Chapter Three: Restaffing

[Rancor]

“Your feet stink!”
"No, my feet ache from all this walking," Jason whined, "are we almost there?”
“The cabin isn’t much farther… Man, you could make a career of this.”
“Of what?”
“Bitching and moaning," Lisa smirked.
“Ha, ha… You know I didn’t have to agree to this camping thing. I could have stayed home and played on the X-Box but no…”
“Some fresh air isn’t gonna kill ya, you know”
“When you find some you let me know, you’re right something does stink-”

Just then Jason’s felt his hiking boot sink into something soft. Just to the side of the small deer path they were walking a blood splattered leg rolled out from the underbrush. A red sock poked out atop the weathered shoe, and the pale leg appeared to have been literally pulled from the knee joint.
Jason scampered back, bumping into Lisa with a cry of disgust.
“Ok what the fuck- is that a fucking body?!”
The corpse lay in a disjointed angle, his face a mask of terror, and his eyes glazed and wide. A fly buzzed from the hollowed ribcage Jason’s boot had squashed though, landing on the lip of eyelid before buzzing around another more odorific area of decay.
“Shh! Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Shut up a minute.”

“There is really no need, I’ve been listening to you two squabble like old hens for about twenty minutes now.”
The shadowed figure pushed off the tree he was leaning against. Flicking a cigarette into the dry underbrush he walked toward the startled pair. The screams didn’t last long, but the gnash of teeth, the tearing of muscle and bone, and the wet sound of meat lasted for a long wile afterward. His eyes rolled skyward, head leaned back revealing a bloodstained neck and torso. Mangled flesh began to heal, reform from the dry cracked grey to a healthy pink glow.
“Mm… Almost ready…” he thought.

[Black Widow]

Shoving his friend, the boy grinned slightly. "Dude, tonight, I am so going to get laid. I mean, there's no doubt about it. I look hot-I smell good... and-"

"And there has to be a girl desperate enough out there." his friend quirped and eyed the other one. "Dude, it ain't about the puss... it's all bout the... wait I'm wrong, I take it back." He laughed slightly.

"Man Jorge, I thought you were goin insane for a minute. It's all about the-g'damn speak of puss... look at that fine girl over there." Both eyes of Jorge and Miguel stared at the 5'9 woman before them in line. She was hot and different, alternative even. Something that Jorge had the hots for. "Man... my pants are tight already and I aint even in the damn club." he laughed and Miguel just shook his head.

'Guel and Jorge stood in line for another fifteen minutes before being let in-by then, the hot blonde had already gone inside. Now, Jorge was on the search. He would find the hot woman and fuck her till she cried for him to stop. Sure, he was all about consent-but Jorge knew how to manhandle people, and this chick... he was going to get her in bed one way or another.

"Dude, Jor!" Miguel's voice rang out behind him, but he was already gone, searching for the mystery hot chick. However, what Jorge didn't know, was she was searching for him as well.

The grin on her face was clear as she watched from the shadows, the man who looked for her. She would follow him every where he went, before catching him off guard and catching his eye once more. By then, she was leaning on the counter, enjoying a drink, though she reveled in the energy and the heat given off in the place. She could work with any man here-but this desperate one... no she would get him and get him good.

"Hola mama... tu quieres una bebida? Tu es muy caliente mama." he asked with his sly looks and smooth latin tongue. He licked his full lips as he looked her up and down. Eying the stare she gave him, the wink, the lick of her own lips.

"No... I have a better idea..." she whispered before pulling him closer. "¿Usted desea coger?" she said smoothly as she breathed ever so softly into his ear.
"Aye, mama... you read my mind." he said before leading her out the door of the club and to the alley.

Within minutes they were stripped and doing the deed. Her grin was wide, however, she didn't kiss him yet. "Mmm, you need to let me taste you mama..." she shook her head before moving faster-she would get him to finish if her life depended on it... although, it was more his life.

Then, it happened, his body twitched before slowing down against her. "Ohh... now I can taste you..." she said softly, her lips meeting his, before she brought him down to the ground, his body going limp in mid-kiss.

As he lay on the ground, her body stood over him, a brow arched. "They should really teach you to get to know the person before doing that... luv." Unlocking her jaw, it slowly fell, the double fangs on each side of her jaw were now clear as day as she bent over his dying body.

[Recoil]

Within the depths of the cavern and shadows of the basement of this large abandoned bulding, Rein was at her work. Or at least it wasn't what some would call work. Tonight, she caught herself someone, someone who shoved her out of the way to get to his car. Some big shot who slapped his girlfriend not ten feet from her. Someone she watched closely to see what kind of a person he was. And when she saw the woman cry from the pain of it, she knew that he was the one.

She followed him through the dark streets that night, it wasn't really hard to find him. He was like a open book just laying there for someone to read. His adrenaline was running and he was looking for a quick fix. Something to take the edge off of everything, perfect chance.

He came around the corner and saw her standing there, with her dark hair in its dark bushy charistmatic pigtails, her black and red doll like jumper, red fish net stockings with white and red socks holding onto them and large industrial boots. Her dark eyes were covered in sunglasses and her face was as pale as the snow, covered in a few peircings here and there.

He moved towards her. " You have any?" and she let her dark lips pull gently to a small smile. " Of course. Follow me." " But why!? " her head tilted up his way. " Because the pigs are covering this area and trust me..you don't want to get caught." Not needing anymore explaination he nodded and followed. She moved like a normal girl, she was a normal girl in a sense. He watched her closely from behind, making sure she didn't do anything stupid. Finally they arrived at the abandoned building she called home. Walking down and down the stair to the depths of the basement floors. " Why are we here? " "Because my boss has some stuff you are just going to die for." They entered into a room with a rather odd collection of tall dolls. Very realistic yet very dark and sadistic. " Those are the ugliest shit I have ever seen." "I made them." her tone grew dead and serious before she gestured to a single chair. " Take a seat I'll be with you in a second."

He didn't feel right in this place. His nerves were growing and she could tell. She could feel them. It was like her own little drug. When she moved back into the room she began to make her way towards her. "Come on..we are inside you can take those glasses off." " I don't think your going to want me too." suddenly she moved to him and clamps were places over his wrists, around his ankles. " Why no.." he began before the realization of what she was doing came into his mind. " What the hell! What are you doing! Let me out now." "Because..." she pulled the glasses off finally and let the pure dark orbs stare his way. He shocked and horror strucken at the same time. " because your going to make this much more pleasurable for me..yet worse for you." She felt them crawl within her body, felt them move before one slowly emerged. Her skined shifted under the movement, like some demon worm was crawling through her and she was in some sci-fi movie. It peirced through the end of her wrist and out it came, a large metallic and organic tendril. Like some alien parasite it moved through the air, wavering here and there before the end began to grow into what seemed like the head of a snake. It snapped at the air in front of him. Just before it did its part.

She watched calmly, always with that odd smile as the tendrils split. It grew into longer, thinner ones of many, and the same came from her other arm. When they finished morphing, they stabbed through his finger tips and up his arms. Graphting across his body, like a virus mazing out its work. When it was done, when every inch of his body was graphed, she gave him a even softer smile. His fear, it felt so good. " This is really going to hurt." They clamped onto his skin before pulling outwards really wuickly. Tearing the flesh from his body.

He screamed for quite the while that night. Or at least until she cut his tongue off. She didn't like screams. Finally after a hour he had let the pain take him away, and the fact that he was bleeding rather well. It lasted longer than she would have ancipated. When he did let out his last breath, she got to work. She stripped the meat from his bones, like a professional chef would his beauitful peice of meat. She put most in a freezer before leaving some for a meal. When finished, she took the skin back to the other room at to a sewing machine. There she got even more to work. Sewing the peices back together, boiling the skin to shrink it a bit, she made a beautiful new doll for her collection. He was now her favorite.

With her work complete, it was time to set back out into the world. Another prospect to watch over, another erand to finish. More life to live, that was more than she could say for the man that didn't get away.

[Black Widow]

After minutes, his life juices were taken from him, the kiss had caused them all-including his organs to liquidate and excrete from his body, yet she did it simply smoother. It looked as if she were giving him a good-sized hickey, as if she and he were kickin it hard core.

She knew better, she could feel it enter her stream and into her body. The pure unadulterated energy from his body flowed through her, something she had killed many a time to feel before. She would become his heat and he her prune… she would suck him dry until he was a raisin. Today… she was getting her fill.

Pulling back, she was like a vampire, however, it was poison that dripped from her fangs. She had exchanged all the fluid in his body, his nutrients… with the gooey green substance. There was no doubt he was dead… no movement and glazed eyes. “You are no fun…” she whimpered to herself before standing, licking her lips and moving away. As she walked she picked her outfit up and began to dress herself once more, leaving him pantless and dead.

Green orbs looked back once as she finished dressing herself before a slight smirk slipped onto her lips and she found herself climbing up the walls with catlike ease. Her shoes were still off, her eyes seemingly black with the natural high from his body system, and her pupils growing large. Tonight was a fun night… however, she wanted more fun.

[Recoil]

She was done. Her play thing was finished and she grew tired of him very quickly. She decided going out for a nice time would be great.

Moving from the basement of the old building, right up to the top, she was glad it was a secluded area, that meant less questions. If the cops came around or anyone asked questions, she would stop them or move, either way no one seemed like much of a threat to her, of course that could be thanks to young immaturity in the feild.

Whatever the case, she hadn't been caught yet, no one ever asked questions about the creepy young girl who lived in the building that didn't have a soul in it since it shut down. Of course, all her neighbours didn't care about anything beyond their lives, and beyond their next fix, or the trash can they warmed up to, or the garbage they picked, or the fact that if they ever found themselves to cold they could stay in the upper part of the building with her.

She moved slowly along the broken side walks, of the broken neighbourhood the world had forgotten. She was never in a rush to get anywhere, and every once in a while someone nodded to the young girl who stared at you through shadded eyes. Sunglasses, peircings, tattoos, black and red all over, she was one of the worlds outcasts, and she liked it that way.

It wasn't long before she made it to the little big club. It always had great music and a fun time. She could pick anyone out from this place, whether to just have fun with or whether to play with it didn't matter. She took her usual booth, in the back of the place. Plush velvet seats. Her usual drink was brought, and she paid for it with the dead mans money. Perhaps there would be more fun here then she could have hoped, already she could feel candidates ready for the choosing.

[Rancor]

“This world rejects me. This world never gave me a chance…”
His deep graveled voice echoed a singsong as heavy boots stalked toward the stand-up isolation tank. He knew she couldn’t hear him, she was beyond words; but that mattered not. It was just chance that had brought them together. Rogue was just another meal for Rancor, until…

2 months ago…
Hands in the dark. Hands grabbing the girl as she walked alone on the streets of Jersey City. Teeth and blood. It was all he ever wanted. Times like this were desperate. When he had to leave the sanctuary of the Pine Barrens and enter the thriving derelict towns looking for the right mark. But as teeth made their mark in the tendon at her neck and shoulder, he felt a shifting in his core unlike anything he’d ever felt. - A great drawing, instead of the feed. At first he pulled away, unsure, but strength and life began to thrive on his skin, in his muscles… she was more then just a meal, she was his salvation. Rogue tried to scream, her eyes wide like saucers. The struggle was indeed something he savored. Oh how he enjoyed forcing her to the ground. Forcing his bare hands against what little skin was exposed and watching her recoil in horror. She was taking on his mutation, and he was almost whole…

The door swung open revealing the broken pieces of what used to be Rogue. She was half dressed, her eyes dull and blank, wrists and ankles raw from hours of struggle against the irons.
“Hungry?” he teased. It had been over twelve hours since he’d been able to get her to swallow anything more than a mouthful of liquefied protein. She was resisting. Wishing for death. At least, that was what she’d beg for when her mind remembered what words were. Rancor slipped on gloves, grabbing her jaw and jarring her head back. Rogue didn’t fight the glass this time. She was more or less a limp little doll.
“See now was that so bad?” He brushed the white streak of hair out of her face, looking over the blank stare. The skin on his cheek crackled as he smiled.

[Black Widow]

“Let us begin by telling you… she’s not normal. Let us continue by saying, she loves no one. Now let us say she falls for everyone… then we could say, you would give your life to be with her.” The latest story of the ‘Black Widow’ had surfaced in the New York Times and it made her laugh. How these pathetic Homo-sapiens thought they knew everything! It only made her grin even more, “Black Widow… I like it.” The grin was wide this time, wide enough for her lovely fangs to peak out from their hiding spots behind her lips. “I like it a lot…”

Her fingers slowly let go of the paper as her ears picked up a beautiful noise. Was she hearing correctly… was someone lost? Eyes scanned the area before she picked up the sudden darkness of the forest. Someone must have run away.

Grinning ever-so-gently she smirked before moving towards the darkness that was the forest. Shadows quickly consumed her as she made her way through the maze. “Come-out come-out wherever you are…” she whispered into the air before grinning gently.

“XEVANNAH!” The male’s voice yelled through the forest. “X… come back! It wasn’t your fault it’s ok!” His voice was clear through the darkness, something she loved. He was young-she looked young now-and he was wearing chains… the grin grew wider upon her lips… she would enjoy this one… so much like herself.

“X!” the yell came again as she moved up into the nearest tree, surveying the landscape and the young teen that suddenly came into view. A pink tongue rolled over her dark colored lips as she eyed him. He was handsome for a young’n and his scent was delicious. There was something different about him, she could tell that… something that made her dark eyes glow white around the pools of blackness. She couldn’t wait.

That’s when he was right below her, and she jumped upon him, toppling them both over. He was surprised, turning and mouthing the word X as he hadn’t been able to stop that as he saw it wasn’t who he was looking for. Moving back his brows arched, “Who are you?” she grinned before kneeling before him.

Hands instantly moved forward as a silver sticky web began to find itself moving around him, forcing him in a cocoon. “Hey! What the –“ by then his mouth was covered with the goods, but suddenly the cocoon withered away and her eyes widened.

“What… that’s never happened before…” hissing slightly she did it again, his eyes finally seeing her and not the silver strands-however the vision didn’t last long. Once again he was covered in the webbing, and once again it withered away. Two more times she tried it before she growled and jumped upon the boy before her, sinking her double fanged teeth into his neck.

For a moment he struggled as he did before, however the small dose of poison she exchanged with a bit of blood, caused his body to go limp and numb. He was even to the point where yelling was out of the question. X… Help me, Oh GOD help me! was all he could think before he felt his eyes shutting and his body going weak to the point he passed out.

Smirking as she looked over her prey, her nose twitched and she grabbed him tightly by the collar as she hurled him over her shoulder and began to walk through the forest with him. She would find a nice spot for them to go.

[Wither]

The attack was fast, something he wasn’t expecting… something he was shocked to see happen. As he felt her weight fall upon him, his mind blacked back to see X in his memories. All he knew is he had to find her. As he came conscious again, he thought he had, sadly he was wrong.

Turning over he began to mouth the word X before he realized who or rather what he was looking at. It wasn’t X… that was for sure. “Who are you?” before he could get anything else out, the silver sticky string began to form around him. “Hey! What the he-“ yet he couldn’t finish the sentence. By then the webbing was over his mouth. However, the webbing didn’t last long… his skin that touched the silver web began to cause the organic material to wither away.

“What… that’s never happened before…” a sultry voice behind a vicious hiss commented before he felt more webbing surround him. Then the cycle would happen again, and again, and again. However on the last try of her spinning him in a large web, he suddenly felt…. A bite on his neck.

“Jesus!” he managed to get out in the last few moments he could still feel his body. Green orbs looked to the woman as he saw nothing but white and black in her own eyes. She scared him, he wouldn’t deny it… however, he couldn’t get away. How bad he wanted to ask her who she was, or why him… any attempt was a fail to his numb and poisoned body.

Within moments he felt her lift him easily over her shoulder and carry him through the fields. Someone save me… was his first thought… and then he thought of her. X… Help me, Oh GOD help me! He couldn’t help be want to shed tears now… but he couldn’t… however when he thought about it, he wondered if the three people in his life he had killed, and truly known he was killing, felt like this when he was atop them… or if they were in too much shock. All he knew… he was scared and paralyzed.

[X]

X was far away from the world of the Xavier Academy before anyone would ever find her. When she needed to she sank into the shadows that life had to offer, she was a great chameleon like that. She could blend in anywhere, and when she didn't want to be found well, it made it twice as hard. She didn't go towards the city, no she went towards the jungle of a forest not far from the Academy itself. So many things were running through her head. She didn't mean to hurt Jamie, she didn't even know him, and just the thought and look on his face when she had her claws in him and after reminded her so much of someone else who she took by surprize. Someone she had come to care about a great deal even if she never gave any hint that she did, Sarah.

She missed her so much, missed her story. She wished she could hear her read the words of Pinnoccio again and to give X hope. Sarah was someone she never told anyone about, not even Weapon X. She was her own little sad secret.

She moved through the trees with tremendous ease. Her idea of life beyond was going to escape, back to that place before Weapon X contacted her, or well Logan as he liked to be called. Back to San Francisco where she could be slightly safer and less obviously known. She tried, she did, but some things just never work out. But somethings also have a odd way to. Sudden she stopped, her form froze in mid stride. Every hair on the back of her neck raising and causing her claws to slink from their kept place. Someone was here with her. Her eyes scanned the area quickly and with much training, each movement she caught, each scent she took in. This presence it felt familiar, it felt like someone she knew if only for a brief moment. But no one was there. Not one person. "Jamie.." she whispered suddenly her eyes focusing on a area near just a bit more. "I am sorry.." was her soft words before a scent caught her attention. Kevins.

Raising her head suddenly to the air she allowed the breeze to give her scenes fully in. He was coming after her, but why? Why did he not just leave her alone, let her go. Why did he care so much to help her? It was odd to her really. He was like a broken toy, and instead of fixing himself was trying to fix her instead. But something in the smell also deep rooted itself in her mind, in everything she was. There was a scent all to familiar, of blood. Kevin was hurt. X had a choice now, to continue on and disappear or to go back and try to find him. Try to see if she hurt him to by accident or if he had blood on him as well. What one to choose...

She chose the latter of the two. She turned around and went on her way, putting all her skills to the test. She would find him, track him down, like a predator to her prey and she was damned good at it.

[Black Widow]

Creating a web around her boy toy, she eyed him a bit. He would be a challenge, something that made her grin slightly as she quickly attached him to her belt. Instead of grabbing him, she would drag him behind her on the ground. No way would she break a nail or anything of the sort.

Grumbling to herself her eyes suddenly went skyward, head cocked to the right. The treetops looked like a grand area for her to snuggle up with her new play toy. Eyes turned down to him as his eyes were the only thing to move. A random blink and the look of fear were the only thing she could see. “Ahh I love it when you bat your lashes at me pretty boy…” she hissed towards him softly.

Fingertips grasped the tree before her, within minutes she was climbing with him trailing behind her, bumping against the tree here and there. “Oh will you stop swinging, it’s getting on my nerves!” Her voice yelled out before she sat upon a fat treebranch and pulled him up.

His eyes blinked and she giggled. “Yer sucha cutie.” Pinching his cheek she felt his skin eat away at the webbing on her fingertips. “Ohh got bite left in ya don’t you…” Winking slightly she turned quickly and began to make her nest within the treetop.

[X]

She could hear voices in the distance. Or well once voice but she couldn't make out any of the words. It sounded feminine as well. She heard footsteps so far away as well as the dragging of something large. Maybe a deer or wolf or something else. Maybe even a body? She followed these voices, they were the same way the scent carried her.

She noticed the area on the path that suddenly showed. A sign that someone had passed here, twigs out of a place and not natural, a deep mark in the ground as if something was dragged somewhere. To a normal person they would never have caught this, but she wasn't someone normal. She had amazing tracking skills, like an animal. And when it came down to it she had to thank the Weapon X project team for one thing, they trained her well.

She came to a scattle of trees. Here the scent stopped, as did the marks upon the ground. Something was screaming at her, telling her something wasn't right. That Kevin was in trouble, that something evil was out here and it wasn't her for once. Something was out there, watching her. All her senses were on alert, that gave her the biggest clues. Her head rose a bit more, all her attentions around her at everything. Everything had disappeared, like something just disappeared. But his scent, Kevin's it was strong. it was near, something very off about it to, not right not usual. The scent it grew in the air, became taller like he vanished into thin air. Her eyes glanced up to the tree tops above for only a second before they came to search around the area again. Where did he hide? This was not funny, not time to play. "Kevin..." her voice rose gently from her lips, so cautious, so monotoned. "Kevin! Where are you." a bit more frantic now. She had to find him.

[Wither]

He was fading in and out of consciousness. Randomly he would hear her say something, but his attention span died long ago. However, his eyes would blink everytime she would touch him. The woman made him more than uncomfortable, that was for sure… but her touch made his blood boil, and whenever she touched him, the smell of decay filled the air.

“Yer sucha cutie!” She squealed before trying to pinch his cheek. “Ohh got bite left in ya don’t you…” Her fingers met his skin for a mere moment before decay filled the air. However, she pulled back and left him alone on the branch, the webbing material that covered him flowing from her fingertips.

Trying to grumble a soft whimpering came out. His lashes batted as he tried to get his body back to normal… however, he couldn’t do it, he just felt helpless. Then he heard her call his name, his eyes going wide. NO X LEAVE!! I TAKE IT BACK!! God, why did he have to wish her to come.

Whimper after forced whimper came… until he finally forced his answer to come out. “X!” The blonde woman in the tree turned quickly, she had been eyeing X for a good few minutes now, and then when his voice rang out, although with how weak it was, her body recoiled and she hissed loudly. His green orbs watched the goo drip from her teeth. Eyes widened in horror, he still couldn’t move, his brows knitted as she jumped upon him.

Last thing he knew, she was snarling before her teeth sunk into his neck once more… suddenly darkness consumed his eyes-though he still heard it all… The blonde was going to attack X!

[X]

It seems like a lost cause, she was about to move on to continue. Maybe there was some explaination why his scent would just vanish in the air right? She didn't think Kevin could fly but she did not know, maybe he could and maybe he changed his mind and was leaving her alone. Or bringing her on a wild goose chase. Whatever it was she turned very slowly and took a step forward. But within a second she stopped in mid stride again.

Something above, something in the trees was making noise. Did he climb up there? Was he enjoying some view or whatever, X wasn't sure all to well.But the noise it didn't sound normal for him at all, if it was him. It was some sort of whimpering sound. And why would he cause every hair on her neck to rise, every caution to kick in, all she was trained for to come to the surface. Well, almost all of it, he had yet to see the full extent of their warping. There was suddenly another scent, something that made her nose twinge a bit. Then the branches above made very soft noises. She listened in silence.

She just stood and took it all in before there was a yell, "X!" It was Kevin's she was sure of it. And as soon as she heard it, her head snapped up to peer into the trees. He was up there and something wasn't right. She could tell from his frantic voice. That's when she saw it, him and her. He didn't move, he was tied up or something she wasn't sure but she was hissing at him and leaping on him. She bit him. Did it ever kick in then. The protective side of her being snapped into motion and she lost control, like so many other times. No one harmed her friend.

Her green orbs suddenly faded and changed colours, to a yellow than finally a red. And that was never a good sign. Her claws in her feet came out, ones she didn't use as often as she should and suddenly all six were digging into the bark. Deep into the wooden trunk of the tree. All her predatory nature was surfacing and as quick as she usual moved in this mode, which meant faster than anyone else she was moving up the tree. Like a mountain climber up his hill, she grazed by the branches until coming adjunctive with the branches they were on.

The woman was pulling back off Kevin, her teeth leaving his face and she turned to hiss at X which only made X growl gently. And then she pressed from the branch, leaping into mid air. Not caring that she didn't have anywhere safe to land should she not make it. She leapt right towards the woman, claws out, trying to push her from Kevin, to get her away from him. But she never let out words, only deep growls.

[Black Widow]

Silver webbing exited her fingertips…. The web was nearly complete. After so many years of doing this, she was such an expert that she was able to do this on a quick basis. She loved it, her home was always oh so comfortable too when she made her nest…. However, this time she was sidetracked by the little paralyzed devil. “Stop making that noise, it’s givin momma a heada-.“

“X!” the voice was weak, but she was sure to him it sounded like a full on yell. Her eyes narrowed as she turned quickly, jumping upon his body and hissing. Fangs showed with every hiss, and nose crinkled. She was not a happy camper.

Bending down towards his neck, her fangs punctured the beautiful skin once more, the green poison entering his system once more. His whimpering stopped, his body tried but ultimately stopped moving. “Now wasn’t that just easy? All I did was ask you to be quiet.” Her body pulled back from his, her green eyes looking to his that quickly clouded over. A smirk hit her features, he was now blind.

Eyeing him came to a quick halt as her nose began to twitch. Someone else was here? Who? Slowly she turned, but all she could see was a black form jumping towards her with amazing speed and silver… claws. NO!

Jumping back, the body of the girl just barely missed her, however, her claws didn’t. As Allura fell back into the trees, she eyed the dark haired girl and sneered. Hands sprung forward and her webbing came out… attaching to the tree branch and letting her swing back towards the tree.

As she landed, her hands moved back towards her skin, feeling the sticky green goo that would be her blood. “Bitch!” her voice rang out as she began to climb back up the tree towards her new playtoy and his friend, however she pointed towards the tree next to her and took off towards it, the webbing grabbing tightly to the tree branches.

[X]

She made contact. Or well at least her claws did. Even if only slightly it was still enough she would think. The woman was down somewhere below. X listened for her, the soft words that came with distance echoed from down below as well. Hitting trees and reverberating towards her ears. Her eyes they wouldn't turn back she was angry now,. angry as she always was but this was beyond it. This was someone attacking someone she considered a friend, this was someone threatening her.

A sniff to the air and a twist on her feet. She listened but also moved. Her senses on red alert, her body coming up to Kevin's immobalized body. She tore at him, tried to rip away the sticky substance that club around his body, or well the clothing. "Wake up" her simple voice came towards Kevin. Trying to get him back to her. She stopped once as she heard something in the tree branches, she knew this woman wasn't about to give up. "stay away from my friend.." she snarled into the air as assertive and threatening as ever.

Seeing no form she snapped back around. She only had a little time and her claws only moved so fast. The bad thing was that the substance she tore at, the substance that bounded him, it was sticky. So much so that she was having a difficult time slicing through withing it clinging to the blades from her knuckles. This was going no where, at least not as fast as she would like. There had to be something else to be done.