Jasper felt his eyes light up slightly as the hunters slowed down, as if his vision had only just returned to him; and it was as if the world was in slow-motion, until he realised it was only those two who were slowly dragging themselves through the atmosphere, appearing almost as if they were being pulled back by an invisible rope. How did you do that?
Unable to access Trinette's mind, he barely even listened for a response, and immediately ceased in his brief attempt to enter. The sharp, icy pain returned through his veins; an inhumane scream shrieked in his ears, every bone in his body becoming cold. It's having a different effect on me ... it must be my species. Or -
He slowly pulled his hand away from his wounded chest, staring down to see his bloodstained fingertips, and the dark liquid resting in the lines across his palm. It singed the surface of his skin where the blood rested, mixed with a single silver droplet: poison. But as the pain grew stronger, stranger, he realised something. It's not just poison ... Not what hunters regularly use, at least.
That's when the burning started; screaming beneath his skin.
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