Sorry about that, fellas! Didn't have time to write a full post until now, so let's get started. I hope you guys like it, but I bet this is going to be the point people go "What."
PS I'm also seperating the Angel and Bakstur's speech by red and blue patterns.
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Eric ran to the SUV and climbed into the driver's seat, waiting to start it up as everyone climbed in. He began driving onto the main highway, and moved in between the empty lanes as the sunlight showered down above them, lighting up the road like a Christmas tree.
A sole car ahead of them was driving quickly, the driver looking exactly like their target. Quickly keeping pace with the car, Eric rolled down the window. He shouted
"Pull over immediately and we won't harm you." Eric didn't think going all guns blazing was such a good idea, and since the perp had no weapons apart from his claws, he'd have to ram Eric with his car which didn't work in anything except the movies.
Surely, the guy had to know that it was a really terrible idea to slam your car against another car at high speeds, having to concentrate on both the other car, your car and whatever was ahead?
This guy sure didn't. He tried serving right into Eric's car, but then one of the wheels caught on a concrete barrier and it started skidding all over the place, an out of control, clumsy hunk of metal going at 80MPH."What the hell is he doing? Is he crazy!?"____________________________________________________________
Ambrose, before this, was busy sniffing the tree-shaped air fresher she had taken off the mirror.
The smell of the artificial lavender did not play well with the sticky oil in her nose, and made her feel like she had the worst cold ever.Evidently so. Ambrose stared in horror as
the suspect's car served into position right in front of the SUV, the suited man grinning at the SUV. Was he asking for a horrible death?
Eric barely managed to swerve out of the way, smashing into the car along the way sending it twirling right into a concrete barrier. Now was the problem that the SUV was about to flip over. Through various methods of jumping out of the car using kicks to windows, being very dexitiorous with a handle on a door and just being quick, the team managed to jump out of the car before any serious damage was done.Somehow still alive but holding his arm that looked pretty beat-up, the suspect stared at them beside the wreck of his car.Then tried to run away.
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Bakstur stood up from the wreckage and grinned.
"Where you going, friend?" Bakstur walked toward the fleeing suspect.
"Don't you wanna stay and..."Bakstur laughed,
as the pain would begin.
"Play?" He continued laughing, and then he ran and began to play.When Bakstur was done, the suspect was terrified, covered in blood (His? Bakstur couldn't tell) and the Angel sounded like he was laughing.Well, at least the suspect was disabled... His legs didn't look like they'd be moving any time soon.
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Kathryn stared in total horror as the demon did his work. When he was done, Kathryn was confused as to how the suspect was still alive and... basically uninjured. She walked over and stared at the suspect, then at Bakstur.
"Well, then..." Bakstur casually tried to break the ice.
Kathryn only had this feeling at the funerals of kidnapped children. A complete blank on what to say.
Maybe she'd think of something in the next twenty seconds, cos she was probably going to punch him if not in anger, then horror.
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