[PRP 4v4] Collaring Dogs [FIN]

[Bittiface]

Mot's head hurt like Hell. His vision blurred, and his ears were ringing. By the time he managed to recover from the attacks from Jordan, he heard what sounded like his friend's screaming. Screaming for Mitsu.

His eyes opened just in time to see them vanish with Mitsu as their captive.

Mot's heart fell, his stomach twisted tightly, a thousand pains jabbed at his core. They'd just taken someone very precious to him. He couldn't scream, or utter any kind of noise. How would they get her now? How could they save her?  

[Lucyal]

They were all gone now. The hunters. Mitsu. Mitsu was gone. There was silence for Hel now, punctuated from her labored breathing from the fight she had put up to protect Mitsu.

Her chest felt tight as the realization sunk in. She was gone. Hel had failed. Hearing about losing other students had touched the reaper, yes. Losing peers was not a good feeling…but this loss…this was too personal. What if they never saw her again? What if, the next time they saw her; it was in the hands of a Hunter? A tool. Hel stared down at her hands, clutching bits of rubble and debris. The little lycan ghoul who had always been so thoughtful and so sweet…the little lycan who had held onto her sleeve all throughout the Isles, and the little lycan who had caught her as she fell. Gone.

With that ache of loss in her chest, Hel didn’t want to fathom how Shun felt.

Useless. That’s what she had been. She couldn’t do anything to help Mitsu.

With that ache of loss came the rush of anger.

Hel’s body shuddered before let out a scream that echoed through out the room. Anger and pain. She banged her fists on the stone floor like a mad woman, but even then it wasn’t enough. Her fingers closed around pebbles, stones and woods bits, and she pushes herself to her feet and threw them, screaming again. It wasn’t enough though, and soon Hel was tearing her way across the floor towards the three thrones. The first one, Hel moved her hands under the middle one and flipped it down the stairs with a cry. How did a reaper manage to do that?

Adrenaline and pure rage.

She then moved down to one of the end ones and flipped that off another side of the stairs. Upon reaching the third one, Hel pushed against it, making it slide across the platform a few edges before she rammed it with another loud cry and watched it tumble down the stairs as well. She stood at the top, chest heaving before she pressed her hands to her face.

After some time, the reaper finally made her way to Shun. Quietly. Her face of devoid of any expression as she knelt in front of the grim and grabbed at the net. With a grit of her teeth she tore it off of him and threw it to the side. She didn’t know what she could say to him right now. Nothing. Instead, she just reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.  

[Blade Kuroda]

He felt... numb. And it wasn't because of the effects of the net. The physical pains of his body couldn't even be felt at this point. Perhaps it was a sign that his body was giving out. It really didn't matter to him. Shun had tried to protect her, but he failed. He had failed horribly too for that matter. Time didn't really seem to pass by for him, and though he heard Hel rampaging, he didn't really register it. No, for now he was lost in his own thoughts. The restrictions upon his body at the moment did well to quash any anger that would have risen otherwise. There was no outlet for rage, so it simply did not exist.

Finally, after some time, he was free from the net. The Reaper still felt incredibly weak, even without it encasing him. Slowly, he pushed himself up so that he was at least kneeling.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and had it dial Lizzy's number.

Dragain

"They have her. Mitsu's been taken by the hunters,"

He practically whispered it. For a moment or so, he looked vulnerable as he said it. It was another rare thing to see from him. Without any other explanation or waiting for a reaction, he hung up.

"Leave me," he ordered the others, but his tone wasn't firm as it had been when he gave out commands earlier.  

[Bilious]

Breathless, Jerry wasted no time pendanting outta' there.  

[iloveyouDIE]

Bix had some hair to mourn.

[EXIT]  

[Bittiface]

Mot winced as Hel shrieked and destroyed their surroundings. Struggling to his feet, a hand gripping the gash on his forehead, he made his way toward the pair after gaining his bearings.

They'd suffered a great loss. It seemed no matter where he went, what he did, something always came crashing down. They were fish in a bowl, pretending they could handle anything about the ocean they'd never seen. It was sad, pathetic. But Mot tried desperately not to fall into despair. It would be too easy. If anything he'd do it for his friends. At least pretend to stay strong.

"We'll find a way.." Mot murmured, still holding his forehead where he'd smashed it on the ground. "There has to be a way."  

[Lucyal]

Hel glanced over at Mot as he approached, frowning a bit at the gash on his forehead before she looked back at Shun. “…No. We are not leaving you here, Shun.” Hel replied. Just to further prove her point, she shifted to one of Shun’s sides and grasped his arm, pulling it over her shoulders. She then looked to the cowboil to do the same so that they could pull him up and take him out of here.

“…If there are any others patrolling…we are ********>.” Was all she simply said. “…Mot is right. We said it ourselves. No matter what happens…we will not stop fighting.”  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun didn't say anything in turn, nor did he struggle against Hel when she worked on getting him back to his feet. He really didn't have the strength to do so. His gaze didn't leave that spot where he last saw Mitsu and Candace, before weakly clenching his free hand into a fist. Anger was finally creeping into him, but it was a more quiet seething rage as that was all he could manage at the moment.

"I will kill them all..." he muttered to himself.  

[Bittiface]

Mot nodded and took up Shun's other side, helping Hel lead him out of the house. His anger frightened Mot a bit, but he tried not to let on. Skittish as he was, he was trying not to let that side of him take over anymore.

All they could do now was get home, heal, and plan.  

[Lucyal]

The ghoul wasn’t alarmed by his anger. Shun had every Jacking right to be angry, and she wasn’t going to try and curb that. Her gaze swept around the room once more, silently getting once last look before she started to guide them out and back to the door that had locked on them. It was open now, she was sure.

For the rest of the trip back Hel remained silent.