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"Just get the damn wardrobe!"
It seemed like an odd thing to scream at this moment, but it was all December could focus on right now. Three pairs of narrowed eyes glared at her, each filled with hate. The three demons seemed content to stare her into the wall, although they'd made it clear that fighting was easily one of their options, as well. She looked them over again, eyes searching for any weak point she could use. They all stood loosely surrounding a wardrobe they seemed hell-bent on defending; and backed into a corner. The one that had positioned himself on the right side of the wardrobe, claws outstretched threateningly toward her, was tall and lean, no trace of the muscular strength the other two displayed. His blue hair fell messily into his face, covering one eye, but parting just enough to display the other, a cold black pupil focused intensely on her face. December had been avoiding eye contact for the longest time, but she found her gaze locked with his now. He didn't flinch, but she had a difficult time ripping her eyes away from him to look over the other two.
No weak point there..
She sighed, only just thinking about the fact that everyone in the room seemed to be waiting for her to come to a conclusion- even the three demons she was assessing now. She blinked and looked over at the one on the left, a white-haired boy with gray eyes and a childish sticker of a star on his cheek. His eyes flickered nervously around the room, focusing more on the four that had been assigned to work with December than her, and apparently not liking the odds.
Possibly him..
The three seemed to be growing restless now, moving closer to the wardrobe they seemed to so desperately want to keep hidden from December. The blue-haired boy had suddenly produced a knife, his eyes trained on the man that had just moved to December's side. Before she even had a chance to fully assess the middle demon, he interrupted her thoughts with an irritated whine.
"We're waiting.." he muttered, looking down on December from the corner of his eye. She sighed annoyedly, and looked up at him.
"Yeah yeah. Restrain them, retrieve the wardrobe. I want this done cleanly- these three are needed for questioning." She said, raising her voice a bit at the last part so the others would hear. This guy's team was well known for going overboard when dealing with targets.
He cracked a huge grin, and motioned with his fingertips toward the demons, who, as if by an unspoken cue, all bared their teeth and growled at him, raising claws and knives in defensive positions.
"You heard'er. Restrain 'em."
Before December could even blink, something that could only be an explosion erupted from where the demons stood, raining down pieces of the roof, some of the wall, some of the floor. There was a wall of dust and debris, and December found herself blinded and nearly crippled by it as the dust filled her lungs. She hit the floor, forced herself not to breathe it in, and covered her head. At first she thought her "team" had gone down too, but as her breathing grew less and less labored, she slowly began to recognize the sounds of conflict- shrieks of pain, curse words thrown out of the dust, claws and blades tearing through what little was left of the wall in vain attempts to carve up elusive opponents.. A few gun shots, even.
God damn it, I told them no kills!
She tried to assure herself that trained professionals could shoot without killing, but in that thick cloud of dust, it surely had to be nearly impossible to measure where a bullet may end up.
They could be shooting their own men, for all they know!
At that realization, she forced herself to look up, in time to see the blue-haired demon dragging the wardrobe out of the cloud of dust, which was slowly settling to the ground now. His eyes were trained cautiously on the main site of conflict- dead-center in the dust cloud, as he worked his way to the opposite corner of the room, and carefully arranged the wardrobe there, the doors pressed up against the wall. December watched as he adjusted it for a little while, and then calmly climbed on top, positioning himself in a way that he could easily see the whole room, his legs swinging nonchalantly while he watched as the dust finally cleared. December has been focused fully on him, watching as he gasped suddenly, blinking several times, and then flexing his claws, almost looking a little nervous this time.
Getting slowly to her feet, December turned, and found herself just as surprised, even if she'd been the one to give the order. The other two demons had been quite effectively restrained- each pinned to the wall by what loked like a metal lasso, buzzing with electricity. The nervous demon boy with the sticker held perfectly still, eyes still tracing the whole room like an entirely new enemy might break through the door and attack him while he was vulnerable. The other- a gray-haired demon with red eyes- was much more vivid in expressing his anger- thrashing around wildly, although it seemed the trap restricted his movement greatly somehow. The two guys that weren't standing by the captured demons smiling proudly at their victory stood in wait. The other lower worker stood staring at the blue-haired demon sitting on the wardrobe, another of the metal lassoes clutched tightly in his fists. Their leader, Morro, stared at December, his eyes dancing with amusement.
Smartass..
She cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses.
"Well. Good work. Now.. Him too." she said, motioning toward the other, who, in response, parted his lips and hissed through sharp fangs. Morro laughed.
"No problem. These little suckers don't stand a chance on their own." he chuckled, taking a step toward the wardrobe. The demon immediately jumped down in front of it, holding out his knife protectively.
"Nope!" Morro jeered, pulling a gun from a holster December hadn't even seen, and before anyone could do or say anything, he'd pulled the trigger on the demon. A bullet that seemed alive with blue lightning flew at the demon, who barely had time to widen his eyes at the oncoming threat before it hit him in the shoulder, and the room filled with agonized screams. The demon fell to his knees, grasping the wounded shoulder and falling over onto his side, shaking and convulsing on the floor. December watched in disgusted horror as he coughed and sputtered and left red streaks down his chin, grasping now at his arms as if trying with all he was to hold himself together. Unable to watch anymore, she averted her eyes, and glared at Morro.
"The hell was that?" she demanded. Morro only laughed.
"Electric bullet, of course. It's embedded in his shoulder. He's not gonna be going anywhere, promise." he explained cheerily, and turned his eyes back to the screaming demon, not looking even slightly bothered by the scene. December looked for anything she could to distract her, but when her eyes fell on the horrifed faces of the other demons while they watched their partner writhe as if dying by some horrible venom, she found her eyes dragged back to him. He was still there.. Screaming. Coughing. Immobilized in pain. She shook her head and stared at the ground.
"Ey. The wardrobe?" Morro reminded, sounding annoyed again. She blinked.
The wardrobe. I forgot.
She looked up at him, carefully avoiding looking at the demon, and nodded blankly. He smiled cheerily and motioned at his one remaining free man.
"C'mon. Let's get this thing over here."
The two walked right past the demon on the floor, not offering him a single word. One positioned on either side, the two carefully maneuvered the wardrobe over to where December stood, leaving it in the middle of the room.
She drew in a shaky breath, hoping to calm her head. -
Right. Wonder what it is... A body? A bunch of illegal weapons?
She stopped thinking when "stolen designer clothes" popped into her head. The dust had fucked up her head, apparently. She wasn't sure exactly what she expected to find when she finally opened it under the watchful eye of everyone in that room, even the demon who was still being electricuted on the floor in the corner.
As she opened the doors, she gasped aloud at what she saw. -
The others seemed just as surprised as she, as she let the doors swing open the rest of the way by themselves. In the very bottom of the wardrobe, she found not one, but six tiny bodies, huddled together, each in a standing position so that they all barely fit there.
Children?
She suddenly felt a lot less sympathy for the demon in the corner. She narrowed her eyes disgustedly as she looked over the children there, eyes shut tightly as if glued that way. There weren't any visible wounds- the only thing allowing December to keep looking at them without looking away. Yes, six. Two seemed to be brother in sister, both with very similar brown hair, long and tangled in an adorable way. They both wore white, and seemed to light up the rest of the dark wardrobe. Another, swathed in black, stood beside them, skin pale, hair a messy arangement of brunette spikes. Two others, also seemingly siblings, although they were both boys, had blond hair, long and combed neatly. The last one, positioned in front of all the others, had silver hair, and he too was dressed completely in black. The six stood there somehow, although December saw nothing to prop them up.
"They.. killed.. six.." the words slowly came, but just before she was able to finish her accusation, the silver-haired boy's eyes jolted open, revealing crimson pools that seemed to reflect all hatred in the world. December gasped, startled, and fell back onto the floor. The boy stared at her for a long moment, narrowed his eyes, and held out his arms in front of all the others, as if to defend them from her. It was around that point that all the others came to life as well, blinking open eyes that hadn't yet adjusted to the light streaming into the wardrobe, closing them painfully before trying again. There was a long moment of silence while they all stared expectantly at her, as if waiting for something.
"What? What is it?" Morro asked, having been unable to see from his angle at the side of the wardrobe. He and his man moved around front now to get a better look, each staring in wonder at the children. December watched, numbed by surprise, as the silver-haired boy looked up at Morro, and blinked. Faster than a heartbeat, a long, clawed index finger was pointed up at Morro, and the silver-haired boy raised his other arm dramatically, as if declaring war.
"ATTACK!" he screamed, and suddenly, all six of the children had vanished from inside the wardrobe, and had seemingly just reappeared. On Morro. They all clung to him with sharp claws and fangs, one on each arm, each leg, one dangling from his throat, and the silver-haired boy, apparently their leader, hanging from the back of his head, barking encouragement to the other children. Morro's teammate took a hesitant step away, obviously unsure how to handle the situation. Which, of course, drew the attention of the silver-haired boy.
"SPLIT UP. THREE ON THIS GUY, THREE ON THAT GUY." he ordered, and in perfect sync, the two clutching onto Morro's legs, as well as one from one of his arms, released him and pounced on his teammate.
Meanwhile, the two demons still being pinned to the wall laughed as if watching the most humorous movie they'd ever seen. -
Still unable to move through the utter shock of everything that was happening, December sat on the floor, watching helplessly as the children swarmed the two unsuspecting men. The silver-haired boy had plastered himself over Morro's face, blocking his sight, while the other two dragged at his arms so he couldn't do anything about any of it. The other guy had already gone down, unconscious as the three children sat quietly on his chest, looking proud of their achievement.
Meanwhile, the three still attacking Morro had finally prevailed- a rather sharp blow to the head from the wildly kicking feet of the silver-haired boy had proven an effective method of knocking him out, and he crumpled and fell to the ground. The three jumped off to let him fall, but by the time he'd landed on his back, lying still in unconsciouness, the silver-haired boy had climbed onto his chest, standing tall and raising his fist above his head in victory.
"We have one, my soldiers!" he decreed loudly, and the others all took up a loud applause. The bo stood there and let them cheer for a little bit, then held up his hand, and they went silent. He drew in a long, dramatic breath.
"TODAY, THIS LOSER. TOMORROW- ALL OF MANKIND!" he proclaimed loudly, his voice echoing oddly off the remaining walls of the near-empty room, and seeming to drain out through the holes in the wall and seep into the outside.
"HUZZAH!" the other children cried dramatically, each holding up a fist as if revelling in an amazing triumph.
Well, they are tiny, and they did take out two heavily-trained military guys..
She had to admit, that was pretty impressive. Although she quickly noted they may have had some serious help. She eyed the silver-haired boy's fists- yes, she had been right. Claws. These were demon children.
"Not exactly a fair fight.." she mumbled. The children all paused in their cheering, blinking and turning to stare at her.
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I love this story. Not only does it catch the reader's eye, but with each passing moment of reading you want more. Do continue~
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x3 I'm glad you like it. Thank you, Darkness.
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December blinked.
"Did I say that out loud?" she said, blushing under the glare of all six children.
"Yes. Yes you did." the silver-haired boy stated blankly, and jumped carefully off of Morro's chest, taking a few steps toward December. "And I dare you to say it again."
December glanced nervously over at Morro's two remaining men, who stared uneasily back, their hands still resting on the traps holding the two demons in place.
So that's how it is.. Release the demons to help me, or watch me get shredded by an adorable little monster.
She sighed. So it was up to her to take care of herself. She rubbed at her temples as the boy stood a few feet away, waiting for her to respond. His eyes were narrowed in irritation, arms crossed, and the other five lined up behind him as if awaiting orders. December looked up at him- yes, up. He was looming over her now, teeth bared.
"I didn't mean that. Good job." she corrected, but he didn't relax.
"If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it." He smirked and stood up straight. "And I know it was a good job. I don't need to hear it from a softfoot to know my men are the best."
The others perked up, smiling proudly, as if his praise was all that mattered.
"Hey! You done patting yourself on the back er what?" the gray-haired demon piped up. The guy that was restraining him glared at him, pressing a little button at the end of his trap, and it lit up with electricity. The demon jolted for a second, grinding his teeth, but glared defiantly at the soldier. December looked back to the child in front of her, who now had all of his attention trained on the gray-haired demon, who kicked out at his captor and turned his gaze to the kids.
"Help us out a bit!" he commanded snappily, before his teeth clenched again, as if it were painful to speak. The boy saluted him, and the others quickly followed his lead.
"Yessir!" he said obediently, and turned to his little army commandingly. "Alright men!" The children all straightened up in response, and he went on. "Target," he motioned to Morro's two men. "-those guys! Objective- free our babysitters!" -
...babysitters. Yup the ending of this part is awesome Mari. ^-^ I can't stop rereading.
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It didn't take a tremendous amount of effort for the children. Morro's men were well aware of their vulnerability, facing the option of releasing the traps to defend themselves- and in doing so, releasing the two older demons and leaving them to their devices- or holding them tight and praying the six children would get bored and leave them alone. That didn't work out so well, and soon, December was left alone in the room with a bunch of unconscious soldiers and some pissed and very much conscious demons. She'd expected them to attack her next, but they seemed almost unaware of her existence, running immediately to the aid of the blue-haired demon in the corner, who was unconscious, too, by now, but still twitching every few seconds.
"Hey. Hey! Risha? Wake up!" the gray haired demon shook him violently, obviously having no idea how to react in any sort of emergency situation.
"Contralto, that's not helping. Look- the bullet's still in his shoulder. We have to take it out." murmured the nervous white-haired demon. He gently pushed Contralto's hands away from Risha, setting the unconscious demon on his back on the floor. He leaned in close to his shoulder, all traces of panic erased and replaced with a sort of professional precision and focus. The children stood quietly aside and watched with Contralto as he carefully slid his claws into the entry wound, and Risha awoke suddenly with a loud gasp, and took again to shuddering and convulsing. His eyes wide, he tried to sit up in spite of the white-haired demons protests.
"Hey! Hold still, dumbfuck." Contralto snapped, forcing him back down by the shoulders. The white-haired demon sighed and shook his head.
"Thank you."
Contralto rolled his eyes, and the demon went back to work. December watched, half fascinated and half horrifed as she watched the demon dig his claws around inside the wound to the sound of Risha's pained gasps and cries, until finally, he slid his fingers out of the wound, claws feebly grasping at a buzzing bullet. The moment it left his flesh, Risha visibly relaxed, sighing before going entirely limp. Contralto's eyes grew wide for a moment as the demon threw the bullet aside, and the children pounced on it, taking turns stomping on the bloody thing.
"He's fine." the white-haired demon assured quietly. "Just exhausted. Nearly dying'll do that to you."
Contralto sighed, relieved.
"Wonderful.." he got up and looked over at December. "Now. We have other matters to see to."
I just completely rushed this. ._. Probably could be better. 3x Sorry.
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