Hiding behind the shadows...[open]

[Black Bird]

It was late at night and very few people were walking around. But the ones that were, were all alone. Perfect.
Jethro sat down on a bike wrack, scanning the people who walked by to find his choice of a perfect victim. His anxiety was getting the better of him and the only way he could be satisfied was to feel warm blood in his hands.
Jethro fiddled with his thumbs, his eyes locked to the ground as he was deep in thought. But than suddenly a pair of shoes caught his eye. His head jerked up to see someone who he found he would be able to take on. It was too dark to tell of it was a boy or a girl but it was their screams that mattered.
Jethro hopped off the wrack and followed the person at a good distance, his eyes locked on the person to make sure he doesn't loose them. Jethro felt the knife in his jacket pocket and a twisted grin faintly started to grow on his lips, and when the person passed by a black alleyway was when he raced towards the person to attack.

[Seven Snis]

Kill Counter; 32

So far, he was doing great. Killing was his passion, call it what you like: obsession, hobby, just an oddity, it mattered not. As long as no one caught him. He let his bangs fall into his eyes, covering the blue eyes so that the green one shown out. He'd recently dyed his hair to silver, transforming his bangs into a red and black mix. He favored this combination over his pale, sickly yellow color. That felt unnatural.
He kept a small knife in his jacket ever since the whole mystery man incident. Sure, they guy had died regardless of his actions, and well, it was pretty plain. He'd slit the man's throat and snapped his neck, no biggy.
He threw his head back as he gave a laugh and continued to walk, his hands shoved into his black jeans.
He kept his eyes ahead, nonchalantly humming to a imaginative tune in his head. Nothing out of the ordinary; at least not yet.
It was his follower's mistake when he suddenly moved, it was an idiotic move, easily anticipated.
Amateur
He chuckled darkly as he continued to walk, carefully calculating his enemy's moves.
Seven, he was named that for many reasons.
He passed the dark alley, an obvious place to set an ambush. His footsteps echoed slowly to the beat in his heads. An idiot by all means if he thought he could get away with killing him.
He ducked, right at the last second, crouching down and striking out his leg to trip the attacker. Or, more appropriately labeled 'prey'.
He shot back up, sliding back as he watched, not yet revealing his weapon in case the situation did not call for it.
"Really? an ambush? That's quite cowardly." He growled, the low provoking signal mixed with an even darker laugh.

[Black Bird]

Jethro quickly realized that right after the man ducked that he wasn't getting away with this so easily. Luckily he dodged his trip, still keeping his balance as his amber eyes grew fiery with anger in the darkness of the alley he was now inside. Jethro cursed under his breath and moved his right foot half an inch to attempt another strike, but than quickly realized it wouldn't benefit him.
Jethro was confused.
This man knew ahead of time he was being watched and the exact time of his track without even having to glance behind him. He was a quick thinker just like Jethro but he had to admit, his mind did seem to work more advance than his. But how could this be so? This guy's highly irritating laugh than made Jethro realized that there was more to this guy for sure than just an ordinary bystander. No one knows more about a killer's attitude than a killer himself, no? Could this man also take lives of the innocent?
Jethro started to boil with anger when he was considered cowardly. Who does he think he is and why would be spend his own precious time tormenting him? Jethro felt his hand start to quake and all he could hear was his own self conscious telling him to go at the guy again. Maybe this guy wasn't worth Jethro's time either.
All of these thoughts happened in a matter of seconds.
Jethro's solution was to not do anything. No one around them noticed and he didn't want to fight. He shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling like a stubborn eight year old who didn't want to listen to someone he didn't care about. "M'kay, you little sh*thead I'm not worth your time apparently." He scowled, spinning on his heals to the direction when they came from and simply began to walk back to the street, expecting some sort of smart remark or even a knife to the throat. Who cares? The momentum is gone.

[Seven Snis]

The guy avoided falling on his face, and his grin grew wider. Things just might get interesting if he pushed the right buttons.
Seven straightened himself, brushing his bangs out of his eyes and looked at his possible acquaintance. He was tall, well, taller than him anyways. He looked older as well, maybe by a year. With jet black hair and fiery embers for eyes. They contrasted quite drastically in the way of appearance. He shoved his hands back into his pockets.
"Apparently." He agreed keeping his voice level and deprived of emotions.

Seven shuffled his feet, "You have the instincts of a killer, but a rogue one." He took a step towards him, following behind at a leisurely pace. He struck a grin and bent forward so that his head was down and turned to look up at the killer.
"I'm Seven." He said with a lighthearted laugh.

[Black Bird]

Well, he didn't get an attack, but instead an introduction. His name was Seven? Yeah right. But if he was what he thought he was that could have been his nickname. "Seven? Cool." He responded, looking back at the young man as he scanned his appearance.
Seven's got some interesting hair there. An odd variety of colours on his bang and the rest of his hair looks silver.Was he one of those scene kids or something, because scene kids and emo looking kids such as Jethro were like fire an ice. Seven was shorter than him and his features made him look young. Yet his smart-ass attitude towards him made him sound older. Whatever his age was, he wouldn't judge.
Who knows, maybe he'd make a new friend today.
"Call me Jethro, I guess." He introduced with a shrug of his shoulders.

[Blaze]

(If you want me to delete this tread I will.)

Blaze watched in silince at the two. Her golden brown hair was straight and she wore a turquoise tank top that she took from a store then regular blue jeans that some randome person gave her. Blaze kept her distance but could here them talking. "Jetho and Seven." she whispered. She ment to say them to herself but the words slipped out.
She felt cold as she hoped they didn't hear her. But had a filling they did. So she walked up ready to pull her small pocket knife out of her back pocket. "So where you trying to kill him." she asked the one that had said he was Seven. She looked at him with her hazel eyes.
Blaze stood around two yards or maybe even three yard away from the two. They might be stronger then she was but she was more likely fast then them.

[Seven Snis]

(I don't know, but I do find it unwise that you'd join two murderers in a conversation XD)

"Jethro? Sounds like death row." He laughed darkly. He continued on, walking in silence. His name meant nothing to him really, but he supposed his mother gave it to him in some weird and unrealistic way. Supposedly he was evil and in some perspective he was. Most of that was his fault, part of it his father's. But he neither going to explain or say that.
Seven brushed his bangs away, and a whisper fluttered across his hearing.
He stopped, holding his arm out to stop Jethro from moving as well. It wasn't in a provoking way, but a more like, 'Hey, I think we have company', kind of way.
"Him try to kill me?" His head turned to the voice, such a fearless person to provoke them like this. He growled with what was almost pleasure.
"Maybe you should learn your facts..." He growled with a sly grin.

[Black Bird]

Jethro shoved his hands in his jacket pocket. He was awfully shy indeed and he felt the presence of two people he just met a little overwhelming. The boy bit on his middle finger to ease the tension within him but it didn't work very well.
Jethro didn't know what to say to them and in the end remained silent, his bite transferring to his thumb. It was odd. He was afraid for no apparent reason to most. Jethro knew it was his anxiety though. If only he took his medication more often... His loss.
(Little lazy...)

[Blaze]

Blaze just starred at seven. "If I learn my facts I would defiantly be a lot smarter then you and him put together." she said. She looked at Jethro that haven't said anything. She watched him. He looked a little nervouse or something. Blaze looked back at Seven. "You might think everyone's afraid of you and others. But I'm not scared of you or any others" She started talking again to him.
Jethro was hitting his fingers but didn't have anything to say to him and he seemed not to have anything to say either. If he did he would of already said it, or that's what she thought.

[Seven Snis]

"Well, then doesn't that make you an idiot." He gave a snort and continued. Seven waved his hand at the nuisance, dismissing her with a roll of the eyes. This girk woyld be dead within hours if she kept that act up.
"Fear has nothing to do with staying alive," he hissed over his shoulders as he carried on. He had ni feud with such an idiot.
He glanced at Jethro, he knew it just as much as he did. Seven stuck his hands tgether and walked in. This girl was annoying.

(Laziness)

[Black Bird]

Seven was mistaken. This girl would be dead in minutes, maybe even seconds if her smart-ass mouth kept on speaking. She would probably by stabbed in the stomach by one of the two boys and have her throat slit by the other. Teamwork on killing would be interesting. Jethro would than take all of her valuables such as her credit cars which he would waste for the things he wanted and take her jewelry and cell phone, Bluetooth, and whatever she had on her and sell it for some money of his own. Finally he would take some meat from we body and feed it to his cat. Just the thought of it made his eyes glow a little brighter and and his mouth water.
But than he glanced at Seven. He had the same desire to murder as Jethro, but it didn't seem as strong. Jethro slid in knife from the inside of his jacket and hid it behind his back, just incase things took a turn and he didn't need to use it. He didn't plan on attacking anyone now, even though his anxiety was really kicking in.

[Blaze]

Blaze looked at them with a small smile. "You really want to kill me, bring it." she said grabbing her knife out of her back pocket. She had been in worst things then in a small battle with two against one. "You can try but it will be a little hard." she went on.
"I also have nothing y'all can take. Um… except this knife. But I won't let y'all have it." she said. She took one step forward to meet them.

[Seven Snis]

"Cocky girl." He growled threateningly. It was as if she wished to die. Of course, he knew both Jethro and himself would be happy to oblige to such a request. Killing for Seven was a justice he thought only he could serve.
He'd been raised in a childhood of blood and chaotic rampages. He'd pillaged his fair sahre if people and burned a good amount of homes. All for what he believed right. The world was a waste in his eyes. His desire and lust for blood was what drove him.
Seven threw back his head, cackling hysterically at her flimsy jnife and horrible stance.
"Your in no condition to fight." He laughed, his blue and green eyes wide and hungry.
"But we'd be happy to accommodate to your demands." His tone was suddenly low and somewhat gentleman like.
But it was a moment short lived. He flashed silver, his arm striking his gorgeous set of knivery. He took one without looking and threw it, the blade elegantly slicing the girl's hair and hitting the brick wall with a thunk, stone on metal.
Seven cocked his head, cracking his neck to show he wasn't about to hold back. He unfolded another dagger, this one laced with the blood of human and monsters alike.
"My dear friend, are you ready for a game of tag?" He said glancing at the fellow killer he'd come to enjoy.

[Blaze]

Blaze didn't reply to any of the words that the boy said but she knew what he was saying. "How dare you. And I know I'm in no condition. If your parents died when you where two. Who would teach you. I bet you weren't being dragged by you hair either." she said bring up her past. She knew they wouldn't care but she didn't care either.
She took a step back, but not because of fear. It would be easier to dodge the knives Seven was throwing and if they walked towards her she could take steps back.

(Sorry my post are short.)

[Black Bird]

Very slowly, a twisted grin only killers could own spread across his face and his knife behind his back was now by his side. As the girl stepped back he took the knife and bit the tip of it, studying the opponent. She would back up, maybe she was more defensive. Seen three his knives it seems, so if she was distracted by that he could use his quick feet and catch her by surprise.
Jethro took the knife from his mouth and slid along the brick wall. Than he launched himself off of the wall with his arm thrown back, than when he got close enough threw his arm foreword, aiming for the knife to cut as deep in her throat as his arm strength's potential could serve him.