To Hell and Back

Chapter 3: A Game of Cat and Mouse

Logan was currently sprinting through the streets of hell with a slight limp, he didn't realize that until he started running, he injured his leg from the big fall from the I.M.P building. Everywhere he looked, he only became more and more confused. There were strange, red skinned, small people everywhere that reminded him of... demons.

"What the fuck..." Logan muttered to himself as he continued sprinting.

Luckily, the imps didn't pay much mind to Logan. It would've been unusual for them to see a human in hell, but they didn't care enough to look at him. But that is until a few crazy imps took an interest in him and immediately attacked him.

"Shit!" Logan shouted as he caught a lunging imp by the neck. The imp managed to stab him in the arm with it's pointed tail, causing Logan to wince and let go of it. But he shortly after grabbed it again and due to it's small size, he was able to snap its neck easily with his anger.

The other imps were immediately dissuaded to attack him and took off running, choosing to live another day. Logan groaned with pain and clutched the new wound on his arm, noticing that the stab was only inches away from the claw wounds Loona had given him.

He quickly put his wounds at the back of his mind, they were the least of his worries right now. He knew that he had an unknown 'Client' that wanted him for whatever reason, and the people who brought him here in the first place were very likely looking for him right now. His only chance would be to keep moving and hope for a bit of luck.

Logan continued his confused journey through the streets of hell, but he did have a mission. And that was to survive.

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Loona wore a grumpy expression as she walked the streets of hell, doing her best to follow Logan's scent. By now, she has been searching for nearly two hours. "Fucking piece of shit human." She muttered to herself angrily, still pissed that he managed to hurt her during that fight.

The scent was getting stronger which made Loona walk faster with excitement, maybe she would find him faster than she originally thought. But her hopes would be shot down by what she really saw, a single dead imp in the distance with a snapped neck.

This only confused Loona. Why would his scent lead her to... this? But that's when she saw it, a few drops of blood. She smirked as she realized what happened. Logan killed this imp and was injured in the process, and this meant that she was on the right track.

"I'm onto you, asshole." Loona grumbled to herself, continuing to follow Logan's scent.

She knew that she must be close to him, that dead imp was killed very recently. The excitement of getting this done quicker than she expected caused her to walk faster, nearly even running to follow the scent, which was now made stronger by the smell of Logan's blood.

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The wounds on Logan's arm were starting to become very problematic to him and he worried that maybe he would lose too much blood from them. Not to mention that he only now realized that he was leaving behind a trail of his blood droplets now. He also became a little light headed but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

Luckily, no more imps had bothered him during his aimless journey, mainly because he was purposely taking routes to remain relatively hidden from them. But he really began to think about where the hell he was and what these creatures were, as well as that dog girl he fought.

Due to there not seeming be any form of law here, the imps demon like appearances and the ominous red sky... his mind began to wonder... "maybe I really am in hell..." Logan muttered to himself. He hadn't the first clue how to explain that, but right now it was all he had. Either that or he was going through some fucked up drug trip right now.