Such a Clever Boy

“RED!” shouted Clever as the man grabbed her. He started to rush forward when two of the other men approached him. “Why don’t you get lost, mate, better for ya health” Clever glared at the man and gritted his teeth. His eyes began to glow crimson. “Let. Her Go!” he yelled as he began to push past the two. He caught a glimpse of one of the men groping Red and his fury peaked. It was just then that he felts sharp pain in his side. He looked down and saw that one man had stabbed him with a switchblade. The wound began to bleed and he could not heal it while he was on concrete. However, the pain was secondary to his anger and grabbed them mans arm and snapped his bones with a quick jerk. The man screamed and let go of the knife and Clever kicked him hard in the ribs. The man fell over as his friend landed a sucker punch to Clever’s nose which broke upon impact. Clever could hear Red yelling his name and he knew he needed to get to her quickly. He blocked the mans follow up punch and pinned his arm with his. He threw a brutal punch into the mans face and teeth flew out of his mouth. He let the man fall to his knees and wrapped grabbed his hair. He lifted his head up and delivers a strike to the mans throat which collapsed inward before letting him drop to the ground. The man choked to death while clawing at his throat. The first man was beginning to rise and Clever stomped hard on his back, snapping the spine. “You broke my fuckin’ back! I can’t feel my leg-” Clevers boot came down hard on the mans skull and he died instantly.

Clever rushed into the alley to see one man holding Red while the other tried to pull up her shirt. He moved so quickly he blurred and caught the groping mans collar in his hand. He hurled him into a wall turned on the man holding Red hostage. He flicked out a pocket knife and held it to Red’s throat. “One more step and I’ll cut ‘er, I swear on me mum” the mans voice was shaky and Clever knew he was scared. He breathed in the stench of fear and felt his power grow. He ran up and grabbed the knife by the blade. The man tried to resist but Clever was much stronger. He forced the blade away from Red’s throat and pushed it towards the mans face before driving it through his eye socket. The man fell, clutching at his ruined eye and Clever ended his life the same way he had ended the first mans. His boot was covered in the blood of his prey. He felt a primal bloodlust mix with his rage and he turned on the last man. He had stood up and was wiping blood from a cut on his forehead out of his eyes. “You bloody pigfucking cunt! I’ll kill-” Clever grabbed the mans skull and slammed it into the wall behind him. The bricks cracked and blood sprayed beautifully across them.

“Such filthy language” Clever snarled before he picked the man up by the hair and lifted him to his eye level. “You prey on women to feel powerful don’t you? to feel in control..well tell me…” He put his hand in the mans mouth, one on hooked around the mans upper teeth and the other his bottom, and forced his mouth open. “Do you feel in control? DO YOU FEEL POWERFUL?!” Clever growled as he forced the mans jaws apart until his entire head ripped in two. Clever dropped the corpse and turned to see if Red was ok. His eyes were still glowing as his anger and bloodlust had not been sated, but he’d have to deal with that later. “Are you oka-” Clever started before falling to a knee. He was now fully aware of the wound in his side and saw it was bleeding more than he had expected. It must have hit a major vein and he was now suffering from blood loss. He clasped a hand over it and tried to apply pressure in an attempt to slow the bleeding. He tried again “Are you okay, Little One?”

Everything seemed to slow down for a while, Red being hypersensitive due to the current circumstances; she could hear the other two men shouting and attempting to fight off Clever to little luck along with being able to hear the heavy breathing of the two men holding her against her will, breaths filled with the stench of alcoholic beverages, the feel of one’s body pressed to her back while the other touched her front.

She had to stay in control of herself though. Couldn’t lose herself or else the worst would come. She was in a public place and turning now would not be wise. Would Clever even be able to survive the damage brought about by her enraged demonic side?

Luckily, time seemed to have sped up and the question would have to be up the air. Before long, the others were dead and not by her hand; it took the halfbreed a moment to collect herself and realize what had happened, what was happening.

“H-Huh? Oh. I- Yes, I am fine, shaken but fine…” she replied after taking a breath, looking over the dead bodies. They were dead. They wouldn’t be coming back. That was good. No one else would have to deal with men again since Clever had just- Clever. “Clever! I um- Allow me to uh-” she snapped out of her daze and went in front of him, inspecting his injury. He is hurt… A shadow was summoned, the darkness being placed over and partially inside the wound to act as a makeshift bandage of sorts to stop the bleeding until proper treatment could be done.

They passed some pub patrons as they walked, but most simply wrote Clever off as a drunk trying to get home. Only a handful of people noticed the blood on his shirt and hands, but, being humans, decided to ignore it rather than get involved. He was loosing focus and begging to feel more and more woozy. He tried to focus on walking. '

Step one. Step two. Step one. Step...Red sure smells nice...wait no! They are not mates any longer' A slight panic at his mistake shook him briefly. Enough to put his mind back on track. 'Step one-'

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Clever kept a watchful eye on Red as he sipped at his pint. He had to admit she looked rather nice, but with her scar covered up she looked different. Clever knew this is how she often wanted to look, but he had never seen the scar as anything but a  normal feature on her face. He wasn’t partial to the change, but it was not his place to question it. After all people wouldn’t recognize her and that was pretty much the point. AS he watched her exchange with the informant he began to feel angry. There was a lot of intimate touching and whispering. ‘No’ he thought to himself ‘This is all fake and even if it wasn’t he had no business caring who she spent her time with.’ He closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths. He opened them when a loud cracking sound startled him. He looked down and saw that he had shattered the glass in his hand. Dark beer flowed over the table and small shards of glass stuck into his palm. 

He was picking them out when a young woman wearing a black apron approached him. “I am so sorry, sir, I told my coworker not to fill a glass with cold liquid right after they had come out of the wash. Makes the glass brittle, I said.” Clever looked up to her and gave his best smile. “It is no worry, mam, accidents happen from time to time.” The girl looked surprised and let out a small laugh. “Well you’re mighty well spoken for a yank” She pointed to her face “I thought you might be one of them football hooligans with a scar like that” Clever looked down and tried to hide his embarrassment. “oh no, I got that in a childhood accident, not a very interesting story to be honest.” The woman blushed, recognizing she had brought up something that Clever was sensitive about. “Well, I’ll be sure to get you another one, sir, free of charge” She cleaned off the table and swept the broken glass into a trashcan before going back to the bar. 

Clever finished his drink at about the time that Red concluded her meeting. The kiss made his face feel hot, but he forced himself to put those feeling aside. “Hm, your master will be happy to hear that, assuming he can feel those emotions, we better get back to the hotel so we can rest. We will make the jump again tomorrow.” They began walking the streets and he added. “of course we could also stay a little longer if you like. Slender expected this mission to take more time and I doubt you’ve been out of the states often” They walked a bit farther before the distinct sound of glass breaking on pavement came from an alley. Four drunken men stepped out and approached them. “Oi, miss, what are you doing with an ugly bloke like this one?” the man in the center shouted. “We would be a lot more entertaining I can assure ya”

“Mhmm, and he can feel, though he rarely expresses it considering his position. And what with him having no face makes it all the harder to read,” she chuckled. “Staying longer does not sound bad, life has not really changed on my end; everything is still boring and other than work, nothing tends to happen. Traveling… it may be a good change at the moment.” When Clever had vanished, there was the initial depression and lack of motivation to do anything, and even after getting over it and moving on, Red was never able to bring herself to make any changes. She was used to doing the same routine. Follow orders, steal for personal gain, do housework, and occasionally treat herself to something nice every few months or so. A mission like this was essentially like the others she did, the only difference being that she was in another country.

There was a soft sight before she spoke again. “If anything, we could do a bit of sight seeing and rather than traveling back through the Fey realm, we go through the shadows. It will be much quicker, but it will just be more exhausting on my end, so I could rest up at home upon arrival. Does that sound good or-”

-”Oi, miss, what are you doing with an ugly bloke like this one? We would be a lot more entertaining I can assure ya.”-

Great. Some drunkards hoping for an easy lay. Not exactly something she wanted to deal with. “Are you sure? He is much more of a looker than the four of you nitwits put together and then some,” she retorted, not even bothering to give them a proper look as she kept moving along.

The comment only seemed to egg them on, a couple of them laughing before they all followed along. “C’mon, miss, we can make up for em looks with some fun if ya know what I mean,” a different man spoke, making a purr of attraction afterward. “We could just-” he grabbed Red’s arm and pulled her toward him, her back still facing him and pressed against his chest, “get ta know each otha.” He laughed, and with Red now in hand, two of the men went after Clever, hoping to knock him out. The fourth man assisting the second in taking Red with them back down the alley.

The Proxy struggled, against the men, but was too weak to get out of their grasp. Screaming wouldn’t do anything as she’s learned before and not just that, but she couldn’t risk bringing attention to them if they were caught; she had no choice but to keep quiet to the best of her ability. It didn’t help when the fourth man began groping her as the one behind her kept her restrained, she wound up calling out Clever’s name, hoping for assistance. All she could do was kick and struggle, they weren’t far enough into the alley to be hidden from others for the use of shadows, she couldn’t chance using them on the off chance someone came by.

Clever rushed into the alley to see one man holding Red while the other tried to pull up her shirt. He moved so quickly he blurred and caught the groping mans collar in his hand. He hurled him into a wall turned on the man holding Red hostage. He flicked out a pocket knife and held it to Red’s throat. “One more step and I’ll cut ‘er, I swear on me mum” the mans voice was shaky and Clever knew he was scared. He breathed in the stench of fear and felt his power grow. He ran up and grabbed the knife by the blade. The man tried to resist but Clever was much stronger. He forced the blade away from Red’s throat and pushed it towards the mans face before driving it through his eye socket. The man fell, clutching at his ruined eye and Clever ended his life the same way he had ended the first mans. His boot was covered in the blood of his prey. He felt a primal bloodlust mix with his rage and he turned on the last man. He had stood up and was wiping blood from a cut on his forehead out of his eyes. “You bloody pigfucking cunt! I’ll kill-” Clever grabbed the mans skull and slammed it into the wall behind him. The bricks cracked and blood sprayed beautifully across them.

Red seemed upset when she approached him. Her interaction with the hotel staff had seemed to go well, but now her face had become a little flush. “ What is wrong? did the I.D.’s not work?” When she explain her problem to him he cocked his head to the side, confused, “That is inconvenient, but there is no need to let it upset you. I will be fine sleeping on the floor. You are the one that is gathering information I believe it is more important for you to get the rest you need, Besides I can always draw energy from the Earth to fight my fatigue” They walked to the room, which was fairly close to a security exit, as the Slender One had told them it would be. It would be easier to escape if they were attacked in the night. They put their bags next to the door, another precaution made to ensure a quick get away, and explored the small room. Clever found a chair by the window and turned it so he could look outside. 

He had a lot to think about and couldn’t let himself get distracted during the mission. Flidais had found them, rather quickly and conveniently during a Gnoll attack and he was not completely sure she had not called the attack herself so she could come and save the day. He would have to keep an eye on that Goddess her infatuations could result in undue harm to the people around him. The bigger problem was The Morrigan. Why did she want to see him? Unlike Flidais, he had been sure t continue offerings to the Chooser of the Slain.She had shown sexual interest in him too, but she was a lot less forward about the whole thing. He was sure there was nothing romantic in her desires, but her lust seemed more genuine. Flidais was most likely pursuing him in some sort of odd contest with The Morrigan. This couldn’t be the reason for The Morrigans summons, though. If she had not come to the material world for him then it meant there was business in  Tír na nÓg that required his attention. He would have to ignore these suspicious for now, though as it would soon be time for the mission to officially start.

After Red was ready he followed her to a pub, careful to walk far enough behind her that nobody got the impression that they were together. He found a seat on the other side of the establishment where he could keep an eye on her interaction with the informant. He ordered a pint, turned on his magical sight to check for any strange auras, and waited.

That was good, he didn’t appear to be upset about the room situation. But him offering to sleep on the floor didn’t sit well with her, that’s what she was going to offer. Maybe she could convince him to switch places when they got back.

Once they got to the room, Red settled down some, putting down the duffel and rifling through it until she pulled out a makeup bag. With Clever doing his own thing, she headed to the bathroom, leaving the door open in case he were to say anything to her. Red worked on covering up her scar, contouring properly and the like in order to make it seem like she had a normal face and not a burned one. When she was satisfied with her work, even doing extra of adding lipstick and some eyeshadow to make it seem like she would be going out on a actual date, she left the bathroom and notified her partner that all was set.

At the pub, the Proxy made sure to sit at the back, though still within sight of Clever Boy so he could keep an eye on her in case anything turned sour. When a server came up asking if she wanted anything, she simply asked for two cups of cider and potato wedges. After a few minutes of waiting, the man she was meant to meet arrived.

There was brief greeting and the act was put in place as an exchange of information was put out. To others if they didn’t know, it looked as if there was a date going on. Laughing, giggling, the occasional leaning in as if to whisper something sensual to the other. When the food came to the table, the pair cheerfully thanked the server, Red about to hand them the money before the man interjected and paid instead; no way should a lady pay for a meal. The charade went on for another hour and when it was time to end it, she stood up from her seat, him following suit. A kiss was planted on his cheek and her hands slid into his, a sum of money left in his palms.

He was picking them out when a young woman wearing a black apron approached him. “I am so sorry, sir, I told my coworker not to fill a glass with cold liquid right after they had come out of the wash. Makes the glass brittle, I said.” Clever looked up to her and gave his best smile. “It is no worry, mam, accidents happen from time to time.” The girl looked surprised and let out a small laugh. “Well you’re mighty well spoken for a yank” She pointed to her face “I thought you might be one of them football hooligans with a scar like that” Clever looked down and tried to hide his embarrassment. “oh no, I got that in a childhood accident, not a very interesting story to be honest.” The woman blushed, recognizing she had brought up something that Clever was sensitive about. “Well, I’ll be sure to get you another one, sir, free of charge” She cleaned off the table and swept the broken glass into a trashcan before going back to the bar. 

The Goddess strung the sting of her bow across her Torso and put her hands on her hips. She leaned forward with a sly smile on her face. “Fancy seeing you here again, my Clever man, You haven’t been around nor have you been making offerings to me either.” Clever made a fist with his right hand and brought it to his chest so it rested over his heart. “I am very sorry, Lady Flidais, I have been preoccupied reclaiming my territory. I shall make offerings soon.” Flidias let out a delighted laugh and her posture became less stern. “If a proper offering is too much for you, I believe you can make it right by spending a few nights with me in Tír na nÓg” Clever blushed under his mask and he looked away nervously. “I-I appreciate your interest Flidais, but I am sorry to say that I am here on business at the moment. My companion and I must make it to London with haste. I must reject your offer at this time”  He bowed humbly to her.

He looked back up at the Goddess who had now crossed her arms under her breast, most likely to purposely draw Clever’s attention to them, and was staring at him with some heat in her expression.  Flidais glanced over Clever’s shoulder and regarded Red with judging eyes. “Have a thing for red heads do ya? Perhaps that is why you found yourself on my plane, it would seem you’ve gone and made an obstacle for me to over come” Clever blanched. He became angry at the Goddesses implications. Clever had never killed a God, but he’d die before he let Red fall to harm. He was so flustered his next words came out in ramble “Red is…I mean…She was…but now she is a fellow hunter that I am assisting” Flidais’ mouth quirked up at the sides “Is that the truth? Then it seems my chances are better than I thought” She walked up to Clever and laid a hand on his chest before leaning in close to speak softly in his year. “Either way, I thought you should know that I am not the only one who questions your absence. The Morrigan has been looking for ya. Might be best to avoid her for now,. She misses you a lot in her own crooked way.” She planted a soft kiss on the part of his mask above his lips and with that Flidais disappeared. I’n reality she had probably cast a camouflage spell and ran off, but it had looked impressive. He waited a few seconds to be sure she had left and said. “The Morrigan?…We need to get moving”

After a awhile they reached a tree growing in the middle of a clearing and Clever made the jump with Red. They landed in a small wooded park ducked in behind some high brush.  It was about 1am and the moon was blocked by the clouds so he doubted anyone would see them. “We need to make ourselves look normal before we can go to the hotel. Clever looked around until he found a tree with a hole in the trunk and walked over to reach inside. He brought out a satchel he had stashed there a few days ago. He had tested the way to London after getting his assignment and took the opportunity to lighten his load a bit. Inside his stash was a couple of fake driver’s licenses, fake passports, money and a change of clothes for himself. His pants were fine, but he had taken a few wounds in the last battle and his white shirt reflected that fact. He stripped it, his tie, and his vest off and threw them into the bag. He drew power from the Earth and waited for his wounds to close completely. He took a towel from the bag and wiped the excess blood on it to be sure that none would be seen by bystanders. He pulled on a black v-neck and stored his mask in the bag as well. He handed her the I.D. and passport meant to be hers. “These will make sure you can stay in the hotel.” He handed her some money too. “This is free to spend on whatever you need as well.” With that they walked towards the hotel.

So then, they weren’t a couple? Flidais was the one that was pining after Clever… and possibly this Morrigan as well? For some reason that made Red feel relieved, though to which she had to remind herself that she had no business with his romantic life anymore. He had every right to be happy with someone else, it would be rude and selfish to prevent him from going on with another.

“Oh. Yeah,” she shook her head, clearing her thoughts and following along until they finally made it to their destination.

While Clever did his own thing, she went a little ways to change behind a tree. Her current attire was stripped and put away, a new set pulled out and put on. The usual black gloves, a strapless long sleeved blouse, simple jeans, and boots. After using a mirror that was packed in the duffel, ensuring she was decent, hair covering up her scar properly, she went back.

“All done on my end,” she said as she returned. She scanned him briefly, noting the subtle change of attire, apparently there was no need to tell him that she brought extra for him. There was a few ‘thank yous’ during the exchanges, Red pocketing the money and stuffing the other stuff into her duffel before following alongside Clever.

When they finally reached the establishment, she handled the talking at the front desk, handing the clerk the fake ID and some money to pay for the room. There was a short dispute, Red looking flustered before accepting defeat. There would be an issue with the room that couldn’t be fixed, and the hotel staff were only doing their jobs, so there was no use to yell at them. She took her ID and the pair of key cards handed to her and thanked the man, walking back to Clever afterward.

He had a lot to think about and couldn’t let himself get distracted during the mission. Flidais had found them, rather quickly and conveniently during a Gnoll attack and he was not completely sure she had not called the attack herself so she could come and save the day. He would have to keep an eye on that Goddess her infatuations could result in undue harm to the people around him. The bigger problem was The Morrigan. Why did she want to see him? Unlike Flidais, he had been sure t continue offerings to the Chooser of the Slain.She had shown sexual interest in him too, but she was a lot less forward about the whole thing. He was sure there was nothing romantic in her desires, but her lust seemed more genuine. Flidais was most likely pursuing him in some sort of odd contest with The Morrigan. This couldn’t be the reason for The Morrigans summons, though. If she had not come to the material world for him then it meant there was business in  Tír na nÓg that required his attention. He would have to ignore these suspicious for now, though as it would soon be time for the mission to officially start.

“It may deter some, but it could also attract curious beings that may want to do us harm for sport.” He kept his focus on the tree lines around them looking for any hint of danger. “They Fey revel in glory and they would see us as an unusual mark to take down. Some might even be able to do it. Do not use your shadows unless absolutely necessary. I cannot tell you how they will function in this realm. Besides, there are a few residences of this plane I would rather avoid for now.” They continued down the path and except for a few pixies, there was no sign of anything dangerous. Being back in the Fey was a rather uneasy situation for Clever, he had spent about 6 months here forming a corporeal form before he was able to return to the material world. His time had been interesting, but not everything had been pleasant. He had spent the majority of his time in  Tír na nÓg [Tear-nah-nohg], the Irish realm of Celtic Gods, and he had made friends there that had helped him with his transition. He had stumbled upon the realm by accident on his first day (or rather what felt like a day, time moved differently in the Fey) and the beings of  Tír na nÓg had been quite gracious towards him, for the most part.

He was lost in thought when he heard the sound of something charging from the forest, heading quickly to there position. It was moving fast and as it got closer he realized it was in fact multiple beings that had charged. “Ready yourself, Red, We have company!” He shouted as he put his back to hers and readied himself into a fighters stance. Six beings crashed through the woods and surrounded the pair. They were short in stature, but broad shouldered with longs arms thick trunk-like torsos. Their faces were ghastly visages that resembled hyenas and they were covered with a think coarse fur.Each one carried a gnarled sword or axe in its clawed hands “Gnolls! They must have smelled us while out hunting. They are quick creatures with strong jaws…do not let them bite you! I’ll take the 3 on my side!”.

Without Ceremony the Gnolls closed in and Clever went to work. The first one tried a hail mary swipe with his axe and Clever stepped into his reach and caught the creatures wrist on his left shoulder. He slammed a knee into the creatures solar plexus and the creature flew to the ground. The second tried to take Clever’s distraction as an opportunity to sink his blade into Clever’s side. He turned and the blade slid across his side instead of into it. Clever continued his spin and slashed his knife across the creatures throat. It crumpled in gargling agony. The first creature stood up and joined his companion in a double rush.  Clever threw the knife and it sank deep into the first Gnoll’s chest with such force it took the Gnoll off his feet. The Third creature did not so much as flinch as his brother in arms fell and he aimed a vicious stab at Clever’s heart. Unarmed, Clever went on the defensive and batted the blade aside with his forearm. The blade slashed into his arm, but his vital organs remained unharmed. The forward momentum of the Gnoll spun him around so that his back was to Clever, who took this chance to wrap his arms around the creatures throat.The creature realized what he was doing and clamped down on Clever’s arm with his powerful jaws. The pain was intense, but he couldn’t be distracted now. He squeezed tightly on the Gnoll’s skull, ignoring the sting of the fangs in his flesh, until he heard the things bones fracture under the pressure. He threw the thing on the ground and recovered his knife from his fallen foe.

He was breathing heavy and he needed to take some time to close his wounds, but he needed to check on Red first. He spun around to lend some support, but found all of the other Gnolls had fallen to her. “Well done, that was unexpect-” An arrow whizzed past his ear and he heard a yelp from behind him. He spun around startled to find the body of a large Gnoll laying on the ground, a golden arrow sprouting from one of it’s eye sockets.

“You haven’t gotten sloppy already, have you?” A honeyed voice said from the tree line. Clever turned and looked at the figure emerging from the woods. It was a woman in green hunting leathers. She had flowers hanging from  long red hair that fell like a crimson waterfall. She had the beauty of a panther giving off an aura of dangerous grace. She carried a golden bow in one hand and the other rested on a hunting knife attached to her belt. The Irish Goddess of the Hunt herself had just saved him, again.

“Hello again Flidais, it has been awhile”. Clever said, putting his body between the Goddess and Red.

“Hmm. That is understandbale,” it was best to be safe than sorry. Clever knew this world and was much more familiar with it, so it would be wise to take his advice.

What with the lack of further conversation, she kept quiet up until the point a new situation came along. Gnolls? What in the world are- Before she could even speak, they were surrounded, her body instinctively taking a defensive stance.

Red dropped her duffel bag and ran forward, charging toward the closest creature. A sword swung to which she leaned back to dodge, taking the opportunity to draw her knife and cut their arm, causing them to drop their blade out of reaction. Furious, they used claws as a replacement, lashing out. Her cloak was caught upon them and pulled her forward; rather than allowing herself get caught by their teeth as well, she jumped, using the enemy’s arms to assist her in going up more until she flipped onto them, cloak coming off in the process. It was pulled toward her and used to cover their face before she used her knife to slit their throat, jumping off after to attack the other two.

They fought the halfbreed at the same time, one using an axe and the other using a sword. They were faster than any humans she’d fought against, making it hard to read them and dodge properly. She didn’t want to risk using unfamiliar shadows at this time, instead doing whatever she could at the moment. Eventually it came to the point where she was stuck between the two. Now it was just a matter of waiting for who would strike first and…

The one with the sword leapt, the Proxy moving away at the last second so that rather than her getting beheaded, the Gnoll behind would get slashed across their chest. And with this having taken place, she took the chance to run at them from behind and jump upon their back, jabbing her knife through their neck.

With the trio now dead, she took back her blade, using her torn cloak to clean it off before putting it away, leaving the garment on the corpse. “Huh. Oh, it was-” another stance was taken, Red about to throw her knife toward the voice until it became clear that the source meant no harm. This was… Flidais. Impossible. Red could vaguely recall who she was through her father. Whenever he was gone from the house, she’d take the liberty of rifling through his books not only for amusement, but to get an idea of her culture. Were all the gods and creatures from the books real?

He looked back up at the Goddess who had now crossed her arms under her breast, most likely to purposely draw Clever’s attention to them, and was staring at him with some heat in her expression.  Flidais glanced over Clever's shoulder and regarded Red with judging eyes. "Have a thing for red heads do ya? Perhaps that is why you found yourself on my plane, it would seem you’ve gone and made an obstacle for me to over come" Clever blanched. He became angry at the Goddesses implications. Clever had never killed a God, but he’d die before he let Red fall to harm. He was so flustered his next words came out in ramble "Red is...I mean...She was...but now she is a fellow hunter that I am assisting" Flidais' mouth quirked up at the sides "Is that the truth? Then it seems my chances are better than I thought" She walked up to Clever and laid a hand on his chest before leaning in close to speak softly in his year. “Either way, I thought you should know that I am not the only one who questions your absence. The Morrigan has been looking for ya. Might be best to avoid her for now,. She misses you a lot in her own crooked way.” She planted a soft kiss on the part of his mask above his lips and with that Flidais disappeared. I’n reality she had probably cast a camouflage spell and ran off, but it had looked impressive. He waited a few seconds to be sure she had left and said. “The Morrigan?...We need to get moving”

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“Yes, I am prepared, we may proceed” He forced himself to calm down and his eyes returned to their normal color. He was thankful of his mask, though, as the burning rage he felt towards Slenderman was displayed clearly on his face beneath it. He placed his hand on the trunk of the tree and connected to the tether that would send them to the Fey Realm.

“I am going to pull us to the Fey Realm first where we will have to walk a bit to find the tree bound to London, then we will jump to London from there. Should be no more than an half-an-hour journey” He winced a bit at what he would have to ask next, but it was necessary and the quicker they got the job done the less time he would have to be with the woman he had hurt. “I will need you to take my hand, I can only transport us if we are making skin to skin contact. It is the only way to transfer the energy between us.” When she had he added briefly “The jump may feel strange to you, this being your first time, so if you feel sick on the other side we can take a few moments to rest, but we cannot wait around for too long as not everything in the Fey is friendly and they will surely sense a non-fey presence there.” After they had situated themselves he made the jump. Colors unimaginable flashed passed his eyes until they landed in a completely different forest. The forest looked very similar to the one they had just left, but there was a plethora of magical auras around them. The colors around them were vibrant and the sky was full of lights and stars despite it being seemingly daytime. The Fey was built to be a haven to the spirits that inhabited it, but its charming appearance sometimes masked vile intentions. Clever stayed on guard.

“The next point is in that direction” He pointed down a path lined with glowing mushrooms. “Stay close to me and do not wander, perhaps my aura can shield yours and if not most creatures would be weary to us without the trees to shield them.” So they walked. Clever heard a few creatures shuffling about the woods around them, but they were not exhibiting signs of aggression. For good measure he unsheathed his knife and held it at his side. He didn’t want to challenge anything, but a healthy dose of intimidation would never hurt. He remained silent as he walked, he had no doubt that Red would not want to talk to him anyway and besides, he was still angry at Slenderman for his trick. They would have to have a talk after all of this was over. 

Red nodded and complied, deciding to remove her gloves and pocket them before taking hold of his arm. It was… awkward, that was for sure. And the whole transportation was rather odd, a different feeling than going through the shadows; it was colorful for one, and… it was hard to pin down the rest. Though once they finally arrived is when she let go, not bothering to slip her gloves back on considering they’d need to teleport once again soon enough.

“Understood,” the halfbreed nodded, taking a quick look of their surroundings. Never had she though she’d end up in a different realm, much less that of the Fey. The shadows here were different than the ones from where she was from, but it wasn’t bad. Not only that, but she found it surprising that this world was like the paintings in children’s books; how many humans had wound up here and made it back to describe this world?

-”perhaps my aura can shield yours and if not most creatures would be weary to us without the trees to shield them.”-

With the thought put into her mind, she wasn’t sure if she bring up her own aura. It was dark and demonic, a feeling that would drive humans away due to instilling fear and discomfort. However, this was a different world that she was unfamiliar with, and she hadn’t dealt with other Fey before, so there was no knowledge as to how they’d react if they felt something like her in their land.

He was lost in thought when he heard the sound of something charging from the forest, heading quickly to there position. It was moving fast and as it got closer he realized it was in fact multiple beings that had charged. “Ready yourself, Red, We have company!” He shouted as he put his back to hers and readied himself into a fighters stance. Six beings crashed through the woods and surrounded the pair. They were short in stature, but broad shouldered with longs arms thick trunk-like torsos. Their faces were ghastly visages that resembled hyenas and they were covered with a think coarse fur.Each one carried a gnarled sword or axe in its clawed hands “Gnolls! They must have smelled us while out hunting. They are quick creatures with strong jaws...do not let them bite you! I’ll take the 3 on my side!”.

Without Ceremony the Gnolls closed in and Clever went to work. The first one tried a hail mary swipe with his axe and Clever stepped into his reach and caught the creatures wrist on his left shoulder. He slammed a knee into the creatures solar plexus and the creature flew to the ground. The second tried to take Clever’s distraction as an opportunity to sink his blade into Clever’s side. He turned and the blade slid across his side instead of into it. Clever continued his spin and slashed his knife across the creatures throat. It crumpled in gargling agony. The first creature stood up and joined his companion in a double rush.  Clever threw the knife and it sank deep into the first Gnoll’s chest with such force it took the Gnoll off his feet. The Third creature did not so much as flinch as his brother in arms fell and he aimed a vicious stab at Clever’s heart. Unarmed, Clever went on the defensive and batted the blade aside with his forearm. The blade slashed into his arm, but his vital organs remained unharmed. The forward momentum of the Gnoll spun him around so that his back was to Clever, who took this chance to wrap his arms around the creatures throat.The creature realized what he was doing and clamped down on Clever’s arm with his powerful jaws. The pain was intense, but he couldn’t be distracted now. He squeezed tightly on the Gnoll’s skull, ignoring the sting of the fangs in his flesh, until he heard the things bones fracture under the pressure. He threw the thing on the ground and recovered his knife from his fallen foe.

He was breathing heavy and he needed to take some time to close his wounds, but he needed to check on Red first. He spun around to lend some support, but found all of the other Gnolls had fallen to her. “Well done, that was unexpect-” An arrow whizzed past his ear and he heard a yelp from behind him. He spun around startled to find the body of a large Gnoll laying on the ground, a golden arrow sprouting from one of it’s eye sockets.

“You haven’t gotten sloppy already, have you?” A honeyed voice said from the tree line. Clever turned and looked at the figure emerging from the woods. It was a woman in green hunting leathers. She had flowers hanging from  long red hair that fell like a crimson waterfall. She had the beauty of a panther giving off an aura of dangerous grace. She carried a golden bow in one hand and the other rested on a hunting knife attached to her belt. The Irish Goddess of the Hunt herself had just saved him, again.

Clever leaned against a large ash tree that had a strong tether to the Fey realm. His arms were crossed as we waited and he was dressed in his old proxy clothes. Black boots, black pants, white dress shirt, black vest, and red tie. His Bowie knife hung in a sheath on his hip. His fingers drummed on his arm as he stared off into the tree line. When he had made it back to the Cathedral a few days ago he was surprised to see Praxis there. He had been working on some broken railing on the porch, but had dropped his tools as Clever walked up. When Clever had greeted his own proxy, Praxis had responded with a stiff right hook that had broken Clever’s nose. Then he had wrapped his old master in a tight hug. A small dog had approached Clever and yipped repeatedly until Clever had picked him up and let him lick his face. Clever had asked what he could do to make up for his departure and in true Praxis fashion he had asked for something ridiculous. “I want one of those deluxe coffee making machines” He had said through a smug grin.

Red wasn’t quite happy with the arrangement, having been told that she’d have to be working with Clever for the task. Even though he’d pretty much be ferrying her around, it did make sense why they’d be paired up; she wasn’t strong enough to teleport halfway across the world without repercussion and would end up passed out upon arrival due to the amount of energy used. Not only that, but they couldn’t exactly take a plane without questions popping up.

Once all had been arranged and set, carrying a small duffel bag with items ranging from a first aid kit to knives to clothes and money, the Proxy set out to the meeting point. Her stomach couldn’t help but turn to knots at seeing the other, more so because of his reaction at seeing her. Had she done something to anger Clever without realizing? Their meeting prior hadn’t been all milk baths and roses, but it seemed as if there was an understanding about how things would be between the two for some time. Maybe she was wrong? Well, there was nothing that could be done about it now, they’d have to put aside such matters and work together despite how they felt.

“I am going to pull us to the Fey Realm first where we will have to walk a bit to find the tree bound to London, then we will jump to London from there. Should be no more than an half-an-hour journey” He winced a bit at what he would have to ask next, but it was necessary and the quicker they got the job done the less time he would have to be with the woman he had hurt. “I will need you to take my hand, I can only transport us if we are making skin to skin contact. It is the only way to transfer the energy between us.” When she had he added briefly “The jump may feel strange to you, this being your first time, so if you feel sick on the other side we can take a few moments to rest, but we cannot wait around for too long as not everything in the Fey is friendly and they will surely sense a non-fey presence there.” After they had situated themselves he made the jump. Colors unimaginable flashed passed his eyes until they landed in a completely different forest. The forest looked very similar to the one they had just left, but there was a plethora of magical auras around them. The colors around them were vibrant and the sky was full of lights and stars despite it being seemingly daytime. The Fey was built to be a haven to the spirits that inhabited it, but its charming appearance sometimes masked vile intentions. Clever stayed on guard.

‘I hate you.’ The words stung like a whip across his face every time she shouted them at him, but he let it hurt. He deserved her ire since he had not been around to help her or comfort her for two years. He had not been given a choice, but the fact remained. He had been gone and he had not been able to tell her why. His eyes were closed, but he felt her shift as she raised the knife ready to strike. He whispered a prayer to Gaia, The Goddess of the Earth he drew power from, and waited for the blow to land. It did a few seconds later, but not into his flesh. He heard the blade sink into the Earth a few inches from his right ear and his eyes flew open. He blinked a few times in confusion as she fell of to his side and laid in the snow sobbing. What was he to do? Everything in him wanted to cradle her in his arms and try and sooth her. He hated seeing her upset, but he knew that course of action would be a mistake. She would not want him touching her now and he would not do so uninvited.

They lay in silence for a few long heartbeats, the only sounds around them were the rustling of leave-bare limbs and the heavy breathing of the pair. He decided to break the silence.

“I do not know what you know of Gods and their creation. I will assume it is not a subject of which you have much knowledge. Gods come from two different places, either they were imagined and given powers or they were mortal and given power through the belief of others. Regardless, their powers are derived from the belief of many people. This is why you do not see the presence of older deities as their followers are not few and far between. A Similar rule applies to me. I was made as an imaginary friend, I was born of someone else belief. Over time I was changed by another persons beliefs and I became a killer. When I finally learned where I came from I thought I had it all figured out. However, the doubt started to creep in soon after. If I was no longer an imaginary friend, then what was I? I began to wonder. Have you ever wondered what happens to imaginary entities when they don’t believe in themselves?” 

He paused to organize his thoughts. He had scripted this to be sure he did not leave any detail out and he wanted to be as clear as he could be.

“I started to doubt myself and as a result I began to change. You may have noticed drastic changes the months leading to my departure. I was having, what I guess one may call, an ‘intense identity crisis’. This is dangerous for beings like me and I eventually found myself in a realm between the realms. I was in limbo. I was there for two years while I fought to figure out who I was. I could not leave. I could not contact anyone in the material plane. I was a prisoner of my own disbelief. Then I stumbled across a thought. A thought that burrowed in my mind like a seed until it sprouted into a full idea. What did I do? I killed people, sure, but what was my true purpose? I kill so Slenderman can be feared. Fear brings him power. Fear also brought me power as a result. So I fed on fear in a way. That is when a voice entered my head and told me. ‘You are a phobophage, a fear spirit of the Fey realm, a boogeyman.’ Then it became clear to me. I was meant to spread fear and now that is my purpose. I am a spirit of the Fey realm and this body is mostly a vessel to anchor me to he material world. If it is destroyed I return to the Fey realm until I can acquire more power to build a new vessel. That is where I got these herbs. I know not what they do, but they are different from this world and may hold secrets I could never know. I know you hate me. I do not have any false hopes that you do not, but I hope you see now that I never made the choice to leave. I never wanted to go. I wanted to get back to you everyday that I was held in Limbo. I know it is not an excuse and I do not expect forgiveness. All I can say for certain is I did not leave, I was taken, I fought hard against my mental bonds, and now I made it back to you.” 

He grabbed the hilt of the knife and yanked it from the ground. He passed it over to Red and looked into her eye, wet with tears.

“I know who I am now, I am no longer lost, I have seen you again…if you still want to end my life I will be glad to oblige you. I owe you that much and I promise that after I am gone. You will never have to see me again”

It took a while, but she managed to calm herself enough to hear what Clever had been saying clearly.

He’d been taken.

He never left by his own will.

Everything that had transpired was essentially a big misunderstanding. 

But that didn’t excuse the fact that the pain she experienced was very much real. The mindset and mental state she endured because of it. How torn she’d been due to the parting. Friendships even dwindled. Praxis wrote a note to Nobody about leaving, but as far as they knew, he was still gone. And Nobody eventually stopped coming over unless it was for work.

Red was left alone all over again. 

It wasn’t until Clever held the knife toward her to take that it all hit her at once. He was hurting too. He was serious about letting her kill him. And even after he’d come back, he’d make sure to keep out of her way.

She didn’t know how to feel about it. The anger was still there, the hate, all the negative emotions, but now she knew what had happened. Part of her wanted to take it, go through with the murder, however she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Another part wanted to lean forward and rest up against him, but even that couldn’t be done; the relationship couldn’t be fixed so easily. It would have to be worked on. All the built up negativity would have to be undone, trust earned all over again. She didn’t even know if she wanted to keep things going between them at this point in time.

“I…” Red shook her head, “No. Despite all that has happened, I cannot go through with ending your life… It would be unfair after gaining all the information. However that does not change the fact that I hold nothing but resentment toward you… But if you wish to work on whatever this is-” she gestured at the both of them, “then by all means, feel free. You have more than one relationship to mend. Just do not be surprised if none work out to your liking.”

She opened the door and his heart stopped. There was Red, his Red! it had been years since he had seen her and he almost let himself smile. He was in the middle of wondering what to say when she first shoved him. It knocked him off balance and when she gave him a second push it made him trip over his own feet. She was screaming and before he knew what was going on she was astride him with a blade to his throat.He guessed she was not ‘his Red’ anymore and he immediately felt stupid for thinking such a thing. Instinctively, his hand flew to the blade and he held it steady. He didn’t try to take it from her, he only kept the knife from moving from its current position. . He let the blade bite deeply into his palm. Hot pain produced, crimson blood that dripped from between his fingers onto the virgin snow beside him. He stared into her eyes and saw all the raw pain and anger behind them. He had caused that pain and he would have to live with the memory of her eyes for as long as he existed,

Then he caught the sight of another bloody spot in the snow. It was right beside one of her legs and he followed the trail to a wound on her thigh. It had been stitched up, but the sudden movement had torn some of the thread and the wound was now bleeding again. “You’re hurt” He said as he stared at the wound. It would take awhile to for it to heal and it would be rather painful until it did so. So he let go of the knife and placed his blood smeared hand on the injury. The injury began to close up as his blood mixed with hers. After he was satisfied that he had healed the cut correctly he turned back to Red. He awkwardly undid the satchel from around his torso and handed it to her. “There are herbs in there from a different realm that may be of some use to you” He was quiet for several heartbeats before he spoke up again. “I am very sorry, little one, more sorry than I could ever express with words. I had hoped you would let me explain my absence, but now that I am here I see that may not be the case.” He guided the knife to his throat and pushed it down, the blade biting into the flesh of his throat slightly. A small dribble of blood ran down his neck and mixed with the snow beneath his head. “ If it is your wish to kill me, if that would ease your pain in anyway, I give you my blessing. I will not stop you from doing so”. Then he laid his head back into the snow and closed his eyes. He thought of all the old times before he had been forced into the void and held those images clear in his mind. “I have missed you, Little One, so very much”

Before she could let her anger get the best of her, another wave of emotions went through her, eyes flickering between green and red due to them. There was the initial surprise at how calm he was, even being concerned of all things and then the shock of him seemingly ignoring what was happening to treat her own wound with the one she created. Words couldn’t form as she held the blade with shaky hands, tears falling with mixed mindsets.

What was he doing? Why? After so long he still looked at her with the same love in his eyes. He was even giving her a gift and healing her while she held a damned knife over him, threatening to end his life for all the pain and grief he caused her. How was he able to be so calm and collected? It didn’t make sense. Why? Why? Why?

“H-How? Stop being so impassive, Clever. Fight back! Resist! Something!“ The halfbreed cried out. It was so tempting to do it, to just push the knife down and allow it to go through Clever’s throat. It would be so easy too. “I want to kill you! I ought to! But not like this… Not like this. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. You hurt me with how you left and then you come back as if nothing is wrong and just let me do this? Fight me! Just-” She screamed, raising the knife and plunged down. However it didn’t land, narrowly missing, instead getting buried into the snow and stuck in the hardened earth.

They lay in silence for a few long heartbeats, the only sounds around them were the rustling of leave-bare limbs and the heavy breathing of the pair. He decided to break the silence.

“I do not know what you know of Gods and their creation. I will assume it is not a subject of which you have much knowledge. Gods come from two different places, either they were imagined and given powers or they were mortal and given power through the belief of others. Regardless, their powers are derived from the belief of many people. This is why you do not see the presence of older deities as their followers are not few and far between. A Similar rule applies to me. I was made as an imaginary friend, I was born of someone else belief. Over time I was changed by another persons beliefs and I became a killer. When I finally learned where I came from I thought I had it all figured out. However, the doubt started to creep in soon after. If I was no longer an imaginary friend, then what was I? I began to wonder. Have you ever wondered what happens to imaginary entities when they don’t believe in themselves?” 

He paused to organize his thoughts. He had scripted this to be sure he did not leave any detail out and he wanted to be as clear as he could be.

“I started to doubt myself and as a result I began to change. You may have noticed drastic changes the months leading to my departure. I was having, what I guess one may call, an ‘intense identity crisis’. This is dangerous for beings like me and I eventually found myself in a realm between the realms. I was in limbo. I was there for two years while I fought to figure out who I was. I could not leave. I could not contact anyone in the material plane. I was a prisoner of my own disbelief. Then I stumbled across a thought. A thought that burrowed in my mind like a seed until it sprouted into a full idea. What did I do? I killed people, sure, but what was my true purpose? I kill so Slenderman can be feared. Fear brings him power. Fear also brought me power as a result. So I fed on fear in a way. That is when a voice entered my head and told me. ‘You are a phobophage, a fear spirit of the Fey realm, a boogeyman.’ Then it became clear to me. I was meant to spread fear and now that is my purpose. I am a spirit of the Fey realm and this body is mostly a vessel to anchor me to he material world. If it is destroyed I return to the Fey realm until I can acquire more power to build a new vessel. That is where I got these herbs. I know not what they do, but they are different from this world and may hold secrets I could never know. I know you hate me. I do not have any false hopes that you do not, but I hope you see now that I never made the choice to leave. I never wanted to go. I wanted to get back to you everyday that I was held in Limbo. I know it is not an excuse and I do not expect forgiveness. All I can say for certain is I did not leave, I was taken, I fought hard against my mental bonds, and now I made it back to you.” 

He grabbed the hilt of the knife and yanked it from the ground. He passed it over to Red and looked into her eye, wet with tears.

It had been a week with no response. He wasn’t surprised. Even if she had decided to show up he was sure the reunion would be anything but positive. He needed to try, however, he had been gone for years and had not been able to even give her a reason for his departure. Of course he had not meant to leave. He had not wanted to disappear at all. He had been sucked into the void with out his consent and he had not been able to come back until he had figured out his issues. Regardless, Red wouldn’t know that and to her it would be an injustice he had done to her. He needed to explain himself, let her know that his leaving was not her fault or done out of disrespect. He had been sitting on a stump and waiting all this time, but perhaps it was now time for him to take initiative. She may very well kill him when he showed up, but he would risk it. He would risk anything for her. Everything. Afterwards he would leave her be and allow her to live a life that he did not complicate.

So he gathered his satchel, full of rare fey herbs, and began walking to her house. He knew the way by heart, but his new fey connection to the Earth would help. He could avoid any unnecessary obstacles. It was dark, but he had learned some new tricks in the Fey realm.He turned on his night vision and made his way through the brush. He made it there when the moon was high in the sky and stared at the door. What was he supposed to say?  What if she flat out refused to listen to his explanation? Physical pain he could endure, but spending an eternity that she would never forgive him may drive him to madness.He approached the house and was aware of movement within. He instinctively put a hand on the hunting knife attached to his belt, an involuntary gesture or when he felt afraid.He took one deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Today I right some wrongs” He said to himself as the door opened.

It’d been a long day. Red had only been home a few hours, having returned from a mission. After washing up and changing into a fresh set of clothes, she was tending to her injuries, currently stitching a cut that was on her calf. It’d take a while to heal from where it was and caused a slight limp along with pain as she walked, but there wasn’t much that could be done by it.

“Huh?” Someone was at the door? At this hour? It couldn’t be another Proxy, there hadn’t been any notification prior. Slenderman would teleport inside. And she hardly had any friends that knew where she lived. So then, did this mean someone had followed her and she failed to notice? Perhaps the shadows thought they were an ally because they were close proximity…

Only one way to find out.

The halfbreed got up from the sofa, grabbed a hidden knife from beneath the coffee table, and went to the door. A breath was taken to calm herself before she opened it, ensuring the blade was hidden behind the door at the same time-

-”Today I right some wrongs.”-

Clever Boy. It was Clever Boy. He was here. No wonder the shadows let him in, she never told them not to. But still, this all so sudden. Too soon. She’d hardly had enough time to think about the current situation what with work. All that could be expressed at the moment was a flurry of emotions. It started off with shock and disbelief, then moving on to sadness and tears, before finally turning into anger and rage.