[Quest] The Hunters and the Hunted.

[Demetri Malius]

Gabby stood with her arms limp at her sides, staring down into the mud, her breath still heavy and rapid while it disturbed the frosty and foggy air. 

"You mean this fucker.... is the wrong fucking guy?" She called out, starting from a harsh rasp and building up to a boiling shriek. Her axe seemed to teleport instantly across the mud,  suddenly embedded into the thick bark of the tree, its outer shell splitting open before the two men could hear the wood crack. A large blade mere inches from the now cured werewolf, turning the man's head while he widened his eyes.

"It's not my fault! You should've known who you were after you dumbasses! What..... wait don-" 

BANG-BANG.

A shriek echoed through the dark woods as a thin pillar of smoke softly dissipated around the gun Gabriella held, its power exhumed in that single moment. Victor looked towards the undead woman, immediately reprimanding her.

"What do you think you are doing," he roared as he stepped forwards, fist held at his sides. "Don't forget I want to have my chance to slowly deprive this liar of his sorry life!"

"Well... WAIT YOUR FUCKING TURN!" 

A yelp as boot met flesh and made a hollow sound, splattering blood and spit on the long dead plants rotting in the ground.

"I'm not waiting my turn like some silly child, I want to make this liar pay NOW!"

A slam of bone against wood.

"I shot him first, I kill him first!"

The ax gets torn from the tree, seconds before it tastes flesh and shatters bone. More screaming. 

"Well, leave some of the killing for me!"

A soft tear can be heard, followed by panicked gurgling.

"YOU FUCKER. NOW HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT IN THREE SECONDS."

The man choking on his own blood faded in and out of consciousness seeing only traces of red, violet, and deep blue, trying to focus on the words floating around him, looking around and reaching up as if to pluck their meaning from the air. A blur rushed past him as he could only assume the woman who drove the ax into his knee.

Three.

Loud shouts. Everything is swirling together. His mind reminiscing over his life of being an outcast and a fool, until he acquired his Lycan powers, sorrow filling his body and soul. 

Two.

Silence. The sounds of lips smacking. Darkness. Regret. Everything fading away. The attempt to lose the duo in the woods.

One. 

More lips smacking. More of his life consumed. The battle rattling in his mind. In his final moments, he caught a glimpse of his kills embracing and gave one last breath.

Distant howls drowned out the lewd cries that followed, no doubt calling for the two brothers they had lost that night.