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&& then, a smile creeped up, knowing well enough it’ll set the shifter off.

“Cease the tears; 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗯.”

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“Remember this; you’ll never be the roles you wished to be.

You were always the survivor — the final girl escaping her killer, the one-handed boy defeating all that is the evil dead —

That’s a trope most fitting for you.”

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“If you haven’t been unsealed back in Mucienega, I wouldn’t have broken out of my spawn-killing containment.

BUT NOOOOOO, you wanted to be a hero again, knowing damn well you’ll always be a custodian.”

He spat, preparing for the inevitable disaster to come.

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Equal amounts scorn was administered solely for Sparrow.

“Yeah, I missed you too, bastard.”

He think pointed his knife towards the shifter, knowing well enough that he’ll lose in this war of attrition.

“His death IS your fault.”

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With surgical precision, his slash didn’t come down until he rocketed from the wall like some spider, readying to give out his special poison.

The steel came down, harder than before. It could take a few buildings down if he wanted to.

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Alas, could be spotted from the shadowy wall with his knife ready, having Mike’s name written — glistening with enough bloodlust to make a serial killer choke from it.

A shame he’s taking it seriously now. Mood ruined, he thought.

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Finally, the burst of speed made him seem like Cooper vanished without a trace of being save for his hat — which was suspended in the air before following to the ground. His scent couldn’t be picked up anymore.

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“This changes nothing.”

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“THAT IS NO SAVIOR OF YOURS, THEY’RE BETTER OFF A PALLBEARER FOR YOUR BONES. OUR BONES.”

He screeched through gritting teeth.

Not until he calmed down, && the eyes went pure white once again as the darkness welcomed the combatants with an open embrace.

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Sparrow.

Their biggest adversary to date. A callsign that makes every inch of his data twitch with immeasurable anger. The name alone made the pupils return with a red hue, wrathful of Mike’s decision.

“YOU MENTIONED WHO?” Fear && spite laced in his voice.

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/ <—— Blissfully unaware that he had made enemies doing this

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A dangerous user of DT, but he dumped his stats into his physiology but not his survivability.

“A shame no one will arrive to save you.”

Did he know?

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“…sheesh, you remind me of someone.” He said, slowly letting the burnt flesh bubble up, sealing the injury.

A close look at his health bar reveal the previous damage sustained, the healing factor was imperfect.

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One of the most unexpected moves was a fierce kick that was aiming for the head.

If Mike hadn’t dodge, it was bound to hurt like absolute hell. With muscular legs of that magnitude, the knife wasn’t the only worry to take into consideration.

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In the smallest window of the type of error that can be done, Hawk dodged out the way. Barely.

Emphasis on barely, since the left side of his face got wiped off by the shards of the buckshot.

Not exactly a headshot, but he was CLOSE.

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Another slash as he dropped down from the ceiling, much more focused before. Something Mike can dodge but he’ll need a window of opportunity. Time to see what a close-quarters trigger finger can do.

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I could feel something dripped down on his shoulder, the same thick blood dripping from the ceiling. Upon looking up, all he saw was that haunting smile && a red pupil emerging from the white of his eyes.

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Just his blood everywhere. It didn’t look like that normal ichor— but something more akin to sanguine syrup.

Any semblance of humanity was discarded a long time ago.

The librarian had to act fast. For he could have more of his power stashed beneath the robe.

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Out of the several things that he had hidden beneath it all, a stray book was thrown from the darkness && at Mike. Surely, from that direction, he’d be there.

Instead, the worst has yet to conspire. The lights start dimming, && he wasn’t there.

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* (Here we go.)

[ Now, to find him. He couldn’t have gone far. All he had to do was follow that foul aura—and the stench of blood. ]

* (!)

[ His senses were already tingling. ]

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Unfortunately, he couldn’t analyze the distance between him && Mike.

Come to find out that he was yards away. Enough for our lively librarian to pop his dome off clean.

( 💭…can he see me in this darkness? I sure hope so…)

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The numb was barely growing back. But it didn’t matter; the result was going to be the same.

( 💭 How much ammo are you willing to waste? Let me find out now. )

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The chase was on, but the environment gave away that sickly aura, forcing him to enter a blackened portal that led to the wall next to Mike. Thus, he hopped right through…waiting in silence…

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As gleeful as he was, there had to be a moment he had to get closer, blinking himself to be one with the shadows once more.

( 💭 I never thought my target would be this attentive; I had to sacrifice my arm for a cheap shot. )

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Darkness blinked in for a split second before the reddened knife found its mark in Mike’s flesh — making less of an attack, but an attempt at an assassination.

A reminder of the dangers DT users are.

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‎ᅠ The way he rushed in made it feel like Hawk himself anticipated that he’ll shoot && possibly come back from it.

A maniac, yes, but a calculating one. He moved to let the buckshot take off the weaponless arm as he swiped down.

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‎ᅠ Once the lights were turned on, the only thing that could be seen was a violet blue && a kitchen knife glowing with crimson streaks.

He rushed swinging in like a crack addict, not realizing that he brought a shiv to a shotgun party.

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As the darkness encompassed him, he asks Mike to do one thing.

“Flip the switch, && see what happens.”

: )