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        Werewolves were far from uncommon in Northern States, such as Minnesota the Dakota’s and Montana-- places with lots of trees and wildlife were where they could hide the full moon of each month, and deaths if accidentally caused by a werewolf during that time, can be blamed on an actual animal.  So of course, since the boy and his brother stuck to the Northern States so their attacks too could be covered up as an animal attack, they had run into werewolves and become aware of how to spot one.       There were subtle differences from werewolf and human, though the bitten ones were easier to tell apart from humans than born werewolves who were raised from birth to blend in.  It had been hard to identify the man behind him without looking, but not that hard.  After all, it wasn’t as if he was blind and deaf to the ‘animal’ attacks that have occurred in the town for the past three years.  That and the Ghoul could practically smell the scent of death, ash as well as unresolved sorrow and guilt that lingered upon the man, the feeling of it somewhat overpowering.

         “I like to take walks when it’s dark,” answered the boy actually rather honestly, for he did enjoy the night air that kissed naturally pale skin, that at a moments notice could change to as white as a sheet if he wished to show the Ghoul he really was-- rather than blend in.  “It’s a family trait.” Actually it was their species trait, to wander the dark, to be found in graveyards just lurking-- it was just their nature to be welcomed by all things that inflict fear into the souls of many.  

        𝓣he wolf hadn’t expected anyone to cross his path tonight — it was late, the moon high and bright and giving of a hazy glow. Usually, the woods around Beacon Hills were a quiet place, a location where people didn’t wander ever since the murders had taken place and too many went missing only to wind up dead days afterwards. Needless to say, the presence of the kid surprised him — though he was choosing the option of stepping out of the shrubbery rather than pretending he hadn’t been discovered yet. Oddly enough, the lad seemed to know what he was without so much as taking a second glance. How the hell could he pick up on it so quickly—?

     𝓑ut the part that struck him most vividly was the scent of dried blood.

     ❝—𝓢houldn’t you be in bed?❞

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                                                           Should Run

           Graveyards were a place of peace, not just of death.  And most certainly not of fear.  A graveyard is the resting place for the body, and the first thing the soul sees as it abandons its earthly form.  It is also symbolic for the journey and safe keeping of the dead, a place for the dead’s family to remember them, to speak to them.  Where fear came from, Sam didn’t know.  He felt no fear as he wandered around the graveyard overgrown with vines and trees, crumbling headstones and rusted spiked fences surrounding them.  He walked almost like a ghost, silent and unseen, fingers running along the tops of granite stones, of wood crosses rotting and decaying.  The bodies here were untouched by the likes of a Ghoul such as Sam, and he silently agreed to keep it this way.  For despite the wishes of Sam’s elder brother, Liam.  There was a light, a small spark in a dark heart that was meant to be evil and cold-- but which was not.

             That flicker in his heart, that was nearly drowned out by the darkness in which a monster that was said to be created of pure evil and mercilessness, was the only reason he reacted as calmly as he did to those who approached him.  Dead blue eyes looked upward from a gravestone in the shape of a cross, brown vines with little red leaves twisting and wrapping around the base of it.  “Hello.” Greeted the ghoul softly, eyes drifting away from they who approached, as he came to kneel down in front of the cross, and run his fingertips over the faded etchings of a name that all he could see said Esther.  A woman, with a last name that started with an S, but was too faded and worn to be read from there.  

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The Tour || The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

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Katniss’ Theme, James Newton Howard

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  "I eat fucking bodies, retain their memories and can transform into the most recent meal if I so fucking pleased.  And you're surprised I can devour a soul?" He fed off of flesh and blood, of souls and death-- it was what Ghoul's were.  The things that really scared little kids, because in Arabia, children were a delicacy to the ancient ones that looked like fuckin' dementors from those Harry Potter movies.  "Y'know, you really shouldn't have said that-- because now I won't take it.  But if you touch me.  I can make sure you stay here forever-- watching your little flower ignore you for the rest of your fucking existence." She was an okay girl Violet was, he had nothing against her.  Tate maybe, but he was generally as unkind and rather dark as he was to Tate at this moment to everyone. 

  "Wait, you can consume my soul?" mouth falling open slightly, he stepped forward. "Be my guest. It’d be better than staying here forever. This is probably wrong to say, but I’d rather be in eternal darkness than be trapped behind these walls, thinking about what I’ve done forever. So, if you’re looking for a soul to take, I’ll give mine up, asshole." 

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                              should run...

        Picking at the dried blood under his finger nails, the Ghoul continued walking down the rather quiet streets of a small yet dangerous little town in California.  Where death was happening, Ghoul's were rather soon to follow.  After all, if he didn't have to kill and something else would for him-- then sign the kid up, he wasn't as much of a fighter as his older brother was.

          He heard the wolf who thought he was silent in the woods off to the side of the road before he could see the man.  Sam had stopped by this point, whistling eerily to himself as he dropped his hands down to his side, and looked over into the darkness swallowing the trees that swayed softly in the breeze.  "Whaddya want, pup?" 

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      "You seem to forget I can consume your soul, I don't need a body, Langdon.  That means no heaven, no hell, no fucking house for you.  Just nothingness.  You wouldn't get anywhere near killing me before you were gone." Smirked the Ghoul dangerously towards the ghost boy.  "Why don't you keep scaring petty little humans, huh?" 

            “It’s like you want to get your neck snapped.”

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    Liam was completely ignoring the other two males, eyes on his younger brother that he was glaring intensely at with something akin to anger and rage as he literally shoved Sam down to the asphalt street.  "I'm not allowing you to get us killed like our parents were, you understand me? Whatever the fuck is going on in your stupid head, Sam.  Is going to stop.  You should've killed these stupid kids.  You know you can-- but you didn't.  You don't think I heard you? You didn't want to kill them.  Why? You're a fucking monster you little shit, killing is what we do and you better get that through your fucking skull." His voice was laced with nothing but venom as he looked to the teen who was propped up by his elbows on the ground.  "Now stay down there like a good little boy, and I'll fuckin' deal with these kids--"

    "Leave them the fuck alone!" Sam shouted, kicking his brother's legs out from where he was on the ground-- his older brother turning into the monstrous thing they really were when he hit the ground.  Something of white pale skin, with no iris or pupil to be seen, cheeks sunken in, and long fingers extending into dangerous clawed hands, as well as fanged teeth.  "You want to protect those two? Remember what happened to Cody? We're gonna have a repeat." Snarled Liam in a voice that sounded utterly demonic, like two voices speaking at once in low pitches, yet coming from one person's mouth.  "Will you two idiots fucking run like I told you to!" He hadn't been threatening the two males when he had told the blond boy to put the spear down.  He just knew what his brother would do if he saw someone other than himself, trying to hurt the younger Ghoul.  Liam would rip them apart, eyes first, tongue second, organs next.  He'd eat it all, and probably take the shape of one of these two boys.  "--and don't you fucking talk about Cody! He was my fucking friend!" Snarled the blond, his cheeks in turn sinking in and eyes becoming white as he tackled his older brother and held him to the ground.  "You killed my best friend! Because he was human?! He was nice to me!" Snarled Sam, punching the other Ghoul across the face before Sam was kicked across the street with surprising force to end up smacking into the curb.  Liam was up by then but not after his brother, he was moving too quickly for the other boys and Sam couldn't get to his brother-- and with the man in a rampage like this, the only person who could stop him was Sam.  But he was incapacitated at the moment, head spinning from impact as well as lack of feeding due to the humanity he had gained from Cody by learning how to be human from him.  "Liam! Laim-- stop!"

  Tibalt smiles at the threat, not bothering with any sort of reaction. He wasn’t afraid of Sam, he just needed to know when it would be ok to cut the man’s head off. “Sorry to hear that, it really was quality television.” Hollister very clearly rolls his eyes, angry that the exchange could be so flagrant between the two. “That’s not going to-…” When the Trigger is thrown, he tries to push the spear forward, unable to hit the mark. The second he’s regained his composure, Tibalt plants his feet into the ground, flinging himself at Hollister with blinding speed. He catches the Trigger as he falls, the both of them disappearing, only to reappear a few feet away, both of them rolling on the ground. “Are you alright?” Tibalt asks, under his breath. Hollister places a hand against his throat, a green light shining just under it. When he removes it, his wound is gone and his voice returned. 

"Do you think we can take them?" The Trigger asks, looking at his associate as he stands. Tibalt shakes his head, not wanting to risk it. "I’m not going to run." He says, very clearly, making sure the two in front of them could hear. "I’ll go Trigger, keep them off of me." Tibalt immediately grabs Hollister’s hand, stopping him from pulling the pin.

"We still don’t know what they can do. If they stop you mid-transformation, you’ll die and I won’t be able to bring you back, do you understand?" Hollister shakes his head, angry but understanding. "Stay behind me, keep your hand on your pin and don’t miss an opportunity to change." His eyes lock on the older males, pupils dilating in their exchange. "Eating people is not something rather high on my list of things to let monsters get away with. If you go home, to wherever you’re from, we won’t chase you, but if you choose to stay…" He looks down at his spear, ready to make a move. "I don’t miss twice."

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     "How about you make me you fuckin' Casper knock-off." Growled the Ghoul in response.

  "Shut the fuck up, Kane." 

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    "Fuck off, Langdon." Snapped the blond over his shoulder.

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  "Great the friggin' power rangers are fuckin' real-- god I hated that show." He had watched television, despite most Ghoul's who kept to secluded areas away from humanity.  Sam was exposed to it early on, when he was easily impressionable, this was his parents mistake-- but they were running out of people to kill and consume in their small town.  And hunters were gathering there with haste.  So his parents had to move themselves, and two children of which were seventeen and eight years old.  A family of monsters, how sweet-- no, it was really not sweet.  Because if a monster has a family, they're likely to be twice as deadly seeing as they have something to fight for.  Something to live for.  

    ".... If you both want to live I suggest you lower the weapon," there for the first time was slight fear in his voice, but not because he was afraid of the male behind him.  But his brother who was never too far behind his little brother.  

   Smirking the brown haired male held an all too evil look in his eyes as he approached the three in their little quarrel.  He said nothing, only grabbed the boy with the spear by the scruff of his neck and flung him like a ragdoll across the street into a phone pole.  "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." Chided the male, "I thought you said you were going to take a walk, not get into a brawl a fight with little kids who don't know shit." The man  spoke with fake kindness as with one large hand he ruffled blond tufts of hair, before the hand grabbed the boy's hair at the back of his head and yanked it back, the young Ghoul releasing the brown eyed boy he'd once held onto, and winced as he looked his brother directly in the eye.  "This-- is how hunters fucking find us little brother, you starting stupid little fights is how we get killed.  You fucking idiot." 

  Hollister reaches up to take Sam’s arm, latching onto it as the fingers dig into his neck. He tries to say something, tries to make a noise but the hand is to tight around his neck. “Let… Go…” The Trigger thinks about how dumb he was for not pulling his pin, how he could’ve transformed and been alright. He wasn’t Hayden, he couldn’t just force himself free, but he wasn’t about to apologize, he’d find a way to help himself. He struggles for a moment, thoughts racing as to what he should do, what he should try. Sam would probably snap his neck before he pulled the pin now. Just as Hollister is ready to apologize, he sees something move behind the boy, someone running quickly down the street.

"Power of Light and Peace!" The next moment, Tibalt, in his Trigger costume stands behind Sam, spear aimed at the boy’s neck. "Drop him." He demands, looking squarely at the back of the ghoul’s neck. "I really don’t want to hurt you, and I know you don’t want to hurt Hollister, so please, let him go." He eyes Hollister, trying to gauge the situation, making sure his teammate was alright. "You want speed, I’ve got it. You want brains, I’ve got them, too. My spear is lined up with your second vertebrae, one wrong move and I’ll sever your connection with this body, and if that’s not enough, another few inches and you’ll have to make it without your head. Drop him."

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    "You think you can exorcise me?" He was actually smiling at that, chuckling softly under his breath.  "This is my body," stated the boy, "I was born this way.  With blond hair and dead eyes, so explain to me how you think you an exorcise something I was born to be in?" The boy's hand in too fast of a flash was latched onto the taller male's throat, blunt nails digging into the flesh of the teenager's warm flesh.  "Now you pissed me off-- that wasn't the right move kid." Snapped the boy, blue eyes burning into brown.  "I already told you I wouldn't kill you and unlike my brother I keep my words, unless you threaten me.  Then you might as well kiss your ass goodbye.  Do you understand?" There was strength behind the fingers digging into the young man's skin, that was drawing blood that coated pale finger tips.

    "Threatening me is unwise on various levels." For he could show kindness, but it could disappear just as fast as it was shown from the blond boy.  "I could snap your pretty little neck before you could do a damn thing to stop me." Canting his head to the side again in an eerily curious and innocent manner, blue eyes watched for a reaction-- ready to strike faster than a snake if the boy felt even the slightest bit threatened.

  Damn. Hollister thinks, unable to keep his composure for bery much longer. He saw right through me. He shifts, uncomfortably, losing his grip on the pin jutting out of his bracelet. If he didn’t either pull the pin, or let it go, he’d have to suffer through a half-transformation, something between human and hero, a dangerous place. The only one of them to do it so far, Graham, let his weapons take over and became a blood-thirsty demon. It took all the other Triggers to stop him, including the introduction of another. He takes a moment to think about the other boy risking his life to help them, sacrificing something important to him in the name of power.

"We’ve exercised ghosts, banished demons. My friend can rip holes in the universe if he tries hard enough." In all fairness, Graham had only done it once, in demon form. The outcome was not pretty. The Trigger breathes a small sigh of relief when Sam admits to not wanting to kill him, something like a weight falling off his shoulders. He keeps his hands behind his back, however, not wanting to appear weak. "I’m not falling for any games, if you want to make this a conversation, step away. If not, I’ll show you how not normal I can get." Hollister could feel his threats fall flat on the floor, his words deflating right in front of his face and his feelings halting halfway between them. It didn’t make him feel good. The others could portray anger or hatred so much better, so much more proficiently, even the peace lover, but he couldn’t. Something about Hollister made him… Non-threatening. "I’m asking you, please, take a step back."