The demon went down with a thud, and his comrade yanked him up and kept running. The leader mumbled something under his breath as he glared at Amora's stiff and shaking body, "...not work the effort...probably isn't even the right one..." as he stalked after the others.<br/><br/>Amora let out a sputtering gasp as the icy water was poured on her. She got up on her hands and knees, coughing and rubbing the bump on the back of her head.<span style="font-style: italic">Ugh...what a headache...</span>she thought, and stiffened as she noticed the black boot in front of her. Her eyes crept up towards her master's face, and she grew pale.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh God... he found me.</span>She scrambled to get up, but as soon as she put weight on her right leg, she fell back down, biting her tongue so she wouldn't scream from the pain. She glanced back at her blood-covered leg, feeling ill from the sight of it and the fact that Midnight was far from pleased with her right now. She looked up at him pleadingly, but found no compassion in his red eyes, so with some effort, she managed to stand up, putting her weight on her uninjured leg. She blurted out, "I was only doing what you told me!" and covered her mouth quickly so as to not say anything esle that might get her into even more trouble. "I'm sorry..." she whimpered, tearing up and bowing her head again.<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/>"Where did those cowardly bastards go?" the demon muttered to himself as he walked past house after house, looking around. "They couldn't have gotten f-" He was cut off as he was yanked into a dark alley by a cloaked man. The others were with this stranger as he spoke, "What of this one? Did you find her?" The demon dusted himself off, and glared daggers at the other two who were trying to regain their breath, "You never said she had a psychotic master." he grumbled. The stranger's pitch black eyes narrowed and he asked with emphasis on each word he spoke, "Is. She. The. One?" The guy with the blade in the back of his thigh nodded, then stifled a yell as he yanked his own knife out and tied his belt around his leg to keep it from bleeding out, casting the knife to the floor.<br/><br/>The cloaked man bent to pick up the knife, and his eyes seemed to spark with black fire as he noticed something. Moving with the speed of a wolf, he slammed the one demon into the brick wall with one hand, holding the knife up between their faces. "You injured her." The demon grew pale, shaking his head quickly, he stuttered, "No, i-it was an accident!" The others looked on as the cloaked man's glare intensified, "I gave specific instructions for her not to be harmed...for this, you will be punished." "No, no! Please NO!" the demon shrieked as the stranger placed a single finger on the demon's forehead.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Fwoom!</span><br/><br/>The other demons watched in horror as their comrade was reduced to a smoldering pile of ashes and shards of bone. The stranger turned to them, strands of silvery hair partly covering his deep black eyes, and said, "Bring the girl to me, or suffer a fate worse than his."