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elphrainThough Darnies seemed frozen, Chasa realized, he was not actually harmed by the bullet; for that she was eternally grateful, as it would make her side of things much easier. After the twins-Hunter and Being, how disturbing- had run off between the gunshot and policeman running in, and everyone else had made their way in one way or the other, Chasa knelt down carefully and picked Darnies up along with his cane. She shook off the medics that were trying to get to him, simply saying Darnies believed in holistic and herbal healing. When the first medic looked like he wanted to push it, his partner put her hand on his shoulder and shook her head. Chasa gave the Fae woman a thankful smile before heading out the alley. As the policeman that had originally come into the bar let her through, he spoke up, looking unnerved.
"Listen, you're both free to go for now, but you are going to have to come in in the morning and give your statements," he told her, and she gave a small sigh before nodding her assent. "I've been told to leave a car in front of your apartment building to ensure your security, please accept it."
Her Golem half rebelled at the insult to her ability to protect Darnies on her own, before she squashed it down with the reminder that the cop was a mundane and meant it strictly for both of their safety. "Um, yes, thank you," she finally answered, holding the still unresponsive Darnies tighter. His eyes were glazed over she couldn't help her worry. "I really must get him home."
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When she got him back to his apartment, he spoke his first sentence.
"He waited for me to get down," came out in a hoarse whisper so quiet she almost didn't hear it. Her chest ached at how he still didn't let his eyes roam around, leaving them stuck open wide and unseeing.
"Or," her mind betrayed as she got his healing salve, bandages, and tweezers from the plantless pot that he jokingly refers to as his first aid kit. "or he's seeing something you can't."
"Darnies," she began slowly, warily. "What do you mean?"
"He, uh," the boy began waveringly as she plucked the glass from his arm. "I was trying to take a breath," he started over. "I was by the window and trying to breathe because something about that curse Harry used felt... oily almost. I think he may have checked out the darker part of voodoo for at least part of the curse to give me the reaction it did, y'know?" He shook his head as she carefully washed off his arm, nodding her head as he spoke. He was glad she was acting so calm, because he certainly wasn't. "So I had to feel the air on my skin, I hate when someone else's magic blankets mine. I was looking down the alley wall and I saw this guy. He had a hood up and all I could see was him grinning all creepy. Then he put his finger to his lips like he was shushing me and I knew something was wrong and then I saw the metal and I tried to warn everyone but-"
"Darnies! DarnDarn," Chasa soothed as he got worked up, pulling him into a crushing hug now that she could; she'd put the salve on the bandages and wrapped up his arm somewhere during his spiral, so he was all cleaned up. "I don't mean to sound callous, but you've seen people killed before, shot in the same way even," she spoke candidly, thinking of the Hunter's soulless eyes and the hole in between them as Darnies curled up closer to her. She sighed, it looks like she'd be spending the night with the way he was now. "Why did this effect you so much?"
He gave out a harsh laugh. "Usually I'm at least one of the targets," he answered honestly, pretending he didn't see her frown. "It's easy to think 'oh we're all facing death together,' when I'm with other beings or 'this is for what you've done to us,' when I took out the Hunters that had kidnapped me, but I've never been in the same room as a dead Hunter unless I caused it, and I've never been in a place that got shot at without being one of the targets! I don't know how to react to the new situation!" He exclaimed before laughing hysterically, putting his head in his hands. "I've never not been a target, before..."
Chase breathed out a huge amount of air before taking it back in, trying to quell some of the panic she herself had felt when he started to truly explain his reasoning. "We have to go to the station tomorrow morning-or later today, rather," she mumbled, looking at the clock. "I don't know how much you heard back at the police line..." She trailed off as he nodded, scrubbing at his face tiredly. "Ok, then let's get you out of these dirty clothes."
Once they'd both gotten into pajamas, Chasa having run up to her apartment to grab a little bag of what she needed, they both got into his bed and were out like lights.
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In Interrogation 1, Randall Harwin was grinning at the one way mirror, hands clenching and unclenching as his only sign of true frustration. He hadn't known a cop was in there, that damn halfbreed that he always sees with the magic wielding boy had been covering him from view! He didn't know there were cops literally around the corner when he'd aimed at the Hunter's head, either, and getting caught wasn't part of the plan. He lifted his hands as high as they could go with the cuffs and dropped them back, hard, onto the table, keeping the manic grin on his face despite the outburst.
The first thing he'd done was say that he wouldn't say anything to anyone but the people that were in the bar. He got a snapped, "Greenfield will deal with you in the morning, now shut the fuck up." from the officer that had given him water after being brought in at around two in the morning. He never meant the detective, of course. He wanted damn near anyone else from that bar, not some mundane who didn't know a thing about the gods! He wanted the gods themselves. He wanted to talk to them, to learn how to kill them. All of them. And when there were no gods left to kill? Then there were no gods left to reject him, and he could return to his family as the true god they should worship; the one that had demolished all the gods so that he could be shunned no more. The rush he got from that thought had him opening his mouth despite previous refusal.
"'And so they were born,'" he recited aloud, calling upon one of his first memories of worship. "'Out of elements and energy, made in forms we could comprehend so that we may worship their greatness in flesh, if only we sought them out. No human compares to our gods on earth, for they are unending and forever reborn.'" he laughed and leaned forward on the table, locking eyes with with one of the people behind the mirror. "I'd like to test the theory of the unending, wouldn't you?"
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At the same time, Darnies and Chasa entered the police station, and despite the May warmth, something made them shiver.
"Listen, you're both free to go for now, but you are going to have to come in in the morning and give your statements," he told her, and she gave a small sigh before nodding her assent. "I've been told to leave a car in front of your apartment building to ensure your security, please accept it."
Her Golem half rebelled at the insult to her ability to protect Darnies on her own, before she squashed it down with the reminder that the cop was a mundane and meant it strictly for both of their safety. "Um, yes, thank you," she finally answered, holding the still unresponsive Darnies tighter. His eyes were glazed over she couldn't help her worry. "I really must get him home."
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When she got him back to his apartment, he spoke his first sentence.
"He waited for me to get down," came out in a hoarse whisper so quiet she almost didn't hear it. Her chest ached at how he still didn't let his eyes roam around, leaving them stuck open wide and unseeing.
"Or," her mind betrayed as she got his healing salve, bandages, and tweezers from the plantless pot that he jokingly refers to as his first aid kit. "or he's seeing something you can't."
"Darnies," she began slowly, warily. "What do you mean?"
"He, uh," the boy began waveringly as she plucked the glass from his arm. "I was trying to take a breath," he started over. "I was by the window and trying to breathe because something about that curse Harry used felt... oily almost. I think he may have checked out the darker part of voodoo for at least part of the curse to give me the reaction it did, y'know?" He shook his head as she carefully washed off his arm, nodding her head as he spoke. He was glad she was acting so calm, because he certainly wasn't. "So I had to feel the air on my skin, I hate when someone else's magic blankets mine. I was looking down the alley wall and I saw this guy. He had a hood up and all I could see was him grinning all creepy. Then he put his finger to his lips like he was shushing me and I knew something was wrong and then I saw the metal and I tried to warn everyone but-"
"Darnies! DarnDarn," Chasa soothed as he got worked up, pulling him into a crushing hug now that she could; she'd put the salve on the bandages and wrapped up his arm somewhere during his spiral, so he was all cleaned up. "I don't mean to sound callous, but you've seen people killed before, shot in the same way even," she spoke candidly, thinking of the Hunter's soulless eyes and the hole in between them as Darnies curled up closer to her. She sighed, it looks like she'd be spending the night with the way he was now. "Why did this effect you so much?"
He gave out a harsh laugh. "Usually I'm at least one of the targets," he answered honestly, pretending he didn't see her frown. "It's easy to think 'oh we're all facing death together,' when I'm with other beings or 'this is for what you've done to us,' when I took out the Hunters that had kidnapped me, but I've never been in the same room as a dead Hunter unless I caused it, and I've never been in a place that got shot at without being one of the targets! I don't know how to react to the new situation!" He exclaimed before laughing hysterically, putting his head in his hands. "I've never not been a target, before..."
Chase breathed out a huge amount of air before taking it back in, trying to quell some of the panic she herself had felt when he started to truly explain his reasoning. "We have to go to the station tomorrow morning-or later today, rather," she mumbled, looking at the clock. "I don't know how much you heard back at the police line..." She trailed off as he nodded, scrubbing at his face tiredly. "Ok, then let's get you out of these dirty clothes."
Once they'd both gotten into pajamas, Chasa having run up to her apartment to grab a little bag of what she needed, they both got into his bed and were out like lights.
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Gravette City Police Department, Tuesday, May 19th. 10am.
In Interrogation 1, Randall Harwin was grinning at the one way mirror, hands clenching and unclenching as his only sign of true frustration. He hadn't known a cop was in there, that damn halfbreed that he always sees with the magic wielding boy had been covering him from view! He didn't know there were cops literally around the corner when he'd aimed at the Hunter's head, either, and getting caught wasn't part of the plan. He lifted his hands as high as they could go with the cuffs and dropped them back, hard, onto the table, keeping the manic grin on his face despite the outburst.
The first thing he'd done was say that he wouldn't say anything to anyone but the people that were in the bar. He got a snapped, "Greenfield will deal with you in the morning, now shut the fuck up." from the officer that had given him water after being brought in at around two in the morning. He never meant the detective, of course. He wanted damn near anyone else from that bar, not some mundane who didn't know a thing about the gods! He wanted the gods themselves. He wanted to talk to them, to learn how to kill them. All of them. And when there were no gods left to kill? Then there were no gods left to reject him, and he could return to his family as the true god they should worship; the one that had demolished all the gods so that he could be shunned no more. The rush he got from that thought had him opening his mouth despite previous refusal.
"'And so they were born,'" he recited aloud, calling upon one of his first memories of worship. "'Out of elements and energy, made in forms we could comprehend so that we may worship their greatness in flesh, if only we sought them out. No human compares to our gods on earth, for they are unending and forever reborn.'" he laughed and leaned forward on the table, locking eyes with with one of the people behind the mirror. "I'd like to test the theory of the unending, wouldn't you?"
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At the same time, Darnies and Chasa entered the police station, and despite the May warmth, something made them shiver.