Dark Bridge

Red Rain tried to raise his hands to defend himself. The knifes still sunk into his skull. He twitched violently, then became still.

Checker pulled his knives out of the man's head, and watched him fall to the floor. He blinked and coughed again, and he felt blood welling up in his throat. He was choking on his own blood. He fell to his hands and knees and cried out in pain. The man had broken something, and it was killing him. He drew a ragged breath, and tried to focus on teleporting out of there...Resurrection House. He needed to get to the Resurrection House. He conjured up an image, but the pain was too overwhelming to think. He coughed, and blood began trickling out of his mouth. His arms and legs gave out, and he collapsed, next to the dead man. He was weak. He was done. He needed help...

Mr. Smith wanders out of the darkness. He looks down at the two men. "Some fight." He reaches out for the sword, but recoils when it burns his fingers. He smirks. "Interesting..." He grabs the man with the knives and puts him over his shoulder. "Let's go." He stoops to grab the knives then turns and walks off into the forest.

Checker barely heard the man. He felt himself being lifted and then...pain...everywhere...His eyes fluttered open just in time to see a dark figure in a dress...watching him from a tree...before a blinding red crept over his vision and he fell limp.

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.