The Fog and The Red Rain [A HunterxHunter fan fic]

Dancing corpse with yellow eyes

He laughs. He's fucking laughing at me, and I feel my blood boil. The air is cold and my skin prickles up as I grind my teeth.

"Ah, are you serious? I'll kill you, really." He smirks, looking off to the side, carelessly.

I roll my eyes, scowling. "You can try. Its your rules, right? I've never killed anyone but that's because I've never had to. I'm not afraid. I'll rip your vocal cords out with my teeth. Come on, let's amuse ourselves." I glare, rolling my shoulders one last time.

He's staring at me, the same way Hisoka has when I first tried to fight him. It should be unnerving,but I'm just so angry.

One thing is for sure though, he's pondering it. I cross my arms. He just needs a push... I smile, and scratch at the scabs near my wrist, and I accidentally break fresh skin along my arm. It stings, but I open up the fresh wound a little more, then hold up my hand.

"Aren't you curious about a girl with black blood?" I ask, tilting my head as the drops of darkness fall with small splats onto the white floor. His eyes gleam, and even scales and cat face seem curious.

He turns back to me after side eyeing, and licks his lips. There's a strained look in his eye, and he steps forward. The cuffs fall with harsh clanks and he rubs his wrists as he speaks.

"Fight to the death. Even if you scream, I won't stop. Ah, don't look at me like that..." He's shaking, starved of a proper fight. His voice is uneven, and he keeps getting closer.

I shrug, "Fine. Then neither will I. Don't complain when you get stuck in your own web." I grunt, flipping onto my hands and going for a kick with my right leg, but clearly it gets caught.

I quickly bring my left leg down and smash his hand away, hearing a small growl come from him as I turn and try to sweep his legs out from under him, but the six contraptions don't even budge.

"PFHAHAHAHA, IDIOT! You really pride yourself on those little legs of yours? Right? Hey? Answer me!" He grabs me by the throat with his human hand, his nails digging into the back of my neck. I bring my right hand back, pretending to cough and struggle then go limp.

"Eh? Are you dying? What does it feel like? What do you feel like...? What if I take a peek at that little body of yours?" He murmurs, a metal hand running up my leg, and I snap my eyes open.

"Crows foot." My blood coils around my arm in messy daggers and I simply have to scrape up his torso and-

Slivers of skin and pink tissue fly like bees disturbed in their hive and I kick myself away from him before I can get any more blood on me.

"What does it feel like? I feel weak and shaky, my heart is going too fast, but I feel like laughing. Not because you're dying, but because you underestimated me. Now that, that's always funny. You pride yourself on your legs too, don't you? I'll stuff them into those cute little cuts you have." I hiss, practicing my biting. The clanking of my teeth is audible only for a second, the gurgling and coughing of blood taking over.

"Oh man, you really fucked me up...These cuts are cute. I like you." He looks up, blood dripping from his mouth as he grins, and suddenly I gasp, my body going limp. I fall to my knees, cursing.

It feels like a million tiny strings are squeezing my nerves, and I tremble as I get back up, my upper body feeling like lead. I can't move my arms, but my blood is still in tact. The kanji symbol for wrath is still there, but its faint.

I try to use Gyo, but my eyes suddenly feel droopy, and I immediately stop.

"Oh, you can still stand? Impressive, but don't strain yourself, you'll die, just like that." He smirks, walking around me, disregarding his wounds that have stopped bleeding. Transmuters and their odd ways of weakening their opponent and not feeling pain.

"Nen strings? How pathetic. I can still-" he cuts me off by giving me one of the most skull rattling punches I've gotten in a while. I'm sent flying, but I skid to a stop after only one roll, my blood coved hand digging into the ground. I get up, spit out a splat of blood then charge at him.

He smiles, not even flinching and I freeze, taking a step back. Unnerving.

"That hurt." I hiss, taking a clawed finger and pulling, stretching the blood over and over as I walk around for a moment, not too close nor too far.

"Letting my opponent buy time isn't my style."

He skids right at me, sparks flying as he drags two of his legs, and I side step, the string of blood that I stretched out coiling around his neck.

I yank, and I hear the sound of blood hitting floor and a harsh thump. His head rolls over to me, and I kick it back to his friends, and the white cat man grabs it without a single reaction.

Webs body falls with a squeak and with a river of blood starting to pool over to me, and I bring my blood back into the wound in my arm, wrap it back up, then step back.

"I win." I simply say, bowing to the spider corpse then walking back over to Gon and Killua.

"How was that for my first try?" I ask Killua, passing my hand over the kanji symbol on my arm and feeling it disappear.

"Eh, good enough, but sloppy." He shrugs, and I sigh, smiling back at Gon.

"So who goes next?" Gon asks, and I shrug.

"I only took....forty minutes? The cat man seems to be one of those that are one and done, so...he'd be best against Killua...."

"Eh!? I don't want to fight the lady!" Gon immediately interjected.

"She does remind me of Palm." Killua mused. "I'll take her then."