The Hunt (pt.1) - OT8 + Enha

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"...open hunting may begin."


The announcement was as loud as a megaphone. It was not a message. It was a warning.

Chan cursed and ran for the living room. There, his 7 kids stare right back at him, 7 sets of eyes blown wide. Changbin had his arms spread in front of the rest, but lowered them as soon as he saw Chan.

"We got to go! Now, now, now! Gather your weapons and get the fuck out!"

Seungmin snatched Hyunjin and Jeongin's arms and dragged them to their shared bedroom to get changed into their vests and to strap their weaponry to themselves.

Minho did the same with Han and Chan lugged Felix and Changbin. In a matter of minutes, they were all gathered outside of their house, checking their essentials. 

To their right they noticed seven guys racing towards them from their own house. Seungmin snapped, "Stay back!"

The strangers halted, the one in the front holding out an authoritative hand in front of his group. He introduced himself, "I'm Heeseung. Can we join you?"

Chan stepped to the front and eyed Heeseung and his friends. They were poorly equipped, obviously not well-versed in protective gear.

Chan turned to Minho, "What do you think?"

Minho's cold gaze landed on Heeseung's group and he said, "They will slow us down."

Han gasped and hit Minho's arm, "Ya! Minho, you can't just blatantly-"

Heeseung spoke up, "Please? We promise we won't lag behind."

Minho opened his mouth to respond but a shriek tore through the thin silence of the forest. Screams echoed throughout the forest, accompanied by predatory snarls. 

Felix yelped and fled in the opposite direction. Changbin jolted at Felix's sudden run and chased after the frightened guy.

Heeseung watched Felix and Changbin's back and added, "We run. Fast."

Behind Heeseung's group, branches snapped. 

Chan's eyes widened and he cursed, "You know what? Fuck it. Let's go!"

Chan watched his friends run in front of him and he was about to run behind but he jerked to a stop as he heard a gut wrenching, shrill, keen of agony.

He turned and took in the sight of an elf's hand having been extended forward in front of her, hand empty where there was supposed to be a knife.

His gaze fell to a cute, chubby guy on the ground and a taller, more serious guy's hand hovering over a knife lodged in his friend's leg.

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