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Early update! Just because I love you guys <3
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Incubus' POV

They all surrounded me, their eyes hungry with the lust of wanting to fight. In a way, they were just like me.

I threw my head back and mocked them, my insane laughter echoing around the silent room. They were just as funny as me, too.

I bought my head back, staring directly at the little girl who thought she was so big because she had her clique standing up with her. I narrowed my eyes, my sight getting sharper and my thoughts beginning to race. I loved the feeling just before a fight. My muscles were tense and my heart beat was surprisingly low instead of high. The adrenaline that pumped through my body was like a drug, enticing and exhilarating. It made me feel alive.

Sucking all the air I could, I got ready. I knew the one that stood behind me, unconsciously and quietly tapping his or her foot on the ground in anticipation and impatience, would strike first. I directed my attention to him, listening to his fast breathing and hammering heartbeat.

Three...

Two...

I heard his fist rush at me before it hit me, allowing me to dodge easily. I knew I had an unfair advantage with my inhuman abilities, but I could care less. All I wanted to do in this slow-motion moment, was to dig my fingernails deep into his head, until I felt the mush of his brains under them.

Sickening, I know. But that's what I was. And I didn't care.

I whirled around the same time I moved out of the way of his white-knuckled fist. He froze for a second, in astonishment, at my lighting speed movements, the fist he was going to strike me with hanging in the air where I had just stood. I looked down at his white-knuckled hand and then up at his blank, regretful face.

"What the fück did you expect to do to me by punching me?" I asked, my arms splayed wide at my sides in a gesture of annoyance. The other Hunters were stunned by everything that had just happened in the spilt second. But they recovered quite quickly.

The next person who tried to strike out was a tall girl with a face that looked liked it could kick mine in. But, of course, there was no way of let her even touch my money-maker.

The world around me slowed down, and I watched as she screwed her face up in an ugly expression of pain as I saw my black boot connect with the left side of her face; it was a beautifully cliche moment where her skin rippled like water after a rock had been thrown into it.

She fell to the ground, her body struggling to hold itself up as she tried to get up into her feet. She collapsed, her eyes closing and her breathing getting slower. But she didn't die. Another one of her companions - another random boy, managed to snag me in my shoulder. Looking over my right shoulder, I peaked down at the handle of a knife jutting out. It didn't even hurt.

"Again? Seriously?" I asked as I reached over with my opposite hand and gripped it's handle. I was slowly pulling it out, trying to not mangle and mush my flesh, as another Hunter struck out. I ducked just in time as his shoe sailed across over my head. When I stood up again, the knife I had pulled out as the boy tried to kick me, in my hand, I threw it.

I knew it hit the same boy who tried to kick me because I had thrown it so fast that he didn't even have time to put his foot to the ground before he fell, dead. I had hit the bullseye. Literally.

A gasp came from behind me and I turned to it. It belonged to a tiny girl, small in size and in confidence. She shook like a leaf as I stared at her. Someone raised their hand to strike me with another blade - did all they have was knives? - and I caught their hand in midair, just as the knife was about to graze my left cheek. I heard him whimper and the scream in agonizing pain as I twisted and crushed all the tiny bones in his wrist. All the while I stared at the girl.

She darted her scared eyes from her companion to me, and then back again. Tears formed at the edges of her eyes and I almost took sympathy. Of course, I don't do sympathy. So I grabbed the knife from the boy I still held, and threw it at her, turning away to deal with the ten, or maybe eleven others who were still not dead, before I could see it lodge it's metal into her skull. I heard it though. It was a sickening - even to me - thunk. Like an axe chopping away at a tree.

"Ella!" The other little blonde - who I had first began to taunt - screamed. I snapped my gaze away from the girl who I had been walking toward, the boy I still held onto crying out and whimpering in pain. She had been backing away from me, shaking her head. But now, I looked at the blonde who also turned her attention to me. She was slowly turning red in the cheeks, tears streaming down her face once again. Except, unlike before her expression wasn't one of despair or fear. It was now one of anger. Pure and kindled deep within her.

"Good." I said lightly, like a kindergarten teacher to a kid who had just drawn his first word. "Now, let's make you rain. Literally."

"Argh!" She screamed as she ran toward me, pulling out two knives - as if that would make a difference - as she came at me. She extended her arms, pointing both the tips of the daggers together, into one point, at me. She was only a step away from me, her blades grazing my chin and about to pierce my neck, before I stepped backward in my quick movements, and pulled the boy in front of my body.

I looked over his limo shoulders at her expression of shock and horrid surprise.

"N-no, no...." She muttered out. Her hands went limp and she stepped back away from us - the dead boy and me. I dropped his body which was now just a useless suit of meat and bones which no longer held him up, and stepped over him. With my hands knitted behind my back, I bent over and stared into her wide, angry eyes.

"What shall we do with you?" I questioned and saw her involuntarily shrink back. I smiled, but not because of her clear fright, but because of how she was the only who was putting up a fight now.

"I'll -"

"'Send you to Hell'?" I cut her off, sarcastically mocking her. She growled out between her teeth and I stood up straight again. "I'm gonna get this over with." I muttered.

Before she could stand up and defend herself - which I would allow her to do if I wasn't so bored now - was kick her to the ground, and just as she cried out and tried to get back up on her feet, clamp down my foot on her back.

"Let's see...what happens if I..." I trailed off as I closed my eyes. Inhaling deeply, the only other sound was her shrill, bloodcurdling screaming. I didn't know exactly what I was doing to her, but I felt good. Like I had when I stole someone's dream.

Her screaming died down as she did, and I opened my eyes slowly, inhaling in deeper. My body felt more alive than it had with adrenaline coursing through it. I looked down at her soft, lifeless body just to see a wisp of smoke, pale grey in colour, float up from her body and toward me. I knew my eyes were wide in fascination and curiosity as I stared at her. I looked up at the remaining eight or nine Hunters in amazement.

"Did you see that?" I yelled. They ran away, prying the metal door up and running for their lives. "Well, that was easier than I thought." I muttered. But, I could still hear someone's breathing.

Looking to my left, I spied the other girl from before - the brunette - standing there in cowardly terror. She was frozen, too scared to even run out the door she stood right beside.

"I'll leave you to it to clean up, then." I smiled at her pleasantly, and without another look at her or what I had created in the shop, I stepped over the bodies and walked out into the cold air.

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Well then....lol >;)