehun swallows, dark eyes squeezng shut. this is how his pathetic life would end wasn't it? by the hands of a psychopath he didn't even know the name of. his breath caught in his throat as the cool sensation of the blade pressed into his cheek. a bitter laugh bubbles at the back of his throat but he doesn't dare let it escape. he doesn't avert his gaze from jeff. instead, his dark eyes continue to stare right back, completely devoid of emotion. he's well aware that psychopaths like jeff fed off of fear and he's also well aware that that's exactly what he'd end up giving him sooner of later. just not quite yet.


    pretty ugly? probably. sehun wasn't about to argue over that. a smile? like his? sehun's ears flattened against his cranium, teeth gritting together tightly. a quiet hiss emits from his locked jaws at the sudden slice of the knife. a scream threatened to tear from his lungs but instead he fought it down, shaking like a leaf in the wind. he could feel his own blood, hot like lava, seeping into his dark coat of fur. he felt like the cut was on fire. his entire back was being split apart.


    but god, there was no way in hell sehun intended on snapping anytime soon. the jab in the shoulder triggered a guttural growl mixed with a slight cry. all his legs threatened to give out soon from the pain that seared through every inch of his body. it was pretty pathetic, wasn't it? he didn't even seem to hear jeff after all, he was pretty sure the husky's words were all just bullshit. there wasn't really a way to escape the physical pain that was ablaze across his wounds or the sticky sensation of his own blood drenching his pelt. he felt light-headed, weak, useless.
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