Capture

["Parker!"]

[Rawr, rahin, you didn't pick who you wanted (kinda wanted you to play the woman so i'll leave room for you to play her if you want)]

In hell there was no actual day or night. It was just dark most of the time, and errie reminder of where you were. Where no light would shine. A small luminous glow would come from the 'sky' to give some light, but there was no sun.

Thats why Seth had a little difficult time figureing out when to leave. He had gotten himself ready locating a firearm in his black trench coat along with a blade to two hidden somehwere. It was always nice to be protected...even if with a look he could snap heads easily. But where was the fun in that? Seth was especially fond of firearms-- they were so fun to use. And really fun to see the faces of the victims when they'd be suprized that he'd acually hit them dead on. Yes, Seth figured it would be wise to bring some on the trip. Humans didn't have the power to snap heads with a look. He figured he shouldn't use his power because of so many human eyes...

Seth traveled away from the dark palace slipping though the streets of the city around it. The streets were dark with demons, killers, muderers, theifs, rapists, and any other that was damned to this place. He spoke to no one, but most of them eye'd him. What would a nobel like him be doing down here? Nobody dared to ask, but simply glared. At hard times like this everyone was punished for almost anything. Sarai tried to keep a tight leash on the demons but there was always a few that would step out of line. Seth merely iggnored them, his thoughts in multiple directions. He had a plan to get past the angels, but would it work? The angels were holy but very sly. And being so holy, they were dangerous to him. But then again, he was their weakness too. It was an interesting rivalry. He made his way out of the huge city gates into the vast land of nothing. There were other villages along the way but most was just vast land full with savages that were exhiled from the city and villages. Loners. Starving for life. Seth looked back to the city, seeing the tops of the castle over the whole city and then he looked back to the vast land. His lips moved quickly with tiny whispers of unholy words. A hand raised up quickly, fingers ripping the dull air upward leaving a nice ragged hole as he thought of earth. He glanced around then stepped though the port hole. He'd made a special little curse to serpass the detection of angels. It was a weak curse only just made, but it had enough strength to work... for now.

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The city was starting to settle, the sun already set but life still went on in the large city. Lights flickered of old lamps that needed a desperate change of a lightbulb. Rarely and cars rode on the streets, but you could still hear the faint screech of drag racers in the distance. It was a cool night, few shop owners still thriving to clean up for the day. Beside a street bench a street light flickered every few seconds. A cursed silent rip tore the air as a boot steped out of it. Then followed a body, a unusually tall, skinny, towering figure. Dark blue hair dulled in the orange glow of the flickering light, a expressionless face being partly covered by the thick brown belt.

Hm. Earth had gone pretty much down the drain since he left... The city looked ragged and stranded. But it was just night. Bits and peices of rememberace of his human days came at him with each sight of an object and sence. Had earth always been this crappy? Where was he? Seth frowned before relaxing and glanceing around finding nobody in his path. He moved quickly, looking out for holy pressure of angels. None yet. Had the curse really worked? He smiled faintly at the thought before frowning agian. This place was stranded. How could he get anybody here? He heard a faint noise of sreeching before looking down at the ground. What the? He looked back up slowly, his face pinpointing the sign. Subway. Remembering was so much easier now. He swiftly moved toward the downward stairs being put in light.

Rarely anyone was down there. Some man was wrapped in three coats surrouned by some peices of newspaper. Homless. A hobo. He iggnored Seth (partly because he was half asleep), as well Seth iggnored him. He walked down folding his arms over his broad chest in fustration. But his thoughts were droned in the roar of the oncomoming beast. Swiftly the subway passed Seth, making his hair fly a little, but he just stood there stiffly. Hmmm. He could see human shapes on the subway. Might as well start his jounney here... He waited till the train slowed inch by inch until it came to a stop. Then quickly noticed a small man came beside him waiting for the doors to open. Seth let his head look down at the man as the man slowly looked back at him almost confused. The doors opened before anyone could speak and the small man quickly rushed in. Seth growled and followed casually stepping onto the train.

More people were here this time. Most buisness men and women dressed up in dresses or suits from work returning home. Some tourists as well as hobos. Nobody really interesting him at this point. Seth wasn't quite excited with earth at this point. But he did recive some interesting stares from the humans. He supposed he did look a little odd with a belt around his head and a few sitches here and there... He was standing by the end wall, standing ridgid and looking at nothing in paticular. A couple was whispering something as everyone was scilent. Gah, humans were so weird! But then Seth seemed to relax as he finnally moved. His head turned to the side a little, as he looked across the subway. There.

A young woman was sitting down reading a book quietly minding her own buisness. She was one of the few that had glanced at him at the begining but had returned to looking back to her book. He could see her figure perfectly. She was small, skinny, although old enough to ride the subway alone. She smelt like food as she weas probably a waitress at some resturant. He could tell all this from the other side of the subway.

And then she looked up. She could feel the presence of someone looking at her. Her eyes connected with his body and she stared blankly at him. He just kept looking for a few more momments. Of course she quickly and stiffly looked back at her book. He could see her body tense as he knew she was wondering why the 'weird guy with the belt around his head'. Seth curved a sly smile and finally looked back to nothing. That was her. She was the woman.

On and on more people left rather then coming on. The lights flickered now and then sometimes leaving momments of darkness where people would suck in their breaths lightly hoping the man with the weird blue hair wouldn't move. But to their relief he would always be in the same spot when the lights came on. And again the train would always slow and stop letting people off and rarely any on. It was stopping again. Seth's alert was perked as he heard a small close of a book. He gave nothing too it but the doors opened. And then she moved. She got up slowly grabbing her purse and her book under her arm. This was her stop. Seth looked over as she started to walk out the door closest to her. He finally moved, walking quickly to get out the door the woman just walked out of. The people hesitated watching the odd man move their eyes following his every move.

Seth caught the door with his hand rigth before the doors closed. They switftly opened back again. He was about to walk out befor he caught a look from some guy. He looked about nineteen, and rather stoned. He was on something alright. The guy turned his head toward Seth and laughed aloud some people looking at him. He finally spoke his words slurred,

"Heeeyy buddehh, it'ss abit early for holloweeen eh heh heh?"

Some people snickered as Seth grew tense knowing about the humans little 'holloween' tradition. Where you dress up as something scary or sweet or stupid. Dumb humans. He turned his head, holding the door looking at the man cooly for a few momments. Everything was scilent as the door kept trying to close but Seth slammed it back open again. He didn't have time for this. The security on the subway finally got there, he was stalky and somewhat muscualr. He looked up at Seth,

"Sir, is there a problem?"

He asked turning hesitant seeing the sight. Seth just stared coldly at the stoned man before turning and walking out.

"No."

He growled as he let the doors go as they closed letting the train go again. His lips turned to a wicked smile as he was in amusement of the humans. That stoner probably thought he was pretty cool... Little did he know was that later tonight he was going to get hit by a truck. Oh well.

Seth put his hands in his pockets as he looked from side to side for the girl that had walked off. Damn where'd she go. He turnd his head to the left and saw her tiny figure moving away out of sight. Quickly Seth followed a plan coming up in his mind.

It truely was one of those horror scenes in the movie. The subway port was empty, dim lights making the walkway creepy. Seth kept a large distance behind, he didn't want to lead much suspicion but he did want to keep his eye on her to study her further. He simply could just stun her and take her away, but that wasn't really his style. He might as well make a little game out of this while he was up here. Anways he didn't get to come up here all the time, he might as well make his while up here. Seth glanced behind him then lowered his head keeping his sences on the girl way infront of him.

[you can play the girl if you want cause i just wanted to start her and i can play the boy or whatever XD]

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And you forgot to bring your gun. Annie thought to herself tensely, glancing into the soft reflections of store windows. There was no doubt about it. The man with the belt on his head was chasing her, and she felt cold. Very cold. As if she'd just walked over her own grave without knowing it. She could hear the sound of her mother's voice in the back of her head, 'Better have some salt handy, deary, or the demons'll get you.' And then her uncle's gruff, annoyed reply, 'You're filling that girl's head with supersticious nonsence, Cris. It'll stunt her growth.' But the ghosts of her past did not comfort her as they usualy did, and her feet moved just a little faster. Don't stop. That was the message. If yo uwere being followed in New York, or Chicago, or any of hte big cities, don't stop until you get to a crowded area. And the area, unfortunately, was far from crowded.

Annie drew the red hoodie she was wearing around her more tightly, and kept her eyes trained on the ground. Ever so often she would stop, and see if the stranger stopped. Sure enough, he did. Annie was no coward, but being chased by a man with scars and a belt on his face was beyond ordinary. It was supernatural. Her uncle was a doctor. He was entitled not to believe in these things. Annie, though, was a measly waitress who worked for eight dollars an hour, smiling a plastic smile all her customers. She remembered getting four pennies as a tip, once.

Civilization was approximately a fifteen minutes walk from here. She could go there...get murdered, or raped, or mutilated on the way... or... Annie glanced around with anxious eyes for anything open. Green's place. Briefly she wondered who would bother to name their store such an uninteresting name, and how it could possibly be kept in business, but the thought was swept from her mind a few moments later. She didn't turn sharply, but meandered towards the place as if it had been her intention to go there all along.

The door opened with a click and shut solidly behind her. Surprisingly "Green's Place" was impecably clean, and actually had a few customers in it. A boy with his mother, an old worn out looking man, a business woman discussing something very interesting with her very casually attired friend. You're cool, Annie. She calmed herself, walking up to the counter, "Do you have soups?"

"Chicken noodle's the speciality tonight." The woman behind the counter said in a dull voice. /She/ doesn't have to pretend to be nice for five hours straight. Annie thought bitterly, giving the woman a small smile and moving her brown hair out of her face. "I'll have that, and a coke, please."

"That'll be eight fifty."

Annie handed the cash over as quickly as she dared, "Do you have a phone?" she asked, and the woman guestured at a beaten up looking pay phone by the other end of the room. Annie hurried towards it and picked up the line. 9-1-1... It was answered immediately. "I think I'm being followed." She wasted no time in describing the man, her eyes drifting to the windows to see if he was getting any nearer. He had stopped about ten feet from the stoor.

"...You're being followed by a man with a belt over his eyes."

"That's correct."

"Hon, is it possible you've had too much to drink, or you're shot up with something?"

"No, no it's not possible! Please, I'm being followed and I'd like some help!"

"Right. We'll send the next available man over."

Annie heard the operator hang up with a click and she hung up as well, realising a second too late that the woman hadn't even asked where she was located.

"Soup's ready."

Annie picked the soup up without a word and sat down, her eyes on the man by the light with the belt over his eyes. The soup had cooled and neither of them had moved an inch. The woman managed to shake away the feeling of terror and stared down at her soup hopelessly, taking a quick bite and shoving it away. No. She wasn't hungry. Something was wrong. You /need/ to get out of here. With that thought she got up immediately, but the door clicked open.

Oh no. Oh no no no no. No no no.

It was him.

["Parker!"]

Yes there was time to waste but Seth didn't have a lifetime to throw away. He just needed to get two people and leave this second hell. But he seemed to like to waste time. It was interesting to watch her move. Her every single mortal move. Those slow human reactions which could only make a demon laugh in amusement. She was his lab rat, his little experiement. And unusually she was catching on quite well. Ever since they had exited the subway she had been walking briskly. She hadn't looked back, and she was way tense. She knew he was following her. And he loved every second of her stricken fear, her uneasyness, it was relaxing. Although this lab rat wasn't stupid. She just kept walking on, not looking past once. Although every minute or so she's slowed to a tiny stop and glance back. And of course he'd stopped giving her room. But now was the problem. She was going up now. Crap. He frowned letting his lips turn to a silent snarl. She was going toward population. He followed her carefully staying back giving her a good distance.

She was quite interesting acually. She had lost her slight fear and had begun to make a bold move. She went into some shop, probably a resturant. She was letting herself be trapped? Oh this was all too good! But so sad, yes indeed. The little game was over? Hmmm. Seth stopped by a street light across the street looking into the glass windows of the returant from a distance. She was ordering food and had been gestured to the back of the store by some unhappy lady. He frowned not liking that he couldn't see her anymore. But after a few minutes of patience he saw her emerge from the back. She looked a bit shooken but still kept composure. He smiled evily as he crossed the street casually. She was getting up. His hand pulled out of his coat and opened the door. She was standing now, looking like she was about to burst out the door, but he was blocking the way. She looked terrified at this point.

A few people looked up. A small boy. He let his head look over to the mother and child as he smiled wickedly. A boy. A child. Ooh, she picked a very good place. Sarai will be so proud. But first...the girl. He turned his head back towards the girl as he looked at her and closed the door behind him. He casually walked over, seeing obvious looks from people. They eye'd him curiously with confusion but didn't dare speak up because of his towering apperance. Seth moved closer, looking friendly but it was obvious he was up to no good. He let his coat flip slightly, revealing a black shiny gun-- only to the girl though.

He was close enough now to whisper to her as he acually passed her,

"Scream or move-- everybody dies."

He hissed, passing her as he went, going over to the counter and grabbing a toothpick. He came back letting her take one last look at the gun as he kept her under a secretive hostage like siutaion. He nodded to the seat before smiling friendly and acually speaking reguarly in a friendly voice,

"Sit, will you?"

His smile turning wicked as he glanced around seeing nobody too suspicious of him yet. He nodded towards the chair glanceing at her soup before giving her a momments look that notified her he wasn't jokeing.

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His voice sent a violent chill up her spine that made Annie's back jerk, and she sucked in a tight breath. Her feet moved her to where her mind could not. She sat rigidly, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. Annie had occasionally wondered what on earth fasinated them so much about the lights that they would remain completely immobile... but now she knew it wasn't fascination in their eyes. They were literally seeing their own death. Just as she felt it in every move the man made. And clear as day, she said to herself in the back of her mind Annie, you're going to die.

The thought terrified her. A weapon. I need a weapon. Her eyes took the chance of flicking around the room for something...anything to throw at him, or to block him with. But he had a gun. He had a gun, and so many scars over his body it didn't look like even cutting his head off would have much of an effect on the man. If he was a man. The knowledge of her own death made her still, like the dear. Like a rabbit before it was butchered by the wolf.

But this was no wolf. This man had no concept of mercy. Premature tears jumped to her eyes, but she steeled herself, refusing to let them fall. You're jumping to conclusions, Annie. Stop being so paranoid. But the feeling wouldn't go away. God allmighty, listen to my prayer...don't let it hurt too badly before death. Please Please Please, don't let it hurt. She had heard such terrible stories. People with their eyes goujed out, and people who had been skinned. Please let it be painless.

Annie Harlow was about to learn just how deaf God was to her prayers.

["Parker!"]

Seth merely smiled innocently as his little rat just stood there looking caught and defeated. Ahh, wepons were so forceful these days. Seth knew how delicate the human skin and organ was--seeing he was one of these rats a long time ago. But that was too far off to barely remember. He slid into the chair across from the girl his hands placed ontop of the table. They looked like anything but normal hands. Their skin pigment slight diffrent from the rest of his body as well as lines of old and new stitching across some knuckles and fingers. Seth's head looked over the girl's head, taking a peek at the little boy who was still trying to figure out who this weird guy was. Most of the other adults had slowly returned back to their conversation and meal but still glanceing back every little while.

Seth then turned back with a small grunt satisfied. He folded his arms over his chest as he slid back in his chair a little looking a bit lazy. He yawned gently, revealing his human-like teeth that were jagged at the teeth more toward the jaw. Then he finally looked at his target right infront of him. He smiled wickedly keeping the scilence before speaking again in a low voice for her to hear,

"Hm, don't look so petrified-- I'm not that scary looking, am I?"

He snickered warned with a thick tone of joke but his voice wouldn't let the relaxation come out. She looked terrified. But maybe it was because she thought she was going to die. He kept his gaze fixed upon her as he hesitated before speaking quizically,

"What's your name?"

He growled straightening up a little bringing his hands back down under the table. Where the gun was. He stared at her coldly. It was hard to tell where exactly he was looking at times, especially because you had no eyes to use as a refrence. And for a momment he wondered if she would be the right fit for tourture. She didn't look like your average cage fighter, but she was bold. Bold enough to not faint by this time.

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Annie stared straight ahead, refusing to let him reel her into saying anything. The man put his hands on the table and Annie had to keep herself from gasping sharply. She glanced at them for half a second, and then her mind was running through all the superstitions her mother had ever taught her. Bread in pocket for fairy's. Salt behind your left shoulder if you spill it, in case of demons. No cracked mirrors. The colour blue. Four leafed clover. You don't have ANYTHING on this guy! Her eyes looked back at his hands. At the salt to the left. He wasn't exactly avoiding it.

And he had a gun. Just keep reminding yourself of that, Annie, cause it's not gonna go away any time soon. And you don't want to be shot. I don't want to die at all. But that doesn't seem very likely...The man asked her name and Annie stared straight ahead. 'And above all, Annie, /never/ tell the fae your name.' She heard her mother's voice reproach, and Annie opened her lips, but no sound came out. She licked them and tried to clear her throat. "A-Abigail." she managed to stutter out, her eyes glancing over to the woman at the counter, who was staring with more avid attention at the pair.

She pleaded with her eyes. Please, please help me! Her eyes watered and she blinked, shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of her stalker. The woman at the counter looked away, and Annie's hopes faded. 'As soon as he tries anything, Annie...as soon as he moves, you grab that salt shaker.' Her mother's voice again. 'And run like the devil hisself is on your heels, girl.' The uncle's voice added with a low rumble. Annie silently agreed, and continued to remain motionless.

["Parker!"]

Seth carefully picked at a stitch on his finger- the one that Sarai had attempted to stitch on-- but it was coming off now. Damnit. He could feel her uneasyness as she was probably wondering what the hell he was and what the hell he wanted. He listened intently waiting patiently for an answer as she fidgited for a momment. He knew she was trying ot look for a whay out of this situation but she knew there was no way out of this. He stared down at her intently and she finally stuttered out a name. It seemed like she picked out a random name... maybe she did. He gave a face of obvious dissapointment but he followed along. Abigale. Didn't really fit her. He started at her for a few momments feeling her eyes advert away, he glanced back looking at the waitress who had moved away a second before he looked back. He smiled wickedly and leaned over the table slightly, his hands folding above the table as his head lowered as if he was going to tell her a secret.

"What's your plan to get out? There's no real way for you to get away but, heh, I'm curious."

He growled softly before leaning back slightly his head lowered shadowing his face slightly as he stared intently at her. Human. She had no way of getting out but right now she seemed rather interesting. How she knew to go to population and was acually bold enough to do so. He hesitated then frowned lightly,

"Hm, you probably don't have a plan, do you? Well no problem, I have one. You wana hear?"

He spoke edgily his head c.ocked to the side lightly as he glanced over her head to look at the boy who had turned his attention to a salt container. Hrmf. He lowered his head slightly again as he looked back at her quizically.

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Well that confirmed it. He was planning on doing something to her. On taking her somewhere. Annie didn't answer once again. Don't give in to bullying tactics. Act calm. They might lose interest. But he was looking at her so calculatingly that Annie doubted she had a chance. Doubted it, but hoped anyway. So when he leaned back and glanced behind her, asking her if she wanted to hear his plan, she took her chance, lunged for the biggest object on the table (the napkin holder), and threw it at him clumsily She'd knocked the salt over, but she was too afraid to stop and actually do what the old superstitions said. Yeah Right. Like salt woudl help...what if it was just a regular guy!?

She screamed as she ran from the store, adrenaline coursing through her body. "HELP! HELP!" Annie's voice echoed through the streets melancholically, and returned to her with no answer. A few junkies in the ally's looked up, saw the blurr of red run by, and looked down again, jittering a little. Flashes of colour weren't unusual for them. And calls for help were as familiar to the inner city as the streets were. Gangs used them to lure unwary travelers from the saftey of population.

Annie pumped her legs, feeling the adrenaline leave her, and she slowed down slightly. She wasn't a runner. She wasn't much of an exerciser at all, and even this bolt for freedom was giving her a stomach cramp. The quick, cold intakes of air was making her lightheaded and she panted more heavily, now at a steady trot. He wouldn't be able to catch up to her, right? She'd gotten a head start...and it was hard to aim a gun in the dark.

["Parker!"]

Seth dreaded this momment. He knew she would rebel a little, and he had forced her hostage with a gun. But she was still unwilling. Damn stuborn humans. He could feel the vibrations of her suddne movement and he quickly acted. He moved his arm up, the metal hitting his arm and bounceing off before hitting the table with a clang. She was already halfway out the door before he got up not even looking at the people who had started to stand up questioning what the hell was going on. He simply walked out growling aloud. He walked out of the store seeing her run down the street screaming and he sighed heavily. He snarled before dissapearing from site. He was sure nobody saw him, but he wasn't really looking.

It was a few momments of utter peace for the running girl before it would seem like she smacked into a brick wall. Seth was placed right exactly infront of her now. He'd shifted position as she blindily ran into him. Before she could smack to the ground (maybe even stumble because she wasn't running that fast) he grabbed her forcefully, putting a hand over her mouth, tightly. His other arm grabbed her torso, easily picking her up. He figured there was no way she was going to walk around with him like that so he picked her up trapping her arms with another arm around her and over her mouth. He backed away from the street and into the darkness of an alley.

"I tried to be nice. I really did."

He hissed at her threatingly as they moved further back into the alley as he gripped tightly his un-human grip on her. He was sure the alley was clear as he backed both of them into the darkness of it. He leaned against the wall, pulling her even close to his body as he growled slighty into her ear.

"Listen you little shit, you pull one little act like that again and I'll snap your neck and make sure you have a slow painful death, got it?"

He snarled at her in-humanly his words becoming demonic like. He was not in a good mood anymore, acually quite annoyed. He held her tightly checking the scene waiting for a simple nod of her head.

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Annie shrieked when she hit something in front of her, and screamed again when the thing put its hand on her face. The way he had his hand placed made her gagg and she threw up what little contents there were in her stomach. Slimey liquid of the partially sipped soup and water slid down his hand. Annie coughed and let out a sob as he carried her into the alley.

Tears were slipping out of her eyes and onto her face freely, and her stomach clenched tightly as she tried to pull her head away from his hand and the stench of her vomit. "Nooo- no no!" she said in a whining tone of voice. One that seemed to belong to a three year old who was being scolded. Her mouth open and bit down, and her body began to writhe like a serpents.

"Let me go! Let me GO!" she protested over and over again, not bothering to listen. Now it was almost like a routine. She was the victim. He was the opressor. It didn't matter what he said, or what he said he would do. His status as the opressor wouldn't change. So Annie didn't bother pretending to try and listen. She was too lost in hysterics, sobbing and pleading, and mumbling promises about not telling anybody anything if he would just let her go.

She kicked out with her free leg, and her knee colided with his stomach, but he still held her with his arms, "GET AWAY! GET AWAY! HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" her voice had risen like a banshee's and then faded towards the end, receding into more shaking sobs. Once she'd gotten her breath back it started again, "HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE! PLEASE I BEG YOU PLEASE PLEASE! HELP! HE--" A wave of nausea took over her body and she threw up again, retching out nothing but air, gasping and retching again. Her stomach was contracting painfully and expelling nothing but disgust at the situation she was in.

["Parker!"]

If Seth could slap himself right now-- he would slap hard. Foolish to even think that a human would react in the calm but terrified way that he expected them. They weren't like demons. They had severe emotions which led to extreme reactions. It would have been oh-so-easy to just slip out his dagger and stick her with it, but saddly he needed her alive. He dragged her over more, and snarled in discust as she threw up on his hand. Ugh, sick! He held her though fighting back the urge to beat her for her actions like he would usually do to the demons back in hell.

He lost slight grip on her mouth as she released yells and screeches of pleas and cries. He struggled with her his body forceing her back more into the alley. She pleaded for someone, anyone-- just not him. He iggnored her and her promises, and suspected that nobody was around--and if they were... they weren't going to be for long. Soon enough he felt her knee go in contact with his stomach as he gasped slightly but growled nubbing away the pain. Not a scratch. She started screaming again as they reached the final end of the alley. It was a brick wall connecting the two buildings beside them and he roughly pinned her against the wall as she started to gag and try to throw up. He roughly turned her around, making him face him as his hands gripped her wrists, squeezing once before he let go. Saddly though he put a restraining curse on her so all she could do was struggle. Quickly then he put his non-thrown up hand on her neck tightly as he growled,

"Shut the fuck up."

And at that momment all her sound went away. No more sreams, plea's, and whimpers coming from her. She was being put on mute for awhile.

He stepped back not wanting to get knee'd again as he snarled to himself looking back at the entrance of the alley to see nobody. Suprizingly everybody was asleep at this time...or atleast they weren't paying attention to her. He shook his hand as the contents of her soup dripped off his hand. He wiped his hand off in discust before glancing up to the pinned Abigale giving a toothy snarl.

"Your too noisy, yaknow that?"

[just need a few momments of peace, yaknow? its hard not to powerplay a little XD]

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Annie struggled against the curse on her body and gave up soon into the game. She was too tired and lightheaded and it wasn't doing any good in any case. Instead she slumped over and her back shook. Tears jumped down from her eyes and her cheeks were wet and sticky. The wind blew on them and she felt like somebody had slapped her with a frozen hand. Just let me go, let me go. she begged inside her head, afraid to look at him. To cast her eyes on such evil.

Too tired. Too tired to remain awake, and too miserable. She let herself fall, with a thump on the ground, pretending to ahve fainted, but in too much fear to have actually done so. She couldn't still her shaking shoulders, and she stared at the thing's booted feet, her tears crawling down her face. She sniffed, loudly, opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out.

["Parker!"]

Seth heaved out a sigh in a final relief that this thing finally shut up. Of course it was forced, but atleast it was something. She make little act to try and fight because her human capabilities were already to their limits. He was just barely breathing heavy and still felt like he could fight of an army. The man stood tall above the fallen girl giving her a stare down. She was now face down on the ground, her wrists probably feeling too heavy to even lift. Almost impossible for her to try an escape so he let his guard down slightly. What more could the human do.

"Now, don't you feel stupid? All this fuss for nothing. I thought you were maybe a bit smarter then that, but I guess I was wrong."

He scolded her with a growl as he walked over grabbing her by the shoulder of her hoddie making her sit up against the wall. He stood over her grabbing her pack from her back. He snatched it from her opening it up to seach its contents.

You can speak to me now. And maybe if you're good I'll let you speak aloud. But right now, don't expect any privlages.

He thought to her inwardly letting her know that this was her only communication to anyone. Saddly to her, it was to him.

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Full blown out panic. Annie's eyes widened when she heard the stranger's voice in her head and she wasn't thinking in words anymore. Her mind was a mess of freaking out. She was rolling on the floor and convulsing now, in an attempt to get the alien thing out of her mind. Now she was screaming soundlessly, crying and sucking in air and screaming again in fear. Finally her incoherent fear and anger turned more into a word. OUT. OUT OUT OUT OUT. OUT. GET. OUT. OUT.

[Nother short post. Not much I can do with her.]

["Parker!"]

Seth merely looked though the contents of her pack finding nothing too important. Just a book, some money and...and.. hmmm. What was this? He snatched his hand out of the bag, holding a card. It had her picture on it with some words. Annie Harlow. He sucked in his breath sharply as he curled his lips, snarling.

"Little liar. S'okay, I like Annie better then Abigale. It's cuter."

He snickered takeing the card and slipping into his pocket before tossing her bag off into the shadows of the alley where nobody would ever think to look for Annie Harlow's stuff. She was a nobody now. He stood infront of her grunting as he remembered the boy back in the returant. He frowned mommentairly before making sure she was secure to the ground only letting her struggle in one place. She would get tired soon. Hopefully pass out. He stepped back and turned slightly,

Stay tight, little Annie.

He growled inwardly before he blinked out of sight. He had to be super quick. He appeared back at the resturant as he opened the door with a loud bang. He had a crazy wicked grin on his face as the people looked up. There were still the same people there and they looked suprised to see the weird guy again. As Seth opened the door with a bang he whipped out his gun holding it up in the air.

"Hello rats!"

He chimed as he pointed and shot maddly. He gave a crazy adreniline pumped grin. Bullets peirced most of the humans as most screamed either in fright or agony of being shot. It was all too quick. Blood stainted the coffee walls as he was pretty sure everyone was dead (what he didn't know was the waitress had ducked under the counter and lived). Except the little boy. The little boy was splatted with his own mother's blood. He was shaking and was begining to cry. He only looked at the age of six or so. Seth gave a wild grin as he felt better for using the gun. Atleast it wasn't a waste. He walked over to the boy taking a hand and grabbing the boy by the collar of his shirt. The boy screamed and fainted. Seth grabbed him by his waist holding to him with the little boy's arms and legs dangling as the boy was being carried out the door unconcious. Seth returned back to the alley swiftly holding the boy who was still unconcious. He looked to see the girl still struggling who had not moved an inch.

"Ooh goody you stayed like a good girl! Sorry I left you-- I had a little side work. Alright chicka time to go."

He walked over and grabbed Annie right under her breast line as he pulled her up on her feet. He held her very tightly, knowing she would be resistant- but with the restraining on her... He grinned starting to drag her.


[xD sorry. i had to have him kill people.]