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         Red Rain smiles and lifts his sword up and sets it on his shoulder. He smiles confidently. He was surprised that the kid had tried such a direct approach. He was sure that he would try to appear above him or something. It would be easier to take him out quickly, but he was sure the other two Killers were still in the area. He would need to lure them out. He was ready for this fight. He would not be caught off guard like last time.

         Checker rolled his eyes. Of course Smith could fly. Of course. Why not? Looking down at the ground, he pondered his situation. There was a crazy indian guy with a bloody sword hiding out in the woods somewhere, waiting for Checker to step outside. Red Rain had the element of surprise. Checker pondered his own assets. He had two...allies(?) who both disliked Hunters, and Checker had already killed Red Rain once. He could do it again. He unsheathed his hooked knives from inside his sleeves and fingered them. Of course, Red Rain would probably be a little smarter this time. He probably wouldn't want another killer headache. He smiled. Two jokes in one sentence. He sighed, swallowed the rest of his drink, and set it down on a nearby table. He blinked and opened the door, feeling frigid air wash over him. He inhaled deeply, and began walking with a confident gait, heading straight to the forest, openly displaying his knives

         Red Rain walks out into the field, feeling the cool breeze play across the exposed bits of his skin. He takes the bandage off his left arm and flexes it. A smile forms on his face. He was sure it had been the boy at the bridge that had done this to him. Even if it wasn't him he probably saw who it was. He needed to find the kid and question him. He set off, heading towards the bridge and the forest.

         After about two hours, the darkness of the House had repaired Checker enough that he could stand. He chuckled as he watched thick tendrils of darkness leaving him. They had helped him, repaired him, made him whole again. He inhaled through his nose and closed his eyes. Although the place had healed him, he still did not like the feeling the House gave him. He shook his head, opened his eyes and twisted his ring, thinking of the Mortem Pub...That had been his original plan, to go to Mortem's...

         Charlie held the small cross of his necklace in his boney hand. The cross was usually hidden beneath the large black long-sleeved shirt he wore today. But when he was in church he didn't keep it hidden, instead he held onto it tightly as if it would protect him from any judgement he may receive. Was it odd to feel more uneasy walking into a church? Perhaps it was his own sins that made him feel such discomfort walking onto holy ground.
Charlie didn't expect to find many people in the church today but was surprised to find someone exiting the church just as he was about to enter. He averted his eyes quickly. Not usually one to feel insecure but at the church he was out of his comfort zone despite coming nearly every day to repent.

         Red Rain wanders in through the front door of the arcade, looking around nervously. He knew the place well being a regular. He rubs his right hand as he walks up to one of the machines. My hand still hurts, but at least I can move it. What the hell did he make us fight. He struggles a bit to get out some quarters and slide them in before he starts playing.

         Red Rain wakes with a start. He tries to sit up and regrets it as his head starts to spin, his arm and chest light up with pain, and his hand begins a dull throb. What did they get us into this time? He gets up out of the bed and grabs his stuff. He puts his clothes back on as quickly as possible. This is why we shouldn't be a Hunter. He walks out of the room and heads out of the hospital.

         As the tall figure disappears into the forest Emery pokes his head out from behind the tree he was using to hide. He glances around not noticing anyone else. He creeps forward to the dead hunter. He goes to grab the sword, but it burns him. I don't want to take him without his sword. He thinks for a few seconds then grabs the man's arm and used his hand to grab it. He puts it back into the sheath. He hooks his arms under the man's shoulders and starts to drag him away.

         "No." He pulls out a bloodstained wallet. He opens it and begins looking through it's contents. "Let's see...ah good. He had enough to cover my drink. What a good man...Pity..." He sets sets down a few bills and stuffs the wallet back in his pocket. He then stands and heads out the door.