~Demonstuck~ {On Hiatus}

Chapter 3: Hostage

This chapter, as most if not all of mine, contain gore, foul language, yada yada ect ect. Thought I might as well begin putting warnings in and stuff. Enjoy this chapter.
Dave shifted his feet to dig into the dirt, the leaves and damp earth dusting his shoes as he quickly lunged. John was standing in the exact same place, thick blood dribbling down his stomach and staining his pristine white top a gory hue of Crimson. He made no move to dodge, his taunting blue stare merely boring into the platinum haired lad who was quickly approaching. In under a second the lad had appeared beside John, his sword on course to lodge its self comfortably in the flesh of John's hip. Dave's bizarrely red eyes flickered up for a second to meet John's gaze, and he found no bitter emotion lurking in his eyes. Oh no, he seemed to have a blank glare, and the only thing that could indicate how he felt was a thin smile on his lips.

His sword swung down and slammed forcefully into him, slicing the flesh apart and lodging it in a chunk of the red mangled skin. A wave of thick blood splashed across the dark ebony blade and his now torn white T-Shirt, accompanied by a sharp inhale from the Raven haired. By the time he was done John's attire would be stained a dark colour.

Dave quickly locked his gaze again with John, a frown on his face. Why hadn't the demon dodged? He could've easily avoided an inconvenience like this. Dave knew his blows wouldn't kill him, he just wanted to weaken him enough until he could tie him up and finish the job with a bullet. Maybe John was being cocky and thought a few blows of a weapon wouldn't hurt him?

Asshole.

He carried the slash through, and with a rough quick tug dislodged it and let John fly straight into a tree. He slammed against it back first, his head rearing back and forcefully hitting the bark before he slumped over and fell. John's vision, for a few seconds, was blurred with the shock of such a forceful hit. Perhaps he was underestimating him just a little.

However. A few seconds was merely only a few, and he had managed to balance himself on his feet, his breathing uneven and ragged. Blood spluttered and spilled out of his wounds in a horrendously gory sight, causing even Dave to briefly narrow his eyes and avert his gaze temporarily.

This would continue for a while, Dave planting blows on John, who in return only ever shoved him away slightly but made no attempt to harm the blonde. It was pissing Dave off, to be honest. What was this demon playing at? And of course the fight ended quickly due to it being a one-sided battle.

John was staring ahead, his eyesight pulsing, swaying and shifting focus to the point where it hurt to even have his eyes open. Large, thin slashes tore their way across his frame, his top in taters, exposing his scarred and bleeding upper half. John's body was on the brink of collapsing, finding it difficult to support a body with so many injuries. He'd heal up with time, of course, since the weaponry was indeed mundane and could cause no critical damage.

With a stuttering exhale John collapsed onto his knees, gripping the dirt as he tried to shift himself onto his feet only to slump further, his limbs tensing as he stumbled about. He looked like a resilient animal which had been hit with a tranquilliser dart; refusing to inevitably go down. Eventually, however, he did so, slumping on his side, his blood smeared everywhere from his refusal to sleep. With a rugged gasp he furrowed his eyebrows and closed his eyes due to the mild consistent throbbing of pain, his last image being the approach of shoes churning up dust and autumn leaves underneath them, and a fabric or something being tied around his eyes before he fell unconscious.

Whoop nothing rlly happens yet
Just a little thing to show that I'm not dead, and I have an idea for this story thanks to the lovely CaitlynMorgan5. Thankyou for the great idea!