The Dark Games

The Hunt Begins

Surprise Surprise a sudden English title in the series of non-English ones bwuaha xD (pls ignore this random human who types whatever she thinks pfft) First off DAMN thank you all SO MUCH like fjbajbgaln I didn’t know if anyone was still reading cuz I update so less and all but once I saw all of your comments, here I am again xD *Heartz* It pulled my lazy bum out of my rewatching-inazuma-eleven phase (hey, don't blame me it's sem break hehe :P) and put me right into writing again :33 all your comments mean so much to me x33 Anyways, let’s go!~

“Hunting is not a sport. In a sport, both sides know they’re in a game,” –Paul Rodriguez

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“What do you mean what are we doing here? You think we want to be stuck here like idiots and get slaughtered by one another?!”

All the creatures in the room stared at the seemingly human boy intently. Why the heck would there be a kid in the first place anyway?!

“Calm yourself. It is merely a fake. I feel no life force from it,” the angel in white from before spoke.

“Or it could be a ghost? Do ghosts have any life forces?” Dellic muttered to himself as he crossed his robotic hands. The vampire beside him rolled its eyes. What a weirdo.

“A hologram, maybe?” the nearest elf pondered as he tried touching the boy. Said boy merely glitched as its hand passed through him, as if nothing had happened.

“Or maybe he’s the soul we’re supposed to reap in the prophecy thing?” the masked boy— the Doppelgänger (Alright, let’s call him Henri) suggested. “Because I’m itching for some humans right now kufufufu especially that one with the brown hair who went up against Zanxus-”

Almost immediately, a glint of silver passed through the room and landed itself right in the boy’s blank mask, earning a shriek of pain. A silver hilted bayonet had lodged itself square into the middle of the mask. When he pulled the bayonet out, black ooze spurted from it in thick rivulets as he gripped at the whole that had been literally carved into his face.

“Shhh…” the whole roomed turned to see Fubuki hold his index finger to his lips, his bangs hiding his eyes from view. “I wouldn’t say that aloud if I were you,”

They had seen many sides of Ice Boy—his ruthlessness when he took down his opponents, his ire when someone does something stupid enough to piss him off and his cruelty when he hacks of the head of those who bothered to try to attack him in the middle of the night. But they havenever seen Ice Boy give off such bloodlust in the form of a smile. He was famed to be harsh and cold. Like Ice. Therefore, there was nothing that could throw them off more than seeing the leader of the human representative give of something as harmless as a smile. There was only one thing in their minds when they saw such a scary expression.

Oh, he was pissed alright.

Henri could only whimper cowardly as he began his self-regeneration. Masks were the most frail parts of Doppelgängers, after all. Damaging the mask they wear is equivalent to tearing off the fangs of a vampire. They had to be extra careful as shattering the mask would cause them to cease existing. Fubuki mentally scoffed. He was pretty sure he had put enough in the throw to shatter it. Maybe he was still a tad bit whoozy from all that loss of blood.

 “Little boy. Tell us. What are we supposed to do now?” Vladmir questioned, ruby red eyes glinting in the dim lighting.

As if on cue, the child started to weep.

“Look what you did. You made him cry,” the pixie woman snapped as she glared at the leader of the vampires with disapproval. Standing next to the boy, they seemed to be about the same height. Vladmir merely rolled his eyes.