Jason Todd (
runningred) wrote2014-09-16 07:30 pm
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Night games with Eric
{{ooc: from here}}
Jay brings the bike up in the lift, closing his helmet. Eric has the advantage in many ways but Jay has toys, lots of toys. Starting with the bike. It is very, very fast.
Jay brings the bike up in the lift, closing his helmet. Eric has the advantage in many ways but Jay has toys, lots of toys. Starting with the bike. It is very, very fast.
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He is very pale in the darkness.
And he is smiling. It's a predatory smile, even without the fangs.
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He gives him four minutes, then he runs after.
Listening.
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And then he gets close enough to see the bike and stops.
No Jay.
He throws himself into the air instead.
Turning over in the air, searing for heat and blood and breath.
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Another switch activates a decoy further back down the road, a remote controlled car sized bot that crashes through the undergrowth with a heat source comparable to Jay and carrying a recording of his heart beat and breathing. Not a good one, granted but it's only a prototype.
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There is something like Jay - but probably not Jay - moving a little ways away.
It sounds about right and on the surface it feels about right, but the scent is wrong.
He closes his eyes.
Still.
Silent.
Reaching his senses as far as they can go.
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Alert.
Listening.
Tasting the air.
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He slides a vial out of his sleeve and cracks it, letting the contents drip into the earth, careful not to get any on the suit. Demon bunny pheromones. He waits till there are a few dozen moving around him and gets up, moving low and slow through the underbrush, hoping the frenzied bunnies with mask his retreat.
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He sees movement out of the corner of his eye. It's the damned demon bunnies .
He turns his back on them, but then there's just the barest hint of a sound and he turns slowly, saying,"I am coming to get you, Jay."
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"But I can smell you, Jay. All of your lust. Your fear."
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But he's not afraid. If anything, Jay's enjoyment of the game is more excitement and adrenal. Fear can wait till Eric actually finds him. Right now, he's having far too much fun.
He palms another switch but doesn't flick it. Not yet anyway. It's meant to release scent over the suit, to confuse Jay's natural scents but it's designed for a city, to confuse his trail in a crowd but in the forest, it'll only mark him out faster. No, that can wait till they're planning in a different arena.
Instead he slips through the trees, moving lightly and quickly as he drops another demon bunny scent bomb and changing direction, doubling back a bit.
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Eric laughs.
He is enjoying this, even if the chase might be over very, very soon.
And the adrenalin from the night before, the kill, is still coursing through his veins.
He snarls and zips toward where he heard the sound. Almost too fast to see. He hasn't pinpointed Jay exactly, but he is on foot now. He'll find him.
And take him.
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Eric collides with the bike and sends it somersaulting through the air.
He rolls across the ground. Towards Jay.
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And now Jay's screwed. Nowhere to run without making himself very, very visible. Might as well go out with style. Jay pulls a paintball marker from his hip and fires. It'll wash off but that's not the point.
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Eric growls.
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Almost,
His body is hard and where he is normally still, there is now a faint tremble hiding just beneath his skin.
Eagerness.
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The tremor in his upper lip is palpable.
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