"Okay…" Atticus trailed off to listen to the noise. The buzz seemed to be growing stronger… louder–closer. It's coming closer. "We need to run. Hide. Anything." He rushed out to the taller boy, his heart starting to race again, but for a different as he took Avery's hand in his own to pull him along as he took off running.
"Oh, okay! We're running now." He mutters, holding on to his bag as he tries to catch up with the fast angel boy. "How are you so fast?" He panted from a few feet behind Atticus, he spotted a large dead tree with a hollow center. It was cramped, but they should be able to fit in there. "Get to the tree."
"Tree? Tree." Atticus questioned before spotting what Avery pointed out. He raced over to the hollow tree, checking to make sire it would hold them both before slipping into the space, motioning for Avery to follow suit.
Avery ducked into the tree, finally noticing how small the space was. His face grew hot as his body was pushed into the small space. Thank god this place is dark.
The space was rather cramped with the both of them in there but still manageable. Atticus's back was pressed against the tree and his body against Avery's and their legs staggered. He tried not to focus on the Avery's leg pressing against him and instead moved his cloak to cover the entrance. His face was just inches away from the siren's and he quickly tired to settle his breathing as his face flared with heat.
Okay Avery, focus on anything but the adorable angel across from you! He screamed in his head, his face growing even redder.
The buzzing was growing into a dull roar that increased the closer it got to them. The inside of the tree echoed the sound and Atticus was trying his best to control himself from whimpering or moving. "Sorry…" he whispered to Avery before he had to slowly move his hand up to bite his thumb knuckle to keep himself from making any more noise. His body was trembling as the sound crescendoed into an orchestra of deafening music, swiftly followed by the sound of several engines turning off and hunters dismounting from the vehicles.
I have to sleep, I shall reply later… Sorry, I'm sick..///
(It's okay Duskie. I understand. Get better soon! I hope you feel better in the morning and you get tons of good rest!)
Avery noticed the trembling of Atticus and pulled something out of his bag, if he was right he should have pulled out a blanket. He draped it over the both of them, hopefully bringing the smaller boy comfort.
Bad news I dont feel better//
(Well shit Duskie I'm sorry tentatively pats shoulder. I hope you start to feel better soon. Being sick sucks)
Atticus nodded his thanks to Avery as the felt the bigger guy throw a blanket around the both of them. He still didn't dare take his hand away from his mouth though and instead leaned forward to rest his head against the siren. Meanwhile, the hunters began their search circling outwards from their vehicles. They inspected the ground and the trees closely, looking for any signs of who–or rather, what–caused those loud noises.
Damn it, damn it, damn it. Avery repeated in his head. I'm going to get both me and Angel Boy caught because of a head cold. A head cold! He heard the sounds of boots stomping onto the ground and he stilled, he wondered if the noise they were making was loud enough to make some sound mines.
Atticus could swear he tasted blood from biting so hard, but he brushed that problem aside for now as he heard boots stomp in their direction. There also seemed to be two voices to accompany the footsteps.
"I'm tellin' ya, tha thing looked nearly human."
"Greg, last week you said the same thing and instead your 'monster' was just a hippie high on whatever the hell was in his 'garden'. Dude, you're gonna need to chill if you don't wanna falsely accuse another human." The footsteps halted on the other side of the tree as something was put down and propped up against it.
"What's next, you claim to see a shapeshifter but really it's just two kids getting it on in the woods? You're gonna need to get your eyes checked, buddy."
"I get it, I get it. Stahp patronizin' me, Fred."
Avery motioned for Atticus to stay put, dropping his bag onto the ground softly. Hopefully they will make a sound of surprise, at best a scream but I can work with anything as long as I'm close. He planned in his head, slowly inching out of the trunk with the Hunter's backs thankfully turned to him. Avery crept up behind them and prepared his distorted voice. "Boo."
One of the hunters screamed and dropped to the ground in surprise before turning around to face what had scared him. The other hunter flung his weapon behind him and took off running, yelling something along the lines of "CHEESUS CRISP" as he dashed away.
Avery slowly peeked his head out from the tree, wanting to watch but not get involved. I'm not a very good fighter…
(I can up the angst if you want. I have an idea.)
Sure.//
(Alrighty. This may take me a bit)
Avery gave a wide smile that didn't seem to fit on his face, his teeth growing sharp. He laughs, the noise of surprise was better then he thought it would be. He opened his mouth and shrieked, a sound that could bring the strongest men to the ground and burst their eardrums.
(Basically add this onto my previous post)
Atticus stuck himself further out of the tree, ready to run to Avery's aid if need be. He has finally stopped biting his hand and instead had it propped up against the tree trunk. He barely even noticed the figure sneaking up from around the tree until it was too late. Hands flashed out, getting him quickly into a choke hold with one arm, while the onther hand seemed to hold a gun. Atticus let out a garbled screech as he was dragged the rest of the way out of the tree and onto open ground. He was being lifted up so much that his toes were barely touching the ground and his hands tried desperately to pull at the arm holding him, trying to get some air. He tried to beat the man off of him with his wings, but the cloak hindered his movements enough to make his wings useless. The man kept an iron-tight grip around Atticus as he raised his gun to the sky and shot, getting Avery's attention and signaling to other hunters that he found something. The tall, burly man started at Avery coldly, seeming to not even notice Atticus's struggling, and seemed to also not register any of Avery's noises.
"Atticus!" Avery screeched, disposing of the first man and rushing over to where Atticus was being held. He had a dangerous glint in his eyes, that glint was probably not a good thing and definitely wasn't foreshadowing on Avery's backstory… "LEt gO Of Him" He growled to the man who had taken Angel Boy.
As soon as Avery began to approach him, the man turned his gun on Atticus, holding it firmly against the side of the boy's head. Fear became evident on Atticus's face, which turned to him attempting a reassuring smile to Avery as tears began to prick the corner of his eyes.
Meanwhile, the man began to speak rather loudly to Avery.
"Been warned about you, ya siren freak! Made sure to take my industrial earplugs with me on this trip! Though, this guy is a bit of a surprise." The man jostled Atticus like a toy when he mentioned the boy, making the fallen angel cry out in pain.
"Thought we had already killed him with specialized poison bullets dedicated to his failed kind. Good thing I made sure to still bring them with me." The man seemed to boast too much, either to buy time or to bluff about his situation to Avery.
"I could care less what happens to this fella, but we need you alive. So here's a deal: come with us peacefully–without fighting or protesting–and Angel boy here gets to live. If you fight at any point, I'm gonna pull the trigger on him." His voice raised as he proposed the deal, and to make the situation more serious to Avery, turned the safety off of his gun and forced it so hard agaist Atticus's head that he made a circle indent on the side of his head which started to slowly trickle blood down his cheek and jaw before dripping onto the forest floor below.
Avery thought about it for a moment, finally saying. "Okay, just let him go." His voice was quiet as he looked down at his hands, they were growing into clawlike things as he grew more and more stressed with the current situation. Let me take over Avery, you dont want to lose him like you lost Angel A voice Avery was all to familer with hissed in his head.
(Feel free to take control of the hunters at any time if you want to for an idea)
The man smirked as Avery gave in and raised his gun to the sky to shoot once more as the growl of more vehicles approached. Two quickly pulled up and more hunters unloaded from the vans. Hunters lined up in a half-circle, keeping their guns trained on Avery. One vehicle opened its back up and a few hunters dragged out chains and a muzzle for Avery. Half of them were wearing headphones while the other half wore earplugs. The capture crew slowly neared Avery with the restraints and to make a point, the man threw Atticus onto the ground and stradled the boy to keep him pinned down along with pressing down on the boy's neck with his free hand. Atticus fought to lift his head up to stare at the siren before suddenly calling out to him.
"Don't do this! Please! Fight back, Avery!" His voice cracked as his face was shoved into the ground by the man. The large hunter leaned down to whisper harshly a few words into Atticus's ear before looking back up at Avery and pointing his gun at the back of the boy's head. The words the man told him: I was bluffing about the bullets rang in Atticus's head.
"CLOSE YOUR EYES!" And in a last ditch effort to help Avery, Atticus let out a burst of blinding holy light from his horns, effectively finally splitting the cirlce-horns in half as the broken middle crumbled away.
Avery shut his eyes tightly, turning to the man who held Atticus he raced towards them as silent as the night. I will not lose my friend! He thought as he viciously slashed at the hunter leaving deep and bloody gashes, the good thing about his claws was the lionfish poison in them. The man yelled in pain, letting Atticus go as he clawed at his face and tried to get the poison away from him. "Its nOt thAt EAsy yOU sEE." Avery laughed, the sound was enough for him to use as a bomb and exploding the other hunters in a splattering of blood and bursted internal organs.
Atticus quickly rolled out from under the man as several gunshots went off before utter silence with the man writhing in pain from the poison. "Damn you… freak!" He fired his last four shots, one towards Avery, two in the direction Atticus rolled, and the last one for himself as the poison and the pain were slowly driving him insane.
The forest echoed with deadly stillness. Atticus was making no movement to get up, even as the hum of more vehicles started to move towards them. "Avery…" Atticus called out softly for his siren.
"I'm here Angel boy, we need to get away. Can you stand?" He asks quietly, making his way over to the angel. He could probably kill the other hunters, but his main priority was making sure his Angel was safe and sound.
"Y-yes…" the cloak bundled around Atticus's side was slowly becoming dark and wet with blood. He slowly pushed himself up, staggering to his feet before swaying to turn and look at Avery. Half of his face was covered in blood that was pouring down from a bullet exit wound right above his eyebrow. He tried to blink the blood out of his eye to see and attempted a few steps in Avery's direction before faltering.
Avery pursed his lips and scrunched his nose. "This may feel a bit weird… but I need you to hold still, very still." He instructs, concentrating for a moment then a strange pressure built up in the air. The strange pressure lifted Atticus up and stopped the blood. "I'm going to move you and hopefully get to a pocket dimension for a bit till the hunters leave."