Demonic Deviation (FNF Demon Apocalypse AU)

13 ~ Blood and Bullets

Shivers shook his body, causing him to freeze like a deer stuck in headlights. His mouth was covered, and his hands were held behind his back. There was more than one person, as he could hear laughter all around him. One teen held a phone sideways in a selfie position, recording the incident with their tongue sticking out and forming a peace sign with their fingers.

"Fuckin' ugly things in our part of the city, always lookin' scarier than they really are!" The dude holding his hands barked, squeezing Blu's lips with painted, overgrown fingernails.

"Some nerve, diving right into the water while we're out and about." A girl to the left of him chortled, her high-pitched laugh banging his eardrums.

Blu was unable to open his mouth to bite the hand covering it and instinctively resorted to threatening growls. A deep snarl rumbled his throat, hoping to at least intimidate his attackers enough to loosen their grip on him, but he was silenced with a mighty punch in the abdomen, causing him to squeak with pain.

"Dumb imp thinks he's the shit!" The girl giggled, cracking her knuckles. "Look at him, he ain't tough, he's a mix of a bunch of prey animals! A deer, ram, bat... hey, what's that tail from? A kitty cat? A weasel?" She touched his tail, triggering a reflex and promptly smacking the lady in the face. She screeched and fell on her ass. Blu grinned for a moment before a new guy slugged the left side of his face. Blu felt something pop as he doubled over.

"Dumb bitch, watch where you swing that thing, freak!" A man yelled, smacking him again in the face. The scent of expensive drugs and perfume wafted into Blu's bleeding nose. The black blood of a demon waterfalled from his nostrils. He was able to see some of the people surrounding him. They were all humans dressed with lavish apparel. Young rich teens, nearly his age, looking to have fun tormenting demons on the beach. There were about four of them in his line of sight, not including the ones holding him from behind.

These guys must have Lynn somewhere! The thought of these jerks laying a single nasty finger on the innocent fish demon pissed him off. He did not want to see Lynn facing the same abuse that he was. Fury raced through his veins as he lashed out, struggling to free himself from the rich kid's hold.

The grip on Blu's mouth faltered, and he took the opportunity to bite down, ensnaring somebody's pointer finger with his sharp teeth. He expected some kind of tug-of-war, but with a deafening scream and the disgusting sound of ripping flesh, he was free.

He darted outside the group that previously circled him and was now wide eyed and staring at their buddy with horror. Blu felt the unmistakable flavor of human blood pool on his tongue, leaking from a solid object stuck on his fangs.

The screaming teen was on the ground, hysterically screeching at the sight of a white bone poking out from torn muscle from where his finger previously was. His buddies all turned to gawk at Blu, who was watching the scene unfold with narrowed red eyes.

Blue tried to ask the kids where they were holding Lynn, but the object stuck on his fangs prevented him from opening his jaw. He crunched down on whatever it was and made a terrible CRACK! SNAP! POP! Something warm tricked down his chin. About two of the rich kids nearly fainted.

"Y- you MONSTER!" The girl cried, pulling out a silver pistol from beneath her white leather jacket. More of the teens pointed guns in his direction. It took every fiber of his being to stay still, suppressing the unbearable fear that pumped adrenaline into his veins.

Of course they have firearms. He thought, spitting out whatever he was chewing, afraid to look at it despite knowing exactly what it was. The girl was the first to open fire. Blu managed to dodge her bullet, his body screaming at him to fly away or dive into the water, but he couldn't, not without Lynn.