A Gift To You

low down | Wu chang

A/N: Sorry but I'll always hate vera♡

No hunter liked duos, well unless they were double-hitting hunters but even then the number of flares and pallet stuns just wasn't worth the headaches. But of course, the survivors loved it! Access to all items? It was heaven in their eyes!

Which was why Wu chang and you decided to relax in basement! That's what most hunters did now. Eventually, survivors would get bored with no one to bully and take their frustrations out on.

But there were 5 ciphers left and they seemed to be taking their sweet time.

"Wu, how do you get your hair so long?"

He hummed, hiding a yawn behind his hand, "our hair? Well it's just a custom to have long hair where we are from"

You floated over closer, "can I touch it?" You were always so jealous of how easily he managed to get his hair!

He undid his braid and let you hold the mixed-colored hair," its so soft! You need to give me your shampoo! I want my hair to be this nice"

"Your hair is plenty nice" Xie reassured you.

"It's okay but yours is so silky, how do you keep it braided?"

"It's just something we get used to but if you want to see some real bad hair get a look at Antonio's"

You cringed at the thought. You'd seen the violinist's hair up close before, matted and thick. If he took care of it more then it would probably look just as nice!

"We should convince him to let us wash his hair!"

Xie smiled politely at you, "I don't think he'd appreciate us sticking our noses into his-" the umbrella shifted and Fan swapped places,"-ignore him! I say we get a Balloon, fill it with water and shampoo then lob it at him!"

"I don't want the wrath of a man possessed by Satan to have something against me, Fan"

"Weak"

"I value my existence"

"Who's existence?" Said a new voice.

Both you and Fan whipped your heads around and met the blue and green eyes of the local acrobat. There were few survivors you liked and he was one of them.

A charming young man that genuinely seemed to enjoy being around you!

Fan on the other hand was not so pleased and gripped his umbrella, "leave" this was a resting spot away from others. He had no ride to intrude on what little privacy he had left!

"Woah! Easy Big W! I just wanted to come to hang out!" He held his hands out, and in it were two of Emily's flower syringes,"Please? I promise I won't tell anyone!"

Fan looked at you and you shrugged. Mike was nice enough to show mutual respect to you so the least you could do was this.

"Fine" he sat the umbrella down between his legs.

Well...now this was a bit awkward.

But the silence wasn't all bad, you offered Mike room on the massive cloud that was your lower body. Now him being on it was technically considered being ballooned but he enjoyed it! It was like being in a bed with an electric blanket!!

Now with the three of you asleep the siren of the gates opening would wake you all up!

Well that's what you thought anyways. There was a clatter of plastic hitting the ground and Fan opened his eye to see what it was. Seeing nobody he assumed it was nothing and closed his eye again.

Mike had rolled over into your stomach, holding onto you like a teddy bear until he heard the hush whispers of...something?

That's when the sound of a flare going off and your horrified shriek of agony woke him and Wu chang up! He fell off the small dark green cloud that carried your upper torso as you lashed out in a literal fit of blind rage, following whoever had shot you up and out of the basement. But of course, the others were waiting.

Vera with four flares she'd managed to convince Andrew to get her had shot you three times now. Revenge you assumed from last week's games of killing her.A curse that stabbed you right where your heart used to beat You swung at any survivor near and were promptly stunned with a football before  another flare to the face. The hot white flare sizzles against your skin causing you to fall and hit your head on the basement floor. A bottle of mud was thrown at your head just as wu chang finished fighting his way through perfume bottles and flares.

"Little fuckers!" He swung randomly, aiming for the head and face, wincing when he'd gotten shot in the back as well. The small ambush was over as the survivors, seeming content with their vengeance ran away as the last cipher popped. When the smoke bombs cleared Fan rubbed his back in pain,"Hey you ok?"

Mike was downstairs holding your massive hand while you sobbed in pain your face was covered in horrible burns and boils.

"They got you bad huh?" He picked your torse up and Mike rose silently as well, "come on now, stay with me...Acrobat, Leave."

"But!"

"Tell them death approaches" they would suffer for hurting you like this but he needed to get your face looked at.

As Mike was the last one left he quickly went to the nearest gate.

'What the hell was all of that?'

Fan sighed as he paced around the wax artists' rooms, the man knew a thing or two about burn injuries. He covered your face in small patches of burn treatment creams that made you like similar to a mummy.

"That should help with the burns, I'm not sure if it'll scar or not, what  happened? Duos?" He leaned against the bedroom wall, talking lowly.

"Those fucking survivors came and shot her!" He was getting so worked up he'd slipped back into mandarin.

"Mr.Wui'ju, I can't understand you"

That's when the umbrella spun and Xie took control," we were relaxing in the basement when the acrobat came, Fan wanted him to leave but she said he was no threat, so we all took a nap together, I didn't expect her to seek us out, especially in basement of all places, damn witch"

"Who started it? That was extremely uncalled for!" He crossed his arms.

"The one with the vail"

Philippes eye twitched slightly," oh? It was her?" He gripped his pipe, "Consider it handled then, oh! Fan dearest! Do be sure to change the badges, I have more on my desk!"

"I'm Xie, where are you going?"

"Apologies But I have a match with a damned Witch!" And with that, he was gone.

It was common for hunters to get revenge for one another and Xie knew that he would do much worse damage than either of them could. That hot wax could melt the skin off, he'd seen Philippe hold the mercenary down once and melt the top layer of skin off his arm. He did it expertly, knowing just how hot to make it without actually killing the assassin.

Xie looked at the badges on the desk and then back at you. Curled up into a ball and holding your face.

Once Philippe got his turn, then it would be theirs. Xie didn't consider himself a violent man but now? He wanted to make them hurt.