forum Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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As Avery sat on the ground, clutching her bleeding side, a figure stepped in front of her. His shoes came into her vision first, and she looked up to see a tall man carrying an old-looking rifle and wearing a dark jacket. A hood covered most of his head, but just enough light shone on his face for Avery to see it. Dark hair swept over his forehead, and dark eyes glittered in the dim light. A scar ran across his mouth, starting near his left cheekbone and slashing down to under the right side of his lips.

"What do you want?" Avery questioned, her voice tight from pain. She glared at him from her vulnerable position.

The man chuckled, leaning on his gun to look her in the eye. "Oh, it's not what I want, sweetheart. It's what my boss wants." He grinned, showing impossibly straight, white teeth. Avery would have expected the man who had just shot her to be hideous, or even just ugly, not this oddly good-looking. His hot breath hit her face as he leaned closer and continued, "And he wants you and your little friends alive. He never said you had to be fully alive, though. Maybe I could just…" He pulled a knife from some hidden pocket and traced her jaw with it, leaving a line of blood. "…drain you a little."

Avery held back a shudder as she continued to glare at him, still holding her side tightly. Blood was starting to seep between her fingers, and she didn't how much more she could lose.

Vaughn was breathing heavily by the time he reached the area where Avery was. He glanced between her and the stranger for a moment before raising his gun. “Hey, bastard! Why don’t you take a few steps back, and I’ll think about blowing your f*cking brains out instead of taking my time,” he snarled in a hostile tone. It may not have seemed like he would kill for Avery and Dylan, but he hated to admit that they had grown on him.

Both Avery's and the man's heads whipped towards the direction Vaughn's voice had come from, and the man's eyes darkened even more, if that was possible. He sneered, standing up to his full height, and aimed his gun at Avery's head.

"One step closer and I'll kill her," he growled.

“Lower you’re gun, or I’ll kill you,” Vaughn snapped. “We’re both civilized men here, let’s talk this out.” But there was something in his eyes that said he wouldn’t just talk it out.

The man pursed his lips, glaring at Vaughn.

"Lower yours, first, and I'll think about it," he shot back.

Avery watched in silence, not daring to move. If she wasn't injured, she could easily just shapeshift and get away. Unfortunately, if she got injured while she was in an animal form and turned back, she couldn't shift until she was healed again.

Vaughn’s jaw clenched tightly. He had been drugged up on his meds for a while, but that was staring to fade away. So the whispers were returning. Finley, just shoot him. So what if he shoots the girl? At least you killed the bad man, they purred in his mind. His trigger finger twitched, temptation setting in. But he didn’t fire. He lowered his gun, setting it down on the ground, hands raised. “Okay, okay.. I’m unarmed. Let her go now.”

Avery grimaced as Vaughn set his gun down.

Bad choice, dude! Do you really think he's just going to let you go just like that?

"Did you really think I was going to let you go just like that?" the man asked, voicing Avery's fears. A dark smile crossed his face, and he let out a low chuckle as he slowly shook his head. He raised his gun, now aiming for Vaughn. "Of course I wasn't going to kill her; my boss wants her alive. You as well, for whatever reason. But… He never said I couldn't torture you a little." As he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet sped towards Vaughn.

(That would be fine.
I won't be on until late tonight or even tomorrow morning.)

Dylan hadn't been able to react. Seeing Avery bloody on the ground shocked him, and he was still recovering. The next gunshot shook him from his trance. Without looking to see where the shot was going, he dropped the cloak and raised a shadowed hand to grip the guy's throat. With the other hand, he formed a dagger, and slowly pressed it towards the hunter's stomach.

Dylan's eyes blazed a golden yellow, and his right palm glowed. The shadows he formed were laced with yellow ribbons of light. Anger pulsed through him like the sun's energy itself was coursing through his arms.

Vaughn gasped sharply when he felt the bullet rip into his stomach. He stumbled back a few steps before falling, light exploding in his vision. He found it difficult to feel the ground underneath him, or even the fresh bullet wound that caused blood to spill onto the dirt. The whispers screeched angrily in his mind for him to get up. He’s had worse, he would get better. Would he? Depends on if the bullet hit anything important.

But hey, at least it gave Dylan the opportunity to stop the bastard.

Avery struggled to her feet as Dylan's shadow gripped the man's throat. She carefully made her way over to Dylan, speaking to him as she gently placed her non-bloody hand on his arm.

"Dylan, be careful," she said softly. "We don't need him dead, just… out of the way."

The man thrashed and writhed, trying to tear the hand from his throat.

(Lol. Well, I mean, Avery's kinda bleeding too, so…
Also, she's freaking out internally, but she's figured out how not to show it.)

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