[1x1] Fly away little Bird (Gale and Israfel)

[kuropeco]

He was back in the Haunted House again, and Gale was not in a particularly good mood.

It was not that he hated the Halloween creatures - this was a job, this was his life. He had chosen this path, after all - it was what he had told himself, what he had told the werewolf, and regardless of what he wanted, this is what he had, and he had to live with that. He was not a halfhearted person, so he would do his best each and every time - and if that meant fighting, it meant fighting.

But he was still not pleased about being back in the Haunted House.

Around fifteen minutes into this, the rifle in his hands made a soft, thrumming noise - Jinhai could sense the FEAR, and Gale frowned a bit, maneuvering the weapon around so that it was against his shoulder, held at the ready. Part of him hoped it was the wolf again, but another part of him hoped it was not, and that he would not be humiliated again by losing so atrociously the last time.

"Who's there?"  

[kuropeco]

He had not expected such a...polite answer.

The room he found the creature in was a large one, with a glossy, black tiled floor, with heavy magenta drapes over every inch of the walls and whitish cobwebs hanging from the corners. There was a sleek wooden table, several ornate, straight-backed chairs that looked as though they might have matched the tables, and the heavy scent of pumpkin and spice in the air. It looked as though it came out of some bizarre, twisted home shopping magazine - with a bird-like creature standing in the middle of it, a creature with long, silky blue hair, wings pressing against the sides of his head and on his back, and a slim, angular face that was simultaneously feminine and strong, though he appeared male at first glance - just a male with a pretty face.

Gale eyed him warily, uncertain if the creature was playing a game with him or if he was actually serious.

"Gale Gentry," he replied, eyes narrowing. "And yes. I'm going to shoot you."

But he didn't at first, hesitating ever so slightly. This was certainly a strange encounter - the creature, to his surprised, seemed...genuine in his compliments.

Gale frowned.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "And...well..."

There was a sharp bang from the gun.


[ HP: 50/50
Damage: 3 ]

iStoleYurVamps

 

[kuropeco]

This was strange. Why wasn't he fighting back or getting mad at him? Gale took another shot, but the rifle was lowered a bit, the bullet not dead on.

The hunter with the white hair? he thought, eyes widening slightly.

There was only one person who fit that description.

"You fought Bix?" he blurted out, despite the fact that he was trying to attack this creature. "Why did you...tell him that?"


[ HP: 50/50
Damage: 4 ]  

[kuropeco]

It was hard to attack this creature. Why was it so hard? Was it because the winged one wasn't trying to attack him? He was talking normally, as if they weren't hunter and prey, as if they were old acquaintances - or new ones, as if they were on the same playing field.

Gale did not know what to make of it.

"What professor?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "I don't understand. Why would you make that sort of promise? Are you that weak? Aren't you supposed to hate us, aren't you supposed to want to kill us? It's that way on our side, so why are you so different?"

It frustrated him, made irritation slide into his mind, reverberating up through his thoughts. Angrily Gale spun the rifle around, gripping the weapon by the barrel and swinging it out, striking the bird against his side.

"Why would you make that sort of promise?"


[ HP: 50/50
Damage: 8 ]

iStoleYurVamps

 

[kuropeco]

Professor QB?

The name was completely unfamiliar to Gale, even with his limited knowledge of the staff at Amityville High. He knew of Professor Red, of course - the one who had fought Caelius and had been killed - and of the tiny blue thing, but the name "QB" was not one that registered in his mind whatsoever.

Who the hell is that?

He could tell that the one with the "pretty white hair" was Bix - it had to be, there was no other hunter who fit that description. But he couldn't understand what it was that this creature was aiming for. Peace and harmony? Where was the anger? Where was the bitterness? Where was the irritation and disgust, like the wolf had shown?

It frustrated him.

"That's impossible," Gale snapped out, and swung another hit towards the creature, clenching his teeth together. "People are going to get hurt. That's what happens. There's no avoiding it."


[ HP: 50/50
Damage: 7 ]

istoleyurvamps

 

[kuropeco]

Gale did not understand this...thing. Bird creature, whatever he was. What was with this pacifist attitude? He was too calm around him, too cheerful, too focused on not attacking.

Gale stared at the hand that was offered to him.

"I'm sorry," he said tightly. His throat felt weird, his heart hammering strangely fast in his chest. "But I don't see that working anytime soon."

The gun swung around, catching Israfel in the side with the butt of it, Gale holding onto the barrel.

[ HP: 50/50
Damage: 6 ]

istoleyurvamps

 

[kuropeco]

He couldn't let him just walk away and he didn't know why. He should have just let the creature leave, let him disappear and never see him again, but at the last second Gale rushed forward, slamming his hand against the door.

"No," he said. "No, wait."

And then he had no idea what to say - nothing whatsoever.

There was a long silence, broken only after Gale hissed out one more word, his teeth clenched, his throat feeling tight.

"Why?"

He swallowed hard. Jinhai was silent. "Why are you sorry? Why don't you hate us? We hate you - it's the truth. So what makes you so different?"

istoleyurvamps