shooting straight [killey!]

[KILLIAN TOBIAS CLAYTON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #000000 solid 12px; border-bottom: #000000 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] Practice makes perfect, or so Killian's heard. No matter how good a hunter he thought he was, practice never killed anyone. Usually, he'd go for the places that were more ... outdoors, shooting bottles off tree trunks and all, but the leader of their hunter group insisted on this kind of practice at least once a week, and this was Killian's time. He didn't mind taking advice from those who had been hunting for longer. Yes, he had the reputation of a merciless killer, but that didn't mean that he was the best, and more often than not, the male strived for perfection. He put on the ear protection, since that was a needed thing. It was kind of funny how this didn't resemble real life at all, but more an illusion which doesn't set you up for real life situations what so ever. Running a hand through his hair momentarily, Killian picked up his gun and pointed it at the target, the circles calling to him. He narrowed his bright blue eyes in focus before he was shooting. Shoulder. Shoulder. Knee. Collarbone. Heart. Center. Perfect. He wished these things would provide some kind of challenge, but that seemed difficult, because he was shooting at cardboard and not real danger. If Killian's hearing had not been exceptional, he would have missed the sound of a gun shooting in a completely different direction as to where the targets were. He took off his ear protection quickly, almost at a run to see what was going on, but the next thing he saw was himself alone in the room, the culprit had escaped, and there was someone bleeding on the ground. In a rush, Killian moved to the person, quickly taking off his jacket to place over the wound, he could sense that they were human. He knew that if they were supernatural, Killian would have let them bleed to death, but this person, they didn't deserve to die. Killian would also bet money that it was someone who wasn't human who did this. With a low growl, he picked up the woman in his arms and carried her out, having rung 911 just a few moments ago, they were on their way, and Killian's heart was catching in his chest. Once the paramedics arrived, Killian gave over the girl along with his jacket, not wanting it any more now that it was bloody. He was shivering a little in the cold, and he moved his hand back to pull out a packet of cigarettes before the police started asking questions.

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[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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It was about eleven in the morning. Damon, who was currently staying with her due to a “stalker situation” was still asleep next to her. Kentley found herself smiling a little down at him, but instead of waking him up she rolled off the side of her bed and went into the kitchen for some coffee. Trace’s door was closed, which meant he was still sleeping, too. Kentley made the coffee and while waiting for it to brew she fixed herself a bowl of cereal. She didn’t know what she was going to do today. She didn’t have to go to work until Friday so she was free for a few days. There were a ton of possibilities like going and seeing her dad or going and visiting her brother. But she had seen them a few days ago and didn’t want to have to talk for hours with them. The shooting range popped up into her mind and she smiled a little.

The door to Trace’s room opened and he emerged wearing only his boxers. Kentley rolled her eyes and looked back down at her cereal trying to ignore him as much as she could. ”What are you grinning about?” he asked. Kentley finished chewing before answering. “Nothing you should worry 'bout.” She replied coolly. She was still pissed at Trace for kissing another girl—the one girl she hated most, especially after being there for her when Vince had cheated on her. How could he do that to his best friend? She didn’t want to think about that now though. It was only making her angry. It only made it all the more appealing to go to the shooting range though.

So when she was done with her cereal she took her cup of coffee and went back into her room. She showered and changed all while Damon slept soundly. Kentley put on a pair of jeans, her black cowboy boots, and a red and blue plaid shirt. She didn’t put on any jewelry, but did decide to put on some makeup. Most of the time she only did the essentials because she didn’t need a lot of makeup to feel pretty. Most of the time she didn’t worry about crap like that. But today she did. And when she was done she went back into her bedroom, finishing up the rest of her morning boost. She grinned at Damon who blinked a little. Kentley sat on the edge of her bed and ran her hand through his fluffy hair, which she knew he loved. “I’m goin’ down to the range. You can come with me if ya wanna, but if not just sleep some more.” Kentley got a little groan out of him and she laughed. “Mkay, you just stay here and sleep some more. I’ll be back after while.” She kissed his cheek and stood.

Kentley drove to the range within minutes. She lived just a few miles away and could have walked had she not had a gun on her. But she liked driving, so that was alright with her. When she arrived she saw an ambulance pulling away from the range and a cop car by the door. She went to her trunk and grabbed her gun and ammo and walked inside. To her surprise she saw Killian. With confusion on her face, she walked over to him. “The hell’s goin’ on?” she asked. Kentley looked at his cigarettes with a raised eyebrow. Something big must have happened because he had a few spots of what looked like blood on his shirt.

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THANKS KAY

[KILLIAN TOBIAS CLAYTON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #000000 solid 12px; border-bottom: #000000 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] Killian was glad for the cigarette in between his fingers. It was a purely psychological comfort, and the fumes making their way down his lungs set his body more at ease. It’s not like a shooting affected him in a way that it would a normal person, God, he was so far from normal it was laughable, but it was the confusion that overwhelmed him. The blood on his shirt was metallic in smell, and he nodded and answered questions for the police like a good citizen, but that was dangerous. Hunters weren’t supposed to bring a lot of attention to themselves, most being criminals in their own right for the good of humanity. The police don’t see that, being mostly human in force, they see people killing people without knowing the back story. Or that the supernatural’s buried are deserving of it. Killian can see it now, the filth of their blood staining his clothes, the pleading for mercy in their eyes when he’s about to shut them up forever. He knows it’s all fake; Killian’s seen it more than once, no supernatural feels remorse for their actions. And now this girl, the one he sent away in an ambulance, he would bet anything that it was the work of someone supernatural. He just wished that they hadn’t gotten away before he could get to them. However, a cigarette could only last so long, and his fingers have raked through his hair way more many times than it was necessary. The minute the first ran out, he lit up another one, that was when he was pulled out his thoughts by a familiar voice. For a moment, he blinked at the brunette woman. Not because he couldn’t recognise her, but more because that he wasn’t expecting to see her so soon. Manuka was a big city, but Killian can genuinely say that the sight of Kentley was something he definitely liked. He didn’t smile, he was a good actor, he could pretend that this hit him hard. He didn’t want to seem like he was heartless, he didn’t want to seem inhuman, which was a funny thought because what else would Killian be if not human? The sad fact was, that the demon just didn’t know. He felt so human that considering anything else was out of the question, and he was clearly convincing because no one suspected that he could be anything other. He liked that, even though his obliviousness of his true form was genuine, someone would have said something, right? Maybe. “I ... um ... Hi.” He said, adding a shake to his fingers as he put the cigarette to his lips. “A shooting, how ironic no? At the shooting range.” He smiled a small, sarcastic little smile at himself at the words, because really they weren’t supposed to be funny but they amused the male. “I think she’ll live. The ambulance came quickly.” His voice was soft, a monotone almost, and he raised his deep blue eyes to look at the beautiful brunette and was as struck by her eyes as he had been the first time. He tilted his head to the side a little, and took another drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stepping on it. “You should count your blessings that you didn’t come here just a few minutes earlier, Kentley.” He murmured and put his hands in his pockets, shivering a little at the cold. He wanted to seem natural, and human habit told him that this was the way that humans behaved and therefore he did it without thinking about it. In actuality, he couldn’t get cold so easily. “What are you doing here anyway?” He asked, relaxing a little, though he could feel the blood drying on his shirt and sticking to his skin. He tugged at the shirt to peel it away from his skin, the wet coolness didn’t feel good, so he was glad to get it off his skin. “I really didn’t think I’d see you so soon, though, I’m not complaining.” Smile. Genuine this time. He didn’t have an unattractive smile, it lit up his features, made him look less alien because he’s been said to have that look. Or well, the guy he possessed had that look, but he was the guy now, no? He took his life, his identity and got with the hunters he was with in the first place, and no one was suspecting him and Killian was grateful. But now he’s changed his identity, and that was as real as the guy’s identity had seemed. “Sit. I think we need to sit.” He murmured, feigning distress as he moved to a step and sat down, hands in his lap.

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[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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Seeing the tiniest bit of surprise in Killian’s eyes made her smile a little. It was an odd sight seeing him shocked and it made her smile. He was a hunter so he was supposed to be ready for anything to come at him. But he was obviously not expecting this. A shooting was a rare occurrence at a shooting range unless it was filled with people who didn’t abide by the rules. Kentley didn’t doubt that the girl was unaware of the standards of a shooting rage and her ignorance played out, getting her hurt. It was a terrible incident and Kentley felt bad for the girl, but there was nothing she could do now that the deed was done and she was away in the ambulance. Kentley nodded at Killian and looked at his shirt again. “Well I’m glad she’ll be alright,” she said softly, her thick accent coming out still. She hoisted her gun case in her hands as it was slowly becoming heavier the longer she toted it around.

“I cain’t imagine what it was like.” She wished she could reach out and somehow comfort him, but she had her hands full and she didn’t really know what to say to someone who had just seen another person being shot. Of course Killian had probably done more than his fair share of killing people though she refused to think about that. Kentley didn’t want to think that he would so easily be able to kill her, too. She liked Killian and thought he was fun to be around. Perhaps it was how dangerous he was that initially drew her to him, but he had saved her life the first night he met her (even if he did shoot an arrow at her head—which he claims to have purposefully missed—because he wanted to scare her). Still he had gotten her to the safety of her own home and she had stayed up all that night talking with him until they finally fell asleep not two feet from each other. Kentley owed him her life and that was more she could say for a lot of people.

His question made her laugh. “Well,” she started, “I’m at a range, whatcha think I’m doin’?” She held up her gun case to further prove her point. “I told you I liked shootin’, ‘member?” She smiled and let her arm drop to her side. Kentley looked at the ground letting her smile broaden when he spoke again, smiling at her. She could feel a warmness in her face that told her she was blushing and she internally hit herself. Kentley looked back up at him though, her cheeks pink and said, “Yeah I’m glad to see you, too.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “Even if the circumstances are…not that great.” She didn’t know how to describe a situation where someone got shot so that was the best she could come up with.

At his suggestion to sit, she followed him to the few steps that lead to the range and set down her case at her feet. Her eyes grew worried as she looked at him and she touched his hands in his lap. “You okay?” she asked. “I mean you did just witness someone getting’ shot, so…” Kentley let her words trail off trying to give him some time to reply. She wondered what was going through his mind and if he really was okay with it.

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THANKS KAY

[KILLIAN TOBIAS CLAYTON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #000000 solid 12px; border-bottom: #000000 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] In all honesty, Killian was over the fact that someone got shot and he was the one who had to take care of it. It was more of making himself seem like he cared more than he actually did. Maybe he thought he cared this much, simply because the girl had been an innocent, but when Kentley spoke he gave her a soft smile and nodded. "Yes. The shot didn't land in a fatal area, though it was her stomach." Killian was no doctor, but he'd patched up a few wounds in his time, and he could see that the only way she would die would be extreme blood loss, and that didn't seem to be the case with the girl who was just whisked off in an ambulance. Kentley's words though, they were more genuine than his could ever be. From the first time he met her, he could see that she was a gentle soul really, but fierce. Fierce when it came to protecting loved ones, and Killian was actually glad he got to meet her. But her next words made him contemplate the situation a little more. It hadn't been like anything, Killian had seen much more blood in his lifetime than was healthy, but this was more for show, even if he didn't realise it. "I don't think you want to imagine what that was like, Kentley." He told her softly, his voice low and almost thoughtful, and then he met her eyes. "If there are insane people running around shooting innocents ... I want you to be safe, alright?" He told her, not caring if that seemed forward, or if it seemed strange that he was saying that. She knew he was a hunter, and when he spoke about such things, there was no way that the demon was not serious. "Just ... promise you'll call someone if you even sense danger?" Promise you'll call me. The unsaid thought finished in his own mind, but he didn't want to tie her down to him. He would protect her as he would any innocent, but after the night that they spent talking, he cares about what happens to this girl and he prays that she keeps safe. Not that he ha prayed to anything about anything, but that was the thought that counted. The good intentions. His question had not been thought out, because he remembered her telling him that she liked shooting, and the gear in her arms was a good indication to the answer of his question anyway. He laughed softly at her answer, the motion lighting up his whole expression. Really, there was never a whole lot of things for Killian to laugh about. He was a misfit in a hunter world, and even though he had found people to align himself with, he wasn't still fully accepted, flitting from place to place. He was hoping that Manuka would be somewhere he gets to stay a while. "That's right. I do remember." He assured her, not wanting it to seem like he hadn't been listening to her. Her smile was contagious, and her accent was something that Killian found really endearing. The rest of her was just that too, but the accent was something he really liked, and he figured he could just listen to her speak for a long time. His blue eyes flicked to the blush in her cheeks, and that brought some hope to the hunter as he tilted his head. "We'll need to remedy that, no?" He asked, blatant way of getting them to see each other again. "Meet under better circumstances, when hopefully, I'm not covered in someone else's blood." He chuckles a little and puts his hands in his pockets, such a human gesture that you'd never think he was anything else. When they did sit, he leaned his back against the wall, and her concern warmed him. He nodded and offered a smile. "You know me, I've shot a few people in my time." He didn't add that he'd maimed, and tortured and ripped apart, but Kentley didn't need to know that. "It's just something about an innocent getting hurt, it gets me every time." He admits to her, maybe falsely, but to him that was real in the moment. He was surprised by how open he could be with the brunette girl, and his head was facing toward her. He watched her for a few moments, before looking away, not wanting to get caught staring. "How about we take our mind off this with what we came here for, hm?" He asked, his fingers itching to do something, and right now his best bet was to grab a hold of that gun and shoot the shit out of all those targets. "Make it a little competition? Show me how good you are." Killian would not under estimate this girl, never, but this could be just a little but of fun and he wouldn't mind getting his ass kicked. Even if he was a hunter.

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