The Hunt

Chapter 2 - 'Flaws'

"Was this part of your plan?" Roco teased, hands tied behind her back and ankles together. They were both resting on their knees in front of a group of masked people, guys and girls almost entirely equal. But by group... she meant three people.

Timber batted an 'are you serious?' eye at her, focusing the other to stay on the masked bunny "Who are you guys?"

"No no. You're the one who's been asked that and I'm still waiting for an answer." The girl said, keeping a strong grip on the shotgun.

Timber had a stare off with the other girl.

"My name is Timber Alpharo, and this is Rocori Louvremont. We just escaped from Arcana State Penitentiary, and were running or hiding from the cops when we arrived here. We used the sewage system — pardon our stench." She spat.

"Your turn." Roco glanced at the other people in the room. "How long were you in prison there for?"

"One week, 2 days." The brunette shrugged carelessly, as if that was a normal time to be in prison for.

"... Kyarra Whitehorse. I've heard both of your names on the news before." Kyarra bowed her head, slowly moving the gun away.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"How old are you, Kyarra?" Roco peered, checking her up and down. She did look young. "I'm 25. I know you're 24," Kya pointed at Timber, "And you're 22." Roco seemed embarrassed about her age. I would be too if I still made poop jokes🤨

"Yes. That is correct."

"Am I now a threat to the police because I have you here?" She actually set down her gun, taking a fancy glass and taking a drink of water. "Unless you have cops sleeping over here then no. You're fine." Timber shot a grin.

"Would you like to join our little crew?" She blatantly gestured to the others in the room. Roco took a glance at her — Kyarra had the equipment, hideout, team, cars, clothes, showers. This was a good offer to take.

"If you're willing to put up with us, sure." Roco chuckled, moving from resting on her knees to her butt, going in criss-cross.

"Very well then." Kya grabbed another glass from wherever and took a bag from the freezer closest to her. Or at least she supposed it was a freezer — very cold and air was visibly rising from it.

The bag was red.

Plastic, with a label on it and deep red liquid inside.

That was fucking blood.

"Blood?" Timber cleared her throat, gulping in fear. "Blood cc. How well have you controlled your animal instincts?" Kya opened the top of the plastic bag, the smell of bunny blood filling her nose. Shit.

"I'm not just going to let you walk in. I, we, can handle putting up with the two of you." The blood was poured into the glass, thick and smooth.

"Take Rocori into the other room, let's have a drink, shall we?" She knew what she was doing.

Bastard.

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11 Months Following of their Escape.