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"GET HIM!" He was trying to run. But they caught him, held him too tightly, lifted him off his feet, handled him too roughly. He could feel the hand they clamped over his mouth as they brought him to a dark room. A face, familiar, stared at him as they shut the door. And a needle slid into his arm, banishing him back to the darkness.
Matt bolted upright- or at least, as much as he could before his body exploded in pain. He fell back against the covers, wincing and biting his lip trying not to groan. Two weeks had passed since he'd woken up, barely able to move and in excruciating pain. And, apparently, he'd been unconscious for a week and a half before that. The worst of his wounds and internal injuries had healed up, and he was allowed to put weight on his badly sprained ankle again, but he was still covered in bruising, and one of his ribs was still healing up. He considered standing up, but reconsidered. He doubted his ability to stand unsupported without pain meds.
Apparently, he was in Angel territory. He was pretty sure that he had been attacked by Ghosts, not Angels, but he was still confused as to what happened. He couldn't remember why he'd been attacked- or even who had attacked him. He desperately tried to smother a yawn, but failed, and winced as his ribs ached. He definitely wasn't standing until he got some painkillers.
Almost as if somebody had heard his thoughts, someone walked in. He looked up and grinned a little as he saw it was Marcus. Marcus wasn't a trained doctor, but was still helping out with patching Matt up. Marcus was the closest thing to a living teddy bear Matt had ever seen.
"Please tell me you have some painkillers."
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"Fucking demons." Lee muttered to herself, her knife in one hand. She'd spent the past twelve hours hunting demons, and was supposed to be going home. But she'd spotted a rogue demon, and was obliged to deal with it. Lee was tired and grouchy. She shoved her hair out of her face with her free hand. She knew these streets like the back of her hand, but unfortunately, had lost the demon a few minutes ago, and was now trying to find it again. She knew that she was close enough to the Ghost border, and was tempted to go home and let them deal with it. But then again, she didn't want to start a war when twelve of them died or something. She rolled her eyes, zipping up her leather jacket as she moved. She needed to get a warmer jacket, as well as thicker jeans or something. Her black skinny jeans looked amazing with her motorcycle boots, but at two AM, they didn't provide adequate protection. Hell, right now, at nine in the morning, they were letting a tad too much cold in. Or that might have just been the tear in them she'd picked up in an earlier fight.
She spotted something down an alley, heading back towards the Angel territory. She rolled her eyes and broke into a sprint. However, when she reached the alley, it wasn't a demon she was met with. It was two people. One of them could pass for an Angel- he didn't have any visible tattoos. The other, however, had a Roman numeral on her neck.
Lee narrowed her eyes, a fistful of flames appearing in her free hand. "This is Angel territory. I could kill you on sight." She snarled. However, before any of them could say anything else, Lee noticed something charging towards them. A huge dog, appearing to be made of shadows. Her eyes widened, and she shoved her way through the Ghosts and flung her knife at the dog. It passed straight through it, and the shadows disappeared. Her knife clattered to the ground, and she stooped to pick it up. Once again, she turned to face the outsiders.
"Talk, before you get the same treatment as the demon." She growled.
Matt bolted upright- or at least, as much as he could before his body exploded in pain. He fell back against the covers, wincing and biting his lip trying not to groan. Two weeks had passed since he'd woken up, barely able to move and in excruciating pain. And, apparently, he'd been unconscious for a week and a half before that. The worst of his wounds and internal injuries had healed up, and he was allowed to put weight on his badly sprained ankle again, but he was still covered in bruising, and one of his ribs was still healing up. He considered standing up, but reconsidered. He doubted his ability to stand unsupported without pain meds.
Apparently, he was in Angel territory. He was pretty sure that he had been attacked by Ghosts, not Angels, but he was still confused as to what happened. He couldn't remember why he'd been attacked- or even who had attacked him. He desperately tried to smother a yawn, but failed, and winced as his ribs ached. He definitely wasn't standing until he got some painkillers.
Almost as if somebody had heard his thoughts, someone walked in. He looked up and grinned a little as he saw it was Marcus. Marcus wasn't a trained doctor, but was still helping out with patching Matt up. Marcus was the closest thing to a living teddy bear Matt had ever seen.
"Please tell me you have some painkillers."
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"Fucking demons." Lee muttered to herself, her knife in one hand. She'd spent the past twelve hours hunting demons, and was supposed to be going home. But she'd spotted a rogue demon, and was obliged to deal with it. Lee was tired and grouchy. She shoved her hair out of her face with her free hand. She knew these streets like the back of her hand, but unfortunately, had lost the demon a few minutes ago, and was now trying to find it again. She knew that she was close enough to the Ghost border, and was tempted to go home and let them deal with it. But then again, she didn't want to start a war when twelve of them died or something. She rolled her eyes, zipping up her leather jacket as she moved. She needed to get a warmer jacket, as well as thicker jeans or something. Her black skinny jeans looked amazing with her motorcycle boots, but at two AM, they didn't provide adequate protection. Hell, right now, at nine in the morning, they were letting a tad too much cold in. Or that might have just been the tear in them she'd picked up in an earlier fight.
She spotted something down an alley, heading back towards the Angel territory. She rolled her eyes and broke into a sprint. However, when she reached the alley, it wasn't a demon she was met with. It was two people. One of them could pass for an Angel- he didn't have any visible tattoos. The other, however, had a Roman numeral on her neck.
Lee narrowed her eyes, a fistful of flames appearing in her free hand. "This is Angel territory. I could kill you on sight." She snarled. However, before any of them could say anything else, Lee noticed something charging towards them. A huge dog, appearing to be made of shadows. Her eyes widened, and she shoved her way through the Ghosts and flung her knife at the dog. It passed straight through it, and the shadows disappeared. Her knife clattered to the ground, and she stooped to pick it up. Once again, she turned to face the outsiders.
"Talk, before you get the same treatment as the demon." She growled.