𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

Oh god she loves being underestimated. No one would have thought a silly human girl could escape from Klaus Mikaelson either and look how that ended up. She's been running for five hundred years from him. This man, he'll be lucky if his elite group of hunters makes it to day twenty.

It's all a game to her, and not the same one they're playing. No this is enrichment for the little fox. Taking out predators that feed on the desperate is a hobby. They want a show, she will give them one they don't expect.

"I don't think I can, I know I can." She purred, baiting him.

"I think you're over looking one crucial bit of information here. You may have my scent... but I've also got yours. This was never a game of cat and mouse. This was always the fox and the hound. You better hope you're better at hunting than I am. Speaking of, are you sure all of your hunters are still up and running?"

You can almost hear the smirk on her lips through the phone.

"You might want to check. After all it's a detriment to start a game without a full deck of cards."

She knows he's near by. She knows he can see her. Most likely she's surrounded but that doesn't mean anything because she's faster than they can move. At this point she's just trying to make him mad. Make him sloppy. Make the whole show look like fools.

"Think you can keep up?"

he's about to respond i guess we'll find out when she brings up his fellow hunters, causing the words to get stuck in his throat. a quick glance is thrown over at the other hunter beside him who was listening in on the conversation, giving a quick nod to signal for them to check in on the other hunters status, stat.

his focus returns to her again. he's watching her from a dark corner three floors up. outside, there were several military vehicles surrounding the building, and hunters moving in from each access point. if she was telling the truth, she may have taken some of them out, but there was no way she could take them all.

just give me the fucking go-ahead, mccone thought to himself, aimed at his boss, but he knew they'd have to let her escape this one. maybe take out another hunter or two. " what, you think we haven't prepared for the loss of a few hunters? " he spoke back through the phone. the other hunter came up to him. held up some fingers, then curled them deliberately to show the numbers of hunters that hadn't reported back. mccone couldn't help the frustration bubbling up within. not at the runner. she was just playing the game. but at his boss, for using their lives ─ runners and hunters alike ─ as something worthless that could be discarded for the sake of entertainment.

think you can keep up?

he lifts his gun, aiming first directly at her head ── but then moves it down to target between her feet instead, deliberately aiming to miss. " i won't have to. i've already got you. " he squeezes the trigger. BANG!