Supernatural Jump In

The school's main building is a large one, all rain-darkened brick and sharp angles. A crooked clock tower at its center looms over the hunched building, its glistening face reflecting the scattered moonlight like a giant eye. An impartial bystander to the night's events. It casts long, clinging shadows over the schoolyard- shadows that meld into those already belonging to the school itself and providing very little light to see by. No one is supposed to be here so late, and the evenly spaced lampposts lining the parking lot appear to agree with unreliable flickers that warn to turn back. The grounds are gradually hidden by a heavy, rolling fog that pairs with the dreary drizzle of rain to particularly irksome effect. It's as if the night can't decide whether to go the horror movie or pivotal drama route and is attempting to pair both- What with the occasional chill breeze and ominous rustling of bare branches like so many dry bones rasping against each other. The still loneliness of the night; a pervading feeling of isolation-

The bronze moon is high and thankfully- Thankfully- not yet full, though it's close enough to be a concern. He spares it another glance as it's being smothered by cinereal clouds, breaths emerging in short puffs as he tugs at his hood and attempts to lengthen his stride. He's limping, but tries to conceal it by switching up his gait. Damp leaves make an odd almost-crunch sound under his muddy vans. They sound too loud- His breathing sounds too loud compared to his soundless hunters. And he knows that's what they are- they'd been lurking around the school until the last club activities were over and he was forced to convince his friends to leave without him so that they might be spared.

And now- now what is he doing, exactly? Leading them in a bizarre game of full contact hide-and-seek around the school? They'll grow tired of it eventually. He needs to-

"Eep." He breathes, eyes widening when one hulking shadow suddenly blurs into view before him and darts a hand toward his throat. Something glints in the weak moonlight, and he ducks away gracelessly, only just managing to prevent himself from stumbling when a fist to his gut renders all the effort moot. He chokes out a pained breath and sinks to his knees, hunched over his stomach. "Haah 'm not sure that was necessary..."

"You're it!" A raspy voice chuckles, right before a boot connects with the side of his skull and slams him into the muddied grass. Though stars are bursting across his vision and his ears are ringing- and likely bleeding- he can tell that the others have caught up now as well. Weakly, he rolls onto his side and looks up into a grinning, malformed face. The upper half is shadowed, but he can make out a protruding jaw and the glint of fangs exposed in a crooked grin. Welp, horror movie it is then. "You didn't even count to a hundred." A sulky mutter as he attempts to sit up and finds his efforts assisted by a clawed hand digging into his collar and hoisting him into the air. He stills. Too close to his jugular, and by the feverish look in her yellow eyes, she knows it.

"Nah, you just suck at hiding." Someone snickers behind her at the pun and he makes a face, though they can't tell with its lower half hidden. "I really don't have anything to do with this." He tries instead, already soft voice turning velvety and imploring. "And I'm sure you know that I'm no fun to play with. I'm just a student- and I have a calculus test tomorrow-" He's interrupted by a violent shake that does nothing to improve on the state of his scrambled brains. "Shut it, mosquito." Her piercing gaze shifts away from his pallid face to address her companions, already edging closer to him as if they can't wait to take a bite. "Dead or alive? Either way we need to take the body- or whatever's left- can't have humans getting curious again."

He stiffens. Dead or alive?

"You...won't hurt anyone else if I go with you, right?" His voice is small now, just shy of defeated. She turns her attention back toward him with a disappointed frown, dropping him in disgust. "We'd really prefer that you would at least try to fight. You really are a useless 'Angel' huh?"
Angel lands on his knees again, mud squelching into the holes of his jeans and stinging skinned knees as he struggles to right himself and tilts his head to look into her leering face. The rain is picking up and his vision is beginning to blur, but he focuses on the glint of her eyes and speaks as evenly as he can. "I'd really rather not. Signs of a struggle paired with my disappearance would-"

"Hey, shut up and entertain us! Make up for the fact that we had to come all the way out here for this." She tosses a knife at him and it nicks his left hand- spread in a beseeching gesture- before sinking into the earth in front of him. He draws in a shuddering breath.

"Come on, come on!" They begin to goad in eerie unison. "No one's here to save you now! Can't hide behind money and the poor sods you use as cannon fodder! Might as well play a little longer!" They close in with sickening cracks, jaws elongating into snouts and spines hunching with a sudden onslaught of fur and muscle.

Angel ignores the knife- if they had truly intended to give him a chance it would have been silver- and slides a foot backward, body tensed in preparation to- do what, exactly?
Ah, too late to worry over that- the largest werewolf lunges toward him with slavering jaws, just as the moon is hidden from view once more.

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