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Old Friends and New Hunters	By : Vivianna-Moonshadow Category: +S to Z > Witch Hunter Robin Views: 1727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Everything Goes To Hell
It happened so fast no one had time to think. The front door was kicked in and men with guns came rushing into the living room where Amon and Kate were. Men in black body armor and gas masks, they looked like something out of a SyFy movie. Kate moaned and growled deep in her throat; she was still planted in Amon’s lap with his cock still deep inside her. The STN Agents pointed their guns at her and ordered her to get up; she stood up and the lust she had moments before for her Father became a blood lust for the men around her. The only thought going through her mind at that moment was “Kill”.
The windows in Robin and Amon’s room were broken into. Robin woke with a shriek and tried to run, but she was still drowsy from sleep. She stumbled and fell as the men shouted for her to stop and aimed their guns. Robin ran into the hall. The hunters were on her tail shooting through the bedroom door. She managed to make it to Dahlia’s room; an Orbo bullet missed her by a hair. The hunters thundered out of the room and down the hall to Kate’s room. Not having seen her go through the door, Robin sent a silent prayer that they didn’t find her. Dahlia’s room had been broken into as well but there was no sign of Robin’s oldest daughter. Panic filled Robin’s heart as she searched the now empty room.
“Dahl? Dahlly are you in here?” Robin whispered into the night. She scanned the room as best she could in the dark and saw a faint movement in the closet. She crept over the destroyed room that was normally so well kept by her obsessive compulsive child. She opened the door to the closet and found Dahlia curled up in a ball crying. She was so over whelmed that her daughter was ok that she didn’t hear the men coming down the hall till it was too late; a bullet hit her side as she turned to face her attackers. Robin tried to use her craft to set something on fire as a distraction, but these orbo bullets were stronger; they had already subdued her craft leaving her defenseless. She managed to sizzle a hunter’s suit as her vision started to black and pain ripped into her side.
Dahlia screamed and tried to curl up smaller as her mother collapsed in front of her. The hunter came to the closet and she screamed again. “Please, don’t shoot me, I won’t fight. I’ll go with you, just please don’t shoot me,” She held her hands up in surrender. She was too scared and didn’t want to fight. The hunter in front of her kicked Robin out of the way and Dahlia whimpered and tried to reach for her mother. As she called to Robin an agent hit her in the head with the butt of his gun and knocked her to the floor. Dahlia heard him laugh as she lost consciousness.
Dominic gasped, he didn’t think they would come in like this, and there had been no warning; no sign that they were being hunted. Amon had taught them all about the hunts in Japan and had taught them to look out for signs of a hunt: people following you, strangers asking questions. None of that had happened; everything had been normal. Why had this happened? As the window was blown out, Sara used her telekinesis to throw the shards of glass back at the men trying to come through the window. Dominic ran with Sara in his arms out their bedroom door down the hall to the living room where Kate and Amon were already fighting off the intruders. He could hear people upstairs and he hoped that Dahlia and his mother were ok. Dominic shifted Sara till she was on his back between his wings so that he could help fight and still keep her safe, and then jumped into the fight. Sara was throwing men out of windows and doors with her telekinesis and telling Dominic the direction the next attack was coming in her visions. Dominic picked up the first person he could, a random hunter that was aiming his gun at Amon and ripped his claws into the man’s neck almost taking it off. The next man fell to Dominic’s razor sharp teeth. He liked fighting because he didn’t have to hold back, but he was worried about Sara. He needed to get her out.
Kate had shifted into a lioness, and Amon was a very large wolf. Kate’s vision was all red, she couldn’t tell if it was from her anger at being interrupted in the middle of a really great session of sex or if it was the blood from the men’s throats staining her eyes. Kate was having more fun than she had had in a long time. Killing was her favorite past time; whether it be hunting in the woods or tearing apart people that were trying to hurt her family, killing was killing and it was getting her hot. She stopped for a moment to look at her Father and let out a nerve racking roar. Amon howled his response; he was enjoying this too. Kate huffed and jumped a man standing in front of what use to be the sliding glass doors to the back yard, planning to take the fight out there so she had more room to play with these fine toys. Amon followed in suit as did Dominic. More Hunters were waiting out there, and luck began to run out.
Kate had been very lucky to avoid being hit by the orbo bullets, but finally got shot in her left side by a sniper who was watching from behind the privacy fence. She let out a groan of pain and began to shift back into herself, but it didn’t stop her. She let out a low growl and glared around the yard looking for her shooter, but first she needed to take out the one next to her. Naked in all her glory she turned to the hunter beside her who was simply stunned that she was still standing, and she gave him a punch to the face that broke his neck. “I don’t need my Craft to kill you all,” she screamed at the top of her lungs, sending fear into the hearts of the hunters around her who let out a barrage of bullets. They hit her in each leg, each arm, her chest and her stomach and she kept coming at them. Most got frightened and ran away; the ones that stayed died horrid deaths.
Amon was amazed, he had gotten so caught up watching his daughter fight tooth and nail for her freedom that he wasn’t paying much attention to the hunter pinned beneath him; the brave bastard had grabbed his gun and shot Amon in the stomach. Amon was surprised that they were still being trained not to kill. That would probably change after this hunt. If he had been leading this hunt at this point it would have been shoot to kill. Maybe the shot to his stomach was the hunter’s personal choice. He was silently thankful for that. He shifted back and collapsed on the young hunter and everything went black.
Dominic was fighting harder than ever before, he had never seen this much blood and there had never been this much on his hands. It was unnerving. Sara was using her craft to keep the bullets from hitting him, but it was wearing her down. The orbo was draining her. He knew she wouldn’t last much longer; he had to get her out. He pulled her off his back, into his arms and used his large membranous wings to lift off into the air. In one last surge of Craft Sara’s eyes glowed white and she let out a brain piercing scream. Several STL vans and cars lifted from the ground and crumpled like tin cans as did many of the hunters who let out screams of pain and terror as the life was squeezed out of them. From the sky he could see his mother and oldest sister being loaded into the back of a van, his mother was on a stretcher; he could see his father being taken out on one as well, he could see Kate bloody and fighting still; he knew she would fight to her death. And he could see as well that the hunters were numberless and the STN vans stretched on for a few blocks. They knew there would be a fight and they probably had every hunter in Italy there to take them in.
Sara tried to stay awake, tried to keep Dominic safe, but she was fading. A stray bullet had hit her in the back and her craft was not working the way she wanted, her shields around her brother were falling and she was fading too fast to tell him. One last vision hit her before she fainted. “Dominic, behind you,” was all she could manage. Dominic turned just in time to see two large harpoons coming at him. With no time to react he tried to go into a dive, but the first one pierced his right wing sending pain through him he had never experienced. He hung suspended in the air, stunned, before the next one hit him and he fell. The ground was coming at him fast; he had just enough time to turn himself in midair so that Sara was facing the sky before he hit the ground with an earthquake like thud. He could feel the bones in his back and wings snapping and shattering, he hoped that Sara was ok, but he was in too much pain to check on her. He was struggling for every breath but he could feel the bones trying to heal, trying to set themselves.
Hunters crowded the crater that Dominic’s fall had created. While they were in awe to see that young man stand up still cradling his sister, they all took aim and shot, watching the hunt come to an end. A team of hunters was trying to heard the shifter girl into the back of a van. She was bound in chains, shot and still trying to escape, apparently she was claustrophobic because when they got her near the cage in back of the van she thrashed and bucked and tried to get away again. Most of the hunters laughed and grabbed her naked frame, which distracted her enough to get her closer to the doors. But the senior hunter had had enough of this filthy family. He came up to the shifter and hit her in the head with his gun. She fell to her knees, but used the position to leap up and head butt the hunter in the nose effectively breaking it. She laughed behind the gag they had put on her and spit it out. “You stupid fuck! You think hitting me on the head is going to take me out?” He grabbed his face and howled in pain. He stood tall and pointed the gun at her forehead. “Go ahead, I would rather die than get in that piece of shit van,” She told him and pressed her head against the barrel. He lowered the gun and grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her into the van and locked it quick, oblivious to her screams.
“I really would have, my dear, but my orders are to bring you in alive,” He said to the back of the van, and was knocked to the ground by her kicking a dent in the door hitting him in the rear. They heard her laugh again from inside. “Take them away and lock them up tight. And give that laughing cunt a sedative. I want her good and out by the time we get to HQ.” The orders were given and carried out. The last of the witches were loaded up. The freak and the seer had to be put in the same cage because even unconscious he was still holding onto her for dear life. The senior hunter didn’t know why his superiors wanted these filthy things left alive, but he would follow orders. However, he definitely planed on having some fun with the now unconscious shifter. She would be beaten within an inch of her life, but as promised she would be alive.
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