#re.para

 “Do you know how long we’ve been tracking you? Who ever knew catching the silent fox could be so difficult…" Before the man could finish another stepped closer slamming his fist against the kits abdomen causing him to choke on air and blood. Head now dropping forward he spat out the iron liquid mixed with saliva, tongue hanging from the side of his mouth which is soon slipped back behind lips and fangs once again only to lift his head to glare at the one who gave him such a bruising hit. "How do we even know it’s him? He does have a twin brother." "Isn’t the twin blonde?" "No I was pretty sure he was blonde when he—" "SHUT UP." The sudden shout made them all shudder and snap looks to the one who slipped to the boys side, flipping a blade to rip at the shirt he wore showing off the tattoo that designed his side. As Byunghun glared down the other male smirked up at him arm going back before lunging forward to rake the blade across the mark causing the kit to let out a screaming yelp.

 The very design that made him who he was now spilled blood which pooled under the boys dangling frame. He could feel lips against his ear causing his head to jerk lifting a leg to kick at whom ever although his hair was yanked back violently once again. “Now…tell us where your hunter is. We don’t want him to miss your death." Even as the order was given nothing but silence pooled over the young boy, hands squeezing tighter around the chains as muscles slowly started to tighten and show with each tiny breath he took. As the man tugged harder on the raven locks of hair those once golden orbs started to form a silver pooling mix with black, feline slits taking over as extended canines bared. Locking his gaze with the leader the fox scrunched his nose showing off deadly jaws. "You have five fuckin` seconds to get your disgusting hands off me."

 Hands removed from the foxes form only for a brief second before another whip slash or so hit him causing his entire frame to cringe. Hues shut tightly as one of his own hands twisted to hold five fingers up. “Did you hear that boys?! The fox threatened us!” With each laughter that filled and echoed through the stone room a digit went down. “…One…” “..Huh?" Fingers curled at the chains again as he used that strength of his to rip them from the brick which crumbled and smashed a few of the men down. Landing on all fours he quickly stood only to counter a hand, lifting a leg to slam his boot into a mans chest, linking an arm with him he spun his body tossing him towards another. Rushing forward he kicked off the wall lunging for one of the other males, hand taking over his face only to smash his skull against the brick multiple times until the bone crushed under the weight. Tossing him down he was soon tackled himself letting off a choking gasp as his back hit the concert, a foot slamming against his chest knocking whatever breath was left out of him.

 Legs lifted to wrap around the attackers neck throwing his legs toward before kicking him while in the air, getting him time to stand only to be kicked down again. Head smashing against the ground he could feel the tips of shoes hitting against his stomach in which clenched in pain. Widen hues locked with the butt of the gun just in time to watch it smash against his skull. For a brief moment everything blurred and darkened, his hearing enhanced slowly before his vision was now showing colored frames when soon mixed and pooled together. What was once a picture now looked as if a kid smeared paint long a blank canvas which soon faded into nothing. He had no sight although with his lack off his sense of hearing, smell, and touch increased.

 Pain was becoming sharper with each hit he took, he could feel with each hitching and panting breath he tried to take it was placing much unneeded pressure to his chest causing him to actually wheeze. Agony hitting every nerve ending although that didn’t stop him from getting him, arm extending quickly to snatch the gun before it was able to hit against him again. Digits curled at the trigger as he pulled head quickly ducking as the sound of the shot and body being blown away caused his ears to ring and throb. Soon nothing but silence and the smell of iron filled the room giving him a small sign that it was safe to get up. Choking back on the cries of pain he so desperately wanted to release he felt around the room able to leave the area.

She rarely ever used him, considering him a creation far more than human comprehension, but when she used him, they were a forced to be reckoned with. So when she stepped into the hidden room, after having shooed everyone away, and turned on the lights, she called for her resting AI, “Jun, I need your help dearest.”

“I suppose I could offer my assistance this time.”

She grinned upwards to where she knew the cameras were and clicked her tongue before setting to work. Together, they had managed to create a program that only hid what they were doing to their current enemy, but also take just as much information from them as they had from her. A few days had passed and it had taken longer than Jae would've liked it to, but she had work and to keep up appearances, but they had managed to get it done. After she left Jun to implement the program and give her the files on the attackers, she waltzed out of the hidden room, locking it down and heading off to take a shower; throughly impressed by her work and amused by what was to come.

That had been nearly three weeks ago and by that time, she had hoards and hoards of information on the other clan. She hadn't given too many fucks about the name of the clan, as she deemed anyone who would resort to such lowly tactics unworthy of proper care and treated them as such, but more than names, she made sure that the faces of the fuckers who attacked her were implanted in her memory. They and their leader are going to understand why, she was feared and why their spineless and swine-like behaviour was going to be the last thing they ever did.

She had called the leader and arranged a meeting, disguising it as a way for both clans to join voices and become one and it didn't take long for a time and a date to be set. To say she was excited would be an understatement; there was no words for how much her blood was pumping and her mind was sadistically gleeful at the thought of destruction. By the time the day of the meeting rolled around, Jae had long dropped her facade and was strictly business (and if she was honest with herself, she'd mention how hard it was to hold back being her dark, twisted self around those who didn't know about it).

Dressed comfortably in all black: black slacks, black button up, black tie, black vest, black heels, and her hair slicked back and pulled up into a tight ponytail, she had made sure to conceal her weapons accordingly and pack an extra set of clothing. As she handed off her bag of changeable clothing to one of her subordinates, she adjusted her tie and slid into the awaiting car. Her legs crossed and a look of business replaced whatever leftover softness remained as she listened to the information she was being fed. They had spent the entire ride informing of her what, who, and why to expect.

When they pulled up to the meeting spot, a somewhat decent looking safe house type building on the outskirts of the city, she waved off the rest of the information that was being announced to her and waited for the door to open. She stepped and kept her head held high as she made her way into the building, her men and the sound of her heels following behind her. Entering the room, she bowed politely; taking the moment to analyse the situation as quickly as she could before taking her seat.

It wasn't until after a nice welcoming meal, including a rather posh dessert and a glass of fancy wine, that she finally spoke up.

“While I do appreciate the sentiments and the sense of welcoming you've seemingly provided me with here today, I simply cannot accept your offer for us to join forces,” she smirked above the rim of her wine glass before holding up her hand to halt any arguments. “Allow me to explain why. I do not take kindly to being attacked in any way, shape, or form. I do not take kindly to being tracked and treated as an animal or anything of lesser standards for I am greater and far more powerful than most could ever wish to be. And finally, I do not take kindly to having what's mine being fucked with. For those reasons and that little program you injected into my system, I refuse to consider you anything more than spineless little insects who need to be crushed. And crushed you shall be. Oh and by the way, Mr. Park, I do thank you for all the information you systems have given me.”

She downed the rest of her wine before setting the glass down and rising to her feet. She turned away and moved to walk out of the room, not even flinching at the gunshots that followed behind her. Leaning against the door, she glanced her watch and waited, “Did he escape?” Being met with an affirmative response, she sighed exaggeratedly before smirking widely. “Well, then I suppose we should go exploring to see whom'll be the reinforcements. Hopefully, it'll be my buddies.”

She waited until she was properly surrounded on both sides before they made their way through the building. As they got lower and lower, Jae clicked her tongue and sighed in boredom. ‘Another one who thinks that lower level fighting will give them the advantage. Such a cliche.’ Finally, approaching the lowest level of the building, Jae hummed softly and stepped into the room before yawning. She clicked her tongue whistled softly as she made her way to the centre of the room. The lights flickered on and she took note of how awkwardly they had been surrounded and outnumbered.

Rolling her neck and chuckling softly, she got into position and glanced around the room as her eye flickered between black and blood red before settling on blood red and she reached for one of her hidden, small daggers. Feeling familiar warm pressed against her back and sides, she smirked again and waited for the attack. Closing her eyes momentarily, she listened for the first sound and unfamiliar footsteps. When she heared some rapidly approach her, she let her smirk drop and her eyes fluttered open. ‘Just who I wanted.’

Time seemed to slow and speed up as she fought and by the time she had made her way out of the building, the sky had become almost black with the night and she was a little bit damaged. She glanced around and made sure that everyone she came with was still with her. She had to give it to their opponents, they had been a lot stronger than she expected and had been pretty on par with them until they actively began to try. As the night air hit her face, she sighed softly before toeing off her broken heels and beginning to undress; wanting to get out of the bloodied attire as quickly as possible.

Her wound were quickly and minimally tended to, the others allowing her to heal herself up a bit before helping her clean off any blood lingering on her. She got changed quietly and when she slid into the car, she leaned back against the seat with a slight slouch. Now that the adrenaline was fading, she was in pain and tired. Leaning her head on the shoulder of whoever was closest to her and ignoring the stench of blood, she covered mouth, yawned and closed her eyes, dosing lightly as they drove away.

She had a momentary worry of where her weapons had gone, but a gentle hand on her shoulder lulled back to her relaxed state and she knew that she had no other reason to believe that they wouldn't take steps necessary to make sure there was no trace of them left behind. When they had arrived back in the city, she couldn't dose any longer and opted to rest her head on the window, gazing out.

Her eyes were dropping when out the corner of her eye, she spotted a curled up figure before ordering the car to be stopped. Opening the door and walking over to the ball of whatever it was, Jae tilted her head and worried her lower lip as she neared. Hearing soft whimpering, she continued to approach before kneeling beside the curlng figure. She reached out, touched his forehead briefly, and took note of the note coating her hand when she drew back. She gazed over the battered figure and when her eyes finally landed on the facial structure, her eyes widened in shock and anger before she breathed deeply to calm herself.

Using her last bit of strength, she placed an arm around his shoulders and one under his knees before scooping him up, glancing around, and quietly heading back to the car. As she placed him into awaiting arms, she slid into the car and motioned for him a first aid kit and him to be laid on his back with his head in her lap. Noting the raised eyebrows, she sighed softly.