Burn Amongst Humanity [D. Hale ]

|LII|

"More Bad Than Good"
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||Calavera Hideout,

August 23rd||

"Why are you two looking at me like this is my fault?" Peter asked as Tye growled loudly at him. Derek was shaking his head and Peter's two nephews were in complete agreement on one thing.

"Because it is your fault." Derek retorted quietly and Tye grunted in pain, as the three of them were being electrocuted.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Peter admitted and if Tye didn't have Derek in between him and Peter, their uncle would be struggling to kick his healing into the high gear.

"Oh, really?" Tye asked sarcastically and the three of them were shouting in pain, as Tye roared in pain.

- August 24th -

"You see this equipment? It is very old. The settings, they are not quite so accurate anymore. So it's hard to tell, just how far to turn the dial." The hunter said and Tye was gritting his teeth together, as he did his best to keep the pain inside.

"I think it's a little high." Peter remarked and Tye didn't have any time at all, just to tell his uncle to shove his words back up his ass, before the hunter turned the dial farther up, as Tye roared in pain.

"I have seen some even crack their teeth. Others, they just shake... and shake, until even after their hearts stop. Sometimes we don't even know if they are dead." The hunter turned the dial down as Tye slumped back against the fence. "Most of the ones who continued to shake after death, were around the size of this one." He had a knife in his hand and he was pointing it at Tye, who had heavier breathing than the others just because he was not as big. "But nobody wants to play a guessing game." The hunter said as he walked toward Tye with the knife as Tye was raising his head fearlessly as he stared at the hunter. "So, why don't you just tell us? Where is la loba?" He asked.

"Tye..." Tye looked at Derek and his brother fell silent, recognizing a good situation that said Tye could hold his own. But unfortunately, Peter did not get the memo.

"We don't know where la loba is. We are no absolutely use to you." Tye said as he was staring at the hunter, who chuckled at the words.

"No? Maybe you need a different method of persuasion? Maybe we cut the littlest one in half, one of the others talk?" The hunter said and at the words, Derek snarled sharply and he chuckled. "Fiercely protective of the small ones, brothers, perhaps?"

"Go fuck yourself." Tye spat and the hunter laughed at the words and Tye looked fearlessly at him and any fear that could have possibly been, in his eyes, it was instantly replaced by his anger, at being consistently referred to as "the little one" amongst them all here.

"I would love to be there for volunteering, but we really don't know what you're talking about at the moment. And honestly, isn't bisecting people with a broad sword kind of medieval?"

"Peter..." Tye muttered.

"Broad sword? We are not some savages like the Gerard Argent." The hunter looked over at his fellow hunters as they brought out a chainsaw and at the sight of it, both Tye and Derek were glaring at Peter.

"I hate you." Tye said and Derek looked over at him. "Not you." Tye said under his breath and the man with the chainsaw was coming and getting ever closer to him and Tye's eyes flashed and he fell silent.