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Bnha 296

I am going to choose to pretend Bnha chapter 296 never happened.

-Everyone is fine and breathing

-Let the recovery arch full of Hurt/ Comfort and Fluff commence.

LA LA LA HORIKOSHI. I CAN'T HEAR YOU.

"Fuckwit?!" The insult was echoed loudly as Rudy whipped his head around to stare directly at him, eyebrows drawn together in a deep frown, as though its source had given him a swift slap across the cheek. The audacity! "Did you actually just call me that? Listen, wankstain…hey, hey! Where're you goin'?" Throwing both hands upwards and out, his frustration dissolved into confusion as he watched the complete stranger decide to ignore a conversation by running away. Not outside (he was asking for a miracle here) but further inside the factory with the clear intention of camping. Rudy hated the fact that everything was beyond his control; it was an unpredictable whirlwind that tore his peace apart.

Despite having no air in his lungs, the vampire huffed out an invisible breath in an attempt to compose himself. Going through the motion helped somewhat, and with silent resignation, he decided to reassess the situation and cycle through different options. He was terrible at making decisions on the fly, but it looked like he had no choice today. As his right boot moved forward to begin striding towards his unexpected guest, determined to continue their conversation from five seconds ago, it hovered mid-lift before settling back down. He paused abruptly, shoulders tensing somewhat, noticing a shift in the atmosphere that went unnoticed behind a rage induced haze, but now made itself known with clear-cutting clarity.

Shit.

That was the sound of various heartbeats nearby, some steady whilst others were frantic with adrenaline. They were a cacophony, thumping away at different times and letting Rudy know that they belonged to numerous humans. More than a couple. Moving to the door once more, he pressed an ear against the cool metal and focused on what was beyond it, hearing a set of sliding van doors slam and the rhythmic marching of steel-capped boots. It was clearly organised; that was a bad sign. As the vampire switched his attention back over to the other, a question lingering on his lips, it was unspoken as he noticed the shine of unshed tears. They contained desperation and fear, produced by somebody forced into a corner with no other option but to lash out. It was involuntary; a mode of survival. Rudy could forgive the earlier insult now. He understood completely.

"Hey...you're okay. We'll sort this out, yeah?" It probably fell on deaf ears, but the reassurance was given, regardless. No matter the circumstance, seeing somebody upset brought out his nurturing side, automatically kicking him into comfort mode. Perhaps it was because nobody was ever there for him after being beaten into next week, spending most nights with a scratchy throat after choking out sobs in the solitude of his bedroom, so that deprived side of him never wanted somebody else to suffer, especially because of another person. Or people, in this case. The warning was brushed off as Rudy began moving away from the door, clutching the baseball bat tightly in his hand, sharp fingernails digging into the varnished wood with newfound determination.

"This is my home, yeah, so they-" Any hint of a threat was cut short by a faint hissing noise grabbing his attention, obliterating his train of thought as he started to notice a steady stream of smoke filling the factory. Wisps of white swirled around them with swift rapidness, creating a thick barrier that seemed to settle heavily, and the vampire could taste the bitterness as it collected on his tongue. Was that...tear gas? For once, he was grateful for being dead as the product had no affect on him, save for the vile flavour. Scrunching up his nose in disgust, Rudy began surveying his surroundings for signs of where it came from, but what he found instead was totally unexpected. A flash of illuminous yellow, of bones shifting and clicking violently into place, and a deep growl close by that reverberated inside his own chest and drowned out the sounds of demands. His free hand reached up to clutch as his tank top, expecting to feel some sort of vibration rattling his ribcage, because it was that powerful.

But he had no time to comprehend this fresh information (of a very real werewolf standing a few metres ahead of him), as he was forced back to reality by a series of loud bangs directly behind and two, startling crashes above. Shards of glass exploded inwards, scattering across the balcony where Rudy had stood minutes before, some of it spreading further and raining down on the ground floor. "No..." he whispered, thoughts turning to his makeshift bedroom where items of sentimental value were kept, of stuff belonging to his friends. They had no right barging in here like this. His sharp fingernails created indents against the baseball bat as a second wave of rage washed over him, of the need to defend and protect his safe haven, to make good on his promise to sort this out. Their primary focus was on the werewolf (now known as Gabriel), and despite his earlier hostility, the vampire was not going to stand by and let them carry out their plan of destruction. Fuck that!

"Right...these are so comin' off." Reaching up with a casualness far from matching their current situation, Rudy removed his Ray-Bans and securely clipped them to the front of his tank top, revealing a set of bright yellow eyes ringed in red. A series of dark veins underneath semi-translucence skin, akin to lightning strikes, ran down the length of his throat and disappeared underneath his clothing, but there was no doubt that they spread across everywhere. As he spoke, there was a flash of razor-sharp fangs peaking out from behind pale, pink lips, before immediately being covered up as he pressed them together in concentration. He had to decide whether to block the door or the windows above. It was a quick decision once that order to fire was shouted, followed by the ear-shattering sounds of bullets being blasted towards them. A few ricocheted off the metal railing or pillars with a sharp tinging, and Rudy was pretty certain that one rushed past his shoulder as he felt a small shift of air near him.

One thing about Rudy was that he was impulsive. His body worked quicker than his mind sometimes, and without considering the consequences, he was already scaling the metal staircase with inhuman speed. All he knew was that they were on the balcony, not bothering to count how many, trying to shoot this stranger down. And that was enough reason for him to retaliate, focusing on the first armour-clad individual he came across by swinging his baseball bat with enough force to shatter the side of their gun. A few fingers, as well, judging by the agonised shouting muffled by a gas mask. It encouraged the vampire to throw them aside and move onto the next one, who was unaware of him until it was too late, the gun ripped out of their hands and smashed against the side of the balcony railing. In a split-second, their gas mask was torn from their face and they were met with a set of sharp fangs as Rudy hissed, before sinking them into the front of their throat and latching on.

The tear gas was, ultimately, their downfall as the vampire moved within it. A cover for his own path of destruction, with panicked shouting and terrified cries leaving behind a series of crumpled bodies and broken guns, the sound of bullets being fired gradually slowing down before stuttering into complete silence. There was a beat before Rudy stumbled towards the balcony railing, some of the smoke cleared enough to reveal what a mess he was in, covered in fresh blood from top to tail, previously neat curls dishevelled and unruly. At one point, he'd taken off his bomber jacket, and the tank top he wore had a rather large rip near his abdomen. His hands curled around the railing, the baseball bat forgone somewhere in the scuffle, and he leaned forward to simply take a moment to collect himself.

"Ugh...all I wanted to do was sleep, man." He muttered to himself, before lifting his head up to squint down at the scene below. He wondered how the werewolf was getting on, reaching up to ruffle his curls into some sort of acceptable appearance, before huffing out another void breath. Rudy had an inkling that the bloke could handle himself, but there was still some fight left in him if he needed a hand.

Continued from here.

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The casual way the stranger jogged down the metal staircase with bat in hand led to the reality his 'problem' hadn't been observed from outside. At least someone didn't look out a window- but it didn't benefit him either way. The stress of looming danger had Gabriel skipping over a response to the half-ass joke about disturbance and right to the point. "You think!?" A 5'11/180 cm frame moves off the door as the stranger reaches over to latch it into place, looking around with the same frantic behavior he'd entered with. "If you're gonna just stand there like a fuckwit, then help me block this door!"

Unable to think straight, the drifter doesn't consider the windows around the abandoned factory and aims solely to cover his entry point. However, he stops mid run to a large stack of pallets to hunch over to catch his breath, hands pressed to the knees. It's clear he'd been running a long time, and was tired. In the same moment, tires can be heard screeching to a halt, and sliding doors opening, and several pairs of feet hitting the ground.

Dread sets into the pit of the chest, and.. tears well in the eyes. He had no where else to go as the feet can be heard surrounding the building and calculated steps climbing any outside ways in. Standing up straight in a slow motion, there's a foreboding feeling lingering in the air. "I suggest you make yourself scarce mate, or this will be the last day you see." It's not a threat, the visage showcased defeat behind deep-seeded terror.

Feet remained cemented in place as the factory is continually surrounded and units are in place.. then there is naught but silence outside of Gabriel crying. Whether or not the stranger did as requested or held their ground, a loud thunk of several cans hits the factory floor, or metal railing as tear gas filled the factory. Vivid yellow iris' are the last thing visible before the smoke is overwhelming..

'Gabriel Fitzgerald! We know you are in there, come out now this is your last chance!'

Gabriel does not appear to run anywhere, but groan and seethe as his outline appears to strain. Dark veins scatter across the body as it swells and changes through the smoke, making him cough and gag as his outline continually shifted and sounded deeper, and guttural through pained cries.

'He's changing, take it down! Get the medic ready-'

The doors are tried, and hit with a loud sound as it's attempted to be broken down.

Bang! ..Bang!

Clatter, CRASH! Units pour in through the windows but remain on the upper level with gas masks on, and body armor, with the words FBI plastered on their backs, and weapons at the ready. This was strangely very organized. A guttural grow and snort airs from below. The order is given to open fire to the units above while the door continues to be broken down. Bullets raining down from above as a monstrous outline emerges from the tear gas.