If You Play with Fire You're Going to get Burned (PAFP)

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    Security alarms rang in the stale city night air from a convenience store on a street not very populated at this hour. A man in all black with a mask ran down the poorly lit street with a bag filled with cash, cigarettes and other valuables in one hand and a Beretta nano hand gun in the other. Police cars arrived at the scene of the crime while two others were in pursuit. The lights illuminated around the corner, putting the pressure on the felon to find a quick escape to shake them off his trail. Turning into a bordered up shop he weaseled through some rotted wooden planks.


    The sirens passed and faded into the distance. Finally realizing he got away, the criminal leaned his back on the wall to slide to the floor in an exhausted slump. Tossing the mask away he assessed his loot with the shine of greed in his eyes. But he wasn't as safe as he thought he was...


    From the shadows there was a scraping sound of blades skipping on the ground as they swung on a chain, an ominous whistle coming from it's user. Golden eyes glowed bright in contrast to the dark room as a toothy grin was illuminated by stray moon light through the damaged window's. "Excellent catch. I'll the taking that."


    Before the man could scream at the sight before him, the dark figure shot the blade through the man's throat. He tugged on the chain to retrieve it, wiping the blood with the cloth of his sleeve.


    [So the plot is a demon is roaming the city, leaving behind bodies of petty criminals and any vulnerable citizens that would make easy targets for robbing, raping, and just anyone who pisses him off. Your character can be a demon Hunter or typical human, some form of a strong female figure. Maybe down the road they can be romantically involved and she tries to tame him, whatever.

    Expect:

    Strong language

    Explicit dialogue

    Scenes (that will be faded out) suggesting sexual assault (not to your character of course) which will be very very rare

    Gore

    Sirens were blaring, again. Police sirens seemed to be always blaring, every night or other. Trying to catch the petty criminals before they could get turned into fodder for whatever was using the streets as its hunting grounds. A lone woman walked down the street one earbud in her ear and her eyes staring down at her phone the whole time she walked. There had even been a curfew the police were trying to enforce, but it just wasn't working. There were too many people and too few police to keep people off the streets. Her hair pulled away from her face she glanced around the empty sidewalks with distaste. She had been at this game for hours. She had checked every damn street in this city. Her legs throbbed and looking down at her phone screen again it wasn't helpful at all. The attacks were random and spread out. There was no clear pattern to follow and of course it was frustrating.


    Shoving her hands in her pockets she continued walking determined to find something before calling it a night. Stalking through a few back alleys she found herself God only knows where. It was really foolish to think she could find anything after only a few hours of searching. It wasn't as if the demon was just going to pop in front of her face. But, she had kind of been hoping for an easy one this time. A cross hung loosely around her neck and swung as she came to an old boarded up shop that looked like it hadn't seen use in years. Out of other tangible ideas she simply slouched against the building's exterior crumbling walls.


    Tensing as she heard the scrapping of something against the floor the blonde slowly rose herself to her feet pulling out a push blade from her side. There was no guarantee it was anything more then a mouse or a homeless person. Still, she started to creep closer to an opening in the boarded up windows. She tried to be as silent as she possibly could be.

    Through the window the woman could see the mutilated body slouched on the ground. It was apparent that the demon was just here. Unfortunately for him, he was not a demon who held the power of teleportation so he couldn't have been far.


    He had snuck out the back doors of the graffitied shop to get away from the murder scene without being detected. His attire consisted of a black cargo jacket, dark leather work boots, navy blue t-shirt, and dark grey jeans. The shoge like weapons we're concealed in his sleeves and the loot inside of the the pockets of the jacket. Running his hand through his dark Auburn hair he cool walked out into the main Street, heading towards a hidden exclusive club.


    [Sorry for short post, rushing to go somewhere. I'll reply or add more to this post later tonight]

    Peering into the window to see the creature's latest victim spread out against the walls around. She shook her head guessing she could call the cops so this poor idiot wouldn't be left to rot in an abandoned building. That was gonna have to wait though since she was guessing that the demon was still around here somewhere. Clutching her blade tightly in the palm of her hand she frowned and stood up beginning to look around. Her eyes searched to see if there were any other access points to this store. Seeing the alleyway that lead from the back entrance she quickly walked towards it a serious look on her face. The thing was close and se wanted to find it.


    The woman moved into the back alley following it out to the main street. She was ready for something to pop out of every corner. Instead she found herself out on the sidewalk looking around wildly. There weren't many options for who the demon could be, that is if he couldn't teleport or something. Looking at the possible candidates of an elderly woman waiting at the bus stop or a guy in s jacket walking down the street. She decided it was a fifty-fifty shot and decided to trail the guy and see where he goes. She kept her ears buds in and stared down at her shoes as she walked hands stuffed in her pocket.

    The demon glanced around him to confirm his suspicions that he might have a follower. Without a beat he swooped into the club which was busy this time of night. For a split second he made eye contact with the huntress as he went through the door, flashing her a grin, revealing his prominent canines.


    The music was loud and the lights were flashing in all colors but the ambiance was mostly decorated with dark blues and neon purples. In a swift movement he grabbed a drink from one of the waitresses carrying around a tray of shots. After gulping it down he placed the glass back on the tray while giving the waitress a seductive look and charming smile. Reaching into his jacket he tucked a few fifty dollar bills in the woman's back pocket firmly.


    "Another productive day at work, huh Damien?" The Ruby haired waitress purred.


    "Well, like they said: do a job you love then it never feels like work." Damien glanced at the door of the club to see of his pursuer was still afoot.

    Having guessed he would catch the fact she was following him she kept an eye on him as he moved. She was pretty certain now she had followed the right suspect. As she heard his footsteps change direction she watched him go straight for what looked like a stowed away club after flashing her a toothy grin. Yep, he definitely knew she had been following. Yanking out her earbuds she rolled her eyes slightly. "Crap." She muttered knowing that going in after him could be suicide. There was no telling what was in the club. She could be walking into a whole nest of demons.


    Standing there for a moment she was stuck down with indecision. She needed to do this. There was no telling how many more deaths this guy would be responsible for before he was actually caught or she even had another chance to catch him. Muttering under her breath she pulled her hair down from the ponytail that held it up before. Of course she was dressed casually to blend in to the streets. Her hair fell down around her shoulders and she pulled up her leather jacket as tightly as she could. Ducking into the club after him she kept her head down and moved on the edges of the crowd. She almost felt sick from all the dark and neon in the club surrounding her. It didn't help that the whole thing smelled stale.


    Shaking her head her blue eyes began snaking around frowning when she caught sight of someone she thought was her target. Of course it didn't help he was looking right back at her. Well this wasn't going to very much fun at all. She was going to be loosing any element of surprise.

    Damien made his way to the back of the club meeting one of the women on his way there. He whispers something in her ear and her face glazes over, almost as if she was in a drunk stupor. Her body became more limp as she mindlessly followed him out through a back door that led to outside. He was going to see just how "dangerous" this stalker was while holding a bit of insurance: this possessed guest.

    Starting to make her way over to him she clutched something in her balled up fist. She was very ready to attack him in front of all of these people. He needed to be stopped and it had to be before he did anymore damage. Of course the crowded club made it harder for her to get to him very quickly. Shoving her way through the crowd she wasn't able to get some of the bigger people out of her way. Sighing in frustration she narrowed her eyes as she saw him slip away with a girl following. "You have got to be joking!" She spat under her breath stalking around the edges of the crowd until she made it to the club.


    The woman was not about to loose her target now. Not when she was so close to getting him. Pushing her way out the back door she looked around wildly a small dagger gripped in her hand. She could already guess this was going to involve a hostage situation with the girl who went out with him. This wasn't going to be fun for her. Why couldn't she just get those easy demons that didn't involve stupid humans in this.

    In the ally that the club exited out to by the dumpsters the demon stood holding the dazed woman with an arm across her chest and a blade to her neck. Damien greeted the huntress with a wicked smile as his eyes flashed in the dark. "Don't think I didn't notice you following me. I can smell the blessed weapons you carry around."

    She pushed the door open in a furry. Her eyes caught his eyes immediately and stopped seeing he was indeed using the girl as leverage. She crossed her arms over her chest staring at the demon. “I wasn’t trying all that hard.” She shrugged slightly holding up the blessed daggers resting easily in her palms. “So..you want me to just step away and you won’t kill her.” The huntress almost sounded bored with the fact. She didn’t know this person and in her mind she was weighing this girl’s life as worthless then all the potential deaths she would be saving by getting rid of him. She took a step closer testing him as she neared.

    "You make it sound like you're waiting for it to happen." He purred with amusement. Taking note of her step he mapped out the next couple of moves. "Letting her die makes you just as bad as any demon." Damien whispered into the girl's ear and her body became stiff and alert. "But don't worry, she's going to be participating plenty in this endeavor..." With that he slipped a dagger in her hand and released her. She came charging at the huntress with a knife, the expression of pure rage painted on her face.

    The woman gripped her dagger handle a little tighter at his insult. It was obvious he was doing it just to get under her skin and it was working. “Bastard.” She hissed as the girl seemed to be falling more and more under his influence. She didn’t feel any better about the situation when he handed her the knife. She sidestepped the girl’s charge gripping her daggers tight. Frowning she was forced to turn her focus on the girl and forget the demon for a moment since there was a good chance this girl was going to do everything she could to kill her. Pushing a trash can between her and girl she frowned bracing herself. She was debating how hard she would try and keep from killing this girl.

    The girl knocked away the trashcan that was not of her own. It slowed her down but it wasn't enough to stop her. She slashed at the air as if she was aiming for the huntress' eyes and face. She let out a war cry with each swing. Damien's grin grew wider. He began to lurk down the shadows of the allyway, not to flee but to prepare an ambush should she make it past his minion. As he mouthed the words the girl spoke them: "Fight me, bitch! I'll tear you apart!"

    The huntress managed to duck out of the way of blow aiming at her face. Sighing she shook her head becoming much less determined to avoid killing the girl with each swing she took. Ducking and backing away from the blows she didn’t fight her much directly instead trying to avoid the blows. When she spoke the woman only frowned and aimed a kick right at the girl’s legs to get her off her feet. She glanced over her should groaning when she saw the demon had vanished from sight. Damn it why did this have to be so complicated?! “Stay out of my way.” She warned to the girl frowning as she grabbed a smaller dagger retreating a bit and throwing it squarely at her leg.

    The girl let out a distressed and enraged scream as her leg was struck by the knife. She fell to the ground, the knife clattering beside her. "Why?! Why would you do that?" Her face went from twisted anger to confusion and fear. "Wh-where am I? What happened?" She looked at her leg and cried out again in agony. "Please help me!"

    The huntress raised a brow and looked over her shoulder at the girl. "You tried to kill me." She half way explained what had happened, but didn't really give any more detail then that. Frowning she looked away glancing towards the shadows, not able to pick out the demon at first. Huffing with frustration she looked back at the girl like she was little more then a burden to deal with. Muttering something under her breath she kicked the girl's knife away and offered her a hand up although not doing much else as she still seemed more preoccupied with the demon that may or may not still be there.

    The girl sniffled before getting up. "Can you get me to a hospital??" She asked in a panicked voice. Yes, get this huntress off my tail. Or at least take her somewhere I can deal with her myself. The demon thought, his tail twitching beside him. Better yet... Maybe I can follow her home. He smiled deviously as he slipped away to have a better view out of sight from the threat.


    Damien was worried that she could trace his location by doing a reverse on his possession of the girl, but he had faith that she wasn't that skilled enough. The thought made him smirk, this girl wouldn't be able to get an upper hand. He almost felt like he had to give her a bit of hope.

    Her mouth drew itself in a thin humorless line giving a exasperated sigh she didn't make any moves to help the girl just stared at her for several moments thinking through her options. She didn't really feel like helping her since the girl could still very easily still be under his influence and just try and lead her into a trap from here. Holding on to her dagger she narrowed her eyes and looked around in the shadows still not able to spot him. The demon could have easily given her the slip and already be gone. Not to mention she couldn't really have this girl witnessing the fight that would ensue afterwards. "Fine come on." She grumbled not really seeing the wound as that big of deal, but she supposed that a civilian would overreact to even little things. "Alright let's go." She muttered softly sighing as she looked over the human.


    The huntress thought that she could possibly turn this around turn this situation around in her favor. Offering the woman her arm for her to use for support if she really needed it. The woman knew that she wouldn't be able to do a reverse on the girl's possession. Her only chance was to maybe draw the demon out. With that in mind she turned herself fully around and ushered the girl out of the alleyway.

    [Dang she's good, I totally was going to have the chick go batshit crazy again]


    Damien followed in the shadows, making the girl shudder. "Do you feel that?" She asked. "I feel like we're being watched..." whispers from the demon began dancing in her head. She gripped her skull and whimpered, "What is going on??" Images of the girl ending up dead in a ditch somewhere by the road filled her head. This was what he specialized in: feeding off the sanity of others. He was able to send images and thoughts to the victim if he was able to maintain a connection before hand like possession. The next message was a bit of him trying to scare off the hunter. "He-he says that he's going to be coming for us...! And th-that we'll both be dead by morning!"

    The huntress sighed as the girl started to freak out a bit. She retreated a couple steps seeming cautious of getting too close now. She frowned and glanced over her shoulder. “I’m pretty sure you’re right.” She muttered although not seeming terribly concerned about it considering the fact she wanted the demon back in the open. She watched rather remorseless as the girl seemed to be tormented by the demon in her head. Shifting she stared down at her for a moment. A thin smile appeared on her lips at the clear threat. “Night’s still young.” She shrugged slightly and crouched down beside the girl. “I’ll call you a cab and you can go to the hospital?” She offered the option for the girl to get out of it. This was going to be a bad night and the demon would probably forget about the girl if he had a huntress to deal with still. She wasn’t saying it, but she was pretty sure that she wasn’t dead one way or another.