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Finally Cupro was in my grasp. Well, not literally, not yet, but soon. I crouched behind the rocks and looked down on him. He walked through a deep ravine with a drunken walk. Only it wasn't the funny kind. I frowned as I heard mutterings coming from his mouth. Note to self: Do not get close.
I crawled along the wall, keeping him in sight. From this height I couldn't make out his face. All the better. You know when you're about to kill someone, beast or human and there's that one second where your eyes meet and they know they're going to die and you know you're about to end a life? Yeah, well I hated that.
Cupro staggered into the wall right near where the ravine opened up into a sparsely habited field. Very nice target practice, I'll give him that. I kept looking over my shoulder for those men who grabbed me or, call me crazy, Damien. Don't know, something about that guy always makes me think he's about to kill me.
I snapped out of my head ramblings when Cupro darted out of the narrow opening. I scrambled along the cliff wall, begging all the gods out there not to let me loose sight of him. I sighed with relief and quickly found cover behind a bush as he fell to his knees in the field. I didn't know what was bothering him, and I didn't care. This guy ate or drank shadows and that's the worst thing anyone can do in my book. Seriously, that's not natural.
I slid my gun through the leaves of the bush, making enough room to see my target. I cocked the gun and aimed right for his head. I didn't want this guy speaking when I went down to get the body.
Wait! Dammit, I need to bring him in. I swear if that's Damien's idea for bringing the psycho in alive I'm going to- I don't know what I'm gonna do, probably nothing- okay, Will shut up!
I calmed myself down and aimed instead for his knee. He can be crying and screaming in pain the whole way back for all I care. I cocked the gun and prepared to pull the trigger. Suddenly another shape moved near Cupro. I quickly lowered the gun and watched as another man walked towards him. What the hell is this, one of his friends?!
I steadied the gun, ready to shoot them both down when Cupro lunged at the man. I stood up and watched as the two fell to the ground. Each struggled for the upper hand and that's when it hit me. I knew him.
I scrambled down the ravine wall towards them. I shifted the gun in my hand, ready to use it as a club. As soon as I got to them I slammed the gun down onto Cupro's head with everything I got. He moved at the last minute causing the gun to hit his shoulder. The momentum of the gun brought him to his knees and I spun around to face the other.
Under his eyes were identical scars to the ones on my own cheeks. "Malcolm…" I muttered, my suspicion confirmed.
He smiled slightly, his shaggy black hair practically hiding his eyes then yelled, "Watch out!" I spun around right as Cupro's fist slammed into the side of my head. I was knocked to the ground, white lights blurring my vision. I tried to get up but my head refused to let me. I squinted my eyes, barely managing to see Malcolm and Cupro once again fighting it out. Malcolm jumped back then shot his hand out towards Cupro. A bolt of lighting leaped out of his hand, barely missing him. Cupro spun into the air, then brought his legs down onto Malcolm's shoulders. Malcolm let out a yell, falling to the ground. A knife appeared into Cupro's hand, his eyes crazed.
I leaped to my feet and threw myself at Cupro. He barely managed to turn as I crashed into him. I punched his face as many times as I could manage, the sight of him almost killing my friend after all these years of thinking he was dead driving me over the edge. He somehow managed to get his elbow under my throat and shove me off of him. We scrambled up and he lunged the knife into my arm.
A blast was heard behind my and I felt the bullet whiz right past my ear. Cupro made no sound as the bullet glanced off his forehead. He collapsed to the ground as if he had a sudden urge to sleep. I turned to see Malcolm holding my gun, breathing hard. The ringing in my ear only magnified the pain in my arm.
Malcolm caught my fall as my knees buckled. I slowly looked at him and frowned. "You almost shot me."
He smiled again. "Yeah… that was the first time using a gun." He put his hand on my arm and I gasped as a cold sensation flowed from his fingers. When he pulled away all that showed I just got stabbed was a small white scar.
"What was that?" I asked, slowly taking my gun from him.
"Magic," he said simply.
"I know that!" I straightened up and looked at Cupro. The slight rising and fall of his chest told me he was still alive. I looked back at Malcolm. "I uhh, have to take him back to the Order."
"So it is true you joined the shadow hunters. I thought the old man was lying," he said.
"What old man?"
He shrugged. "Said he knew you and you needed help. Seemed to know I was looking for you in the first place."
I sighed. "Did he have a ridiculously ugly face covered in scars and a red scarf?" His nod brought back all the annoyance Damien was causing me. "Right. That'd be my captain."
"Really?" he said raising his eyebrows.
I knelt by Cupro. "Okay well, you better tell my where the hell you've been before he wakes up."
"No problem. We'll have plenty of time." He knelt opposite of my and placed his hand on Cupro's forehead.
"What the hell are you doing now?" I asked sharply.
"Putting him to sleep. That way it'll be easier for us to take him back. I have a cart over there."
I looked to where he was pointing and sure enough, it was the same cart my dear captain drove off with. "He gave you the cart but not me? Nice." I frowned. "Wait you're coming with me?"
He nodded as if it was obvious. Wow, I totally forgot how much I hated that look. "Yeah. I'm going to join too. You saw my magic."
I shrugged. "Yeah, not bad." I grabbed Cupro's leg and started dragging him towards the cart. "I've seen better though."
"Really?"
"Yeah! You know, the head of the Order can make pumpkins dance. She's a woman too."
"What does her gender have to do with anything?"
I shrugged. "Just thought you should know your competition. Wouldn't want anyone to think you're a fool."
We both smiled at that. The whole prospect of going back to work seemed all the more promising. I had my partner in crime again. We were still the Fools.

FIN

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Finally Cupro was in my grasp. Well, not literally, not yet, but soon. I crouched behind the rocks and looked down on him. He walked through a deep ravine with a drunken walk. Only it wasn't the funny kind. I frowned as I heard mutterings coming from his mouth. Note to self: Do not get close.
I crawled along the wall, keeping him in sight. From this height I couldn't make out his face. All the better. You know when you're about to kill someone, beast or human and there's that one second where your eyes meet and they know they're going to die and you know you're about to end a life? Yeah, well I hated that.
Cupro staggered into the wall right near where the ravine opened up into a sparsely habited field. Very nice target practice, I'll give him that. I kept looking over my shoulder for those men who grabbed me or, call me crazy, Damien. Don't know, something about that guy always makes me think he's about to kill me.
I snapped out of my head ramblings when Cupro darted out of the narrow opening. I scrambled along the cliff wall, begging all the gods out there not to let me loose sight of him. I sighed with relief and quickly found cover behind a bush as he fell to his knees in the field. I didn't know what was bothering him, and I didn't care. This guy ate or drank shadows and that's the worst thing anyone can do in my book. Seriously, that's not natural.
I slid my gun through the leaves of the bush, making enough room to see my target. I cocked the gun and aimed right for his head. I didn't want this guy speaking when I went down to get the body.
Wait! Dammit, I need to bring him in. I swear if that's Damien's idea for bringing the psycho in alive I'm going to- I don't know what I'm gonna do, probably nothing- okay, Will shut up!
I calmed myself down and aimed instead for his knee. He can be crying and screaming in pain the whole way back for all I care. I cocked the gun and prepared to pull the trigger. Suddenly another shape moved near Cupro. I quickly lowered the gun and watched as another man walked towards him. What the hell is this, one of his friends?!
I steadied the gun, ready to shoot them both down when Cupro lunged at the man. I stood up and watched as the two fell to the ground. Each struggled for the upper hand and that's when it hit me. I knew him.
I scrambled down the ravine wall towards them. I shifted the gun in my hand, ready to use it as a club. As soon as I got to them I slammed the gun down onto Cupro's head with everything I got. He moved at the last minute causing the gun to hit his shoulder. The momentum of the gun brought him to his knees and I spun around to face the other.
Under his eyes were identical scars to the ones on my own cheeks. "Malcolm…" I muttered, my suspicion confirmed.
He smiled slightly, his shaggy black hair practically hiding his eyes then yelled, "Watch out!" I spun around right as Cupro's fist slammed into the side of my head. I was knocked to the ground, white lights blurring my vision. I tried to get up but my head refused to let me. I squinted my eyes, barely managing to see Malcolm and Cupro once again fighting it out. Malcolm jumped back then shot his hand out towards Cupro. A bolt of lighting leaped out of his hand, barely missing him. Cupro spun into the air, then brought his legs down onto Malcolm's shoulders. Malcolm let out a yell, falling to the ground. A knife appeared into Cupro's hand, his eyes crazed.
I leaped to my feet and threw myself at Cupro. He barely managed to turn as I crashed into him. I punched his face as many times as I could manage, the sight of him almost killing my friend after all these years of thinking he was dead driving me over the edge. He somehow managed to get his elbow under my throat and shove me off of him. We scrambled up and he lunged the knife into my arm.
A blast was heard behind my and I felt the bullet whiz right past my ear. Cupro made no sound as the bullet glanced off his forehead. He collapsed to the ground as if he had a sudden urge to sleep. I turned to see Malcolm holding my gun, breathing hard. The ringing in my ear only magnified the pain in my arm.
Malcolm caught my fall as my knees buckled. I slowly looked at him and frowned. "You almost shot me."
He smiled again. "Yeah… that was the first time using a gun." He put his hand on my arm and I gasped as a cold sensation flowed from his fingers. When he pulled away all that showed I just got stabbed was a small white scar.
"What was that?" I asked, slowly taking my gun from him.
"Magic," he said simply.
"I know that!" I straightened up and looked at Cupro. The slight rising and fall of his chest told me he was still alive. I looked back at Malcolm. "I uhh, have to take him back to the Order."
"So it is true you joined the shadow hunters. I thought the old man was lying," he said.
"What old man?"
He shrugged. "Said he knew you and you needed help. Seemed to know I was looking for you in the first place."
I sighed. "Did he have a ridiculously ugly face covered in scars and a red scarf?" His nod brought back all the annoyance Damien was causing me. "Right. That'd be my captain."
"Really?" he said raising his eyebrows.
I knelt by Cupro. "Okay well, you better tell my where the hell you've been before he wakes up."
"No problem. We'll have plenty of time." He knelt opposite of my and placed his hand on Cupro's forehead.
"What the hell are you doing now?" I asked sharply.
"Putting him to sleep. That way it'll be easier for us to take him back. I have a cart over there."
I looked to where he was pointing and sure enough, it was the same cart my dear captain drove off with. "He gave you the cart but not me? Nice." I frowned. "Wait you're coming with me?"
He nodded as if it was obvious. Wow, I totally forgot how much I hated that look. "Yeah. I'm going to join too. You saw my magic."
I shrugged. "Yeah, not bad." I grabbed Cupro's leg and started dragging him towards the cart. "I've seen better though."
"Really?"
"Yeah! You know, the head of the Order can make pumpkins dance. She's a woman too."
"What does her gender have to do with anything?"
I shrugged. "Just thought you should know your competition. Wouldn't want anyone to think you're a fool."
We both smiled at that. The whole prospect of going back to work seemed all the more promising. I had my partner in crime again. We were still the Fools.

FIN