It was fortunate that Tyki already knew where Michael lived, though the tricky part would be doing this without waking up the Exorcist General who lived in the same house
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Michael frowned in his sleep; there was someone in his room, and they weren't Nena or Cross, which meant that they had no business being there. His hand was closed around his knife (damn Cross for not getting him a gun) before he his eyes were even fully open, and he lay there, ready to attack. Unfortunately for them, Michael liked to stab first and ask questions later.
Tyki saw the frown and assumed that Michael was still dreaming, but either way it didn't matter. He reached out, quick as a striking snake, to slam the ether over Michael's nose and mouth while the other hand reached to grab him by the hair and stop him from moving his head to try to get away.
Michael didn't even have time to react before something was pressed over his mouth and nose (he'd never had someone move so fast that he couldn't track), and he was more or less hauled out of the bed by his hair. He had already inhaled a bit through what he realised was a piece of cloth, and judging by the smell, he really didn't want to inhale a second time. Luckily, Michael kept hold of his weapon, and without any warning, stabbed backwards into the person behind him.
The blade seemed to meet nothing but air, though considering the angle of the arms holding Michael with preternatural strength, there had to have been someone right there.
Tyki chuckled as the boy stabbed a knife towards him, and into where his body would be. Of course it was a normal knife, so there was little chance that it could hurt him. "Oh no, that's not going to work," he purred into Michael's ear.
He stepped backwards, still keeping the cloth over Michael's mouth, and dragging him towards the exterior wall.
At any other time, that would be a turn on, but right now he was getting the idea that he was kinda fucked. In that position, he should have hit flesh, but his knife met with nothing but air. Never one to give up easily though, he slashed his knife at the hand trying to suffocate him and struggled violently as he was dragged backwards. What the fuck was going on?
The knife passed right through the hand holding the handkerchief in place as if it weren't there. It tore right through the thin cloth and nicked Michael right on the lower lip.
"Oh, oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Tyki tut-tutted. "You might damage that pretty face of yours."
They passed right through the wall of the house and Tyki rose up into the air with his struggling prey, headed for a nearby bit of wilderness.
Fucking what the fuck? So not only was Michael being fucking abducted in the middle of the night (abducted right through a goddamn wall), but his 'kidnapper' was invulnerable to physical attacks. And to top it off, Michael couldn't hold his breath any longer. He gasped, breathed in desperately, felt the world invert itself for a second, and between one moment and the next he was out cold.
Tyki breathed out a sigh of relief as he felt Michael go limp in his arms. The ether wouldn't keep him out for more than a few minutes, but it gave him some breathing room.
He twisted the knife from Michael's hand and slipped it into his own pocket. Then he dabbed the bit of blood from the self-inflicted cut, looking at it critically. He hadn't intended to hurt the kid, but technically it wasn't him who'd caused the injury. And it wasn't very deep. He didn't think it would scar.
A few moments later, he landed in a clearing in the middle of a forest, and let Michael fall to the ground. He slipped the handkerchief into his pocket, lit up a cigarette, and sat down on a nearby stump as he waited for him to wake up.
Something kept trying to draw his attention, but every time he tried to focus on it, his mind drifted and he lost his train of thought. Something about... walls? Flying? He groaned, rolled over, and managed to stab himself on a twig and hit his head on a rock. That cleared the fog from his head and he groaned again as he tried to sit up. Shit. Cross was never gonna let him live it down.
Tyki got to his feet, taking a drag from his cigarette and then exhaling the smoke. "You're awake, finally," he said conversationally.
"Before we get started, I'd just like to make it clear that this is nothing personal," he went on. "I've got nothing really against you, but someone does, and I didn't mind helping that person out a bit."
Michael, finally upright, sighed and rolled his eyes, resting his forearms against his knees. Now that he wasn't being dragged around and could see his attacker, he'd calmed somewhat. Still kinda wary of the whole 'passing through objects thing' though.
"So it was you who signed up for that pathetic anonymous request. Joy. I thought you were better than that, Tyki." He smirked, then winced as the cut on his lip he split open again. He glared as a thought occurred to him.
"Like I listen to a word Cross says." The words were automatic though as Michael got to his feet - he won't be at a disadvantage with this guy - his eyes watching Tyki's every move carefully.
He opened his mouth, but didn't respond to the taunt (for once in his goddamn life) and settled for glaring again, knowing that the knife would be useless anyway. Another thought occurred to him and he couldn't help but laugh as he remembered something from that post.
"Yeah, but you're not actually here to hurt me, are you? You're just supposed to 'scare me', right?" Well that certainly changed things.
Tyki rose to his own feet, a wicked grin coming to his face. "Oh yes, I was hired to scare you," he said.
"But that doesn't mean I might not have a bit of fun of my own before I let you go. Since I've got you alone."
He lunged forward, arm outstretched. If Michael didn't manage to avoid the strike, it would go right through him. And judging from the way people usually reacted to that, Michael's lungs would freeze up, at the very least.
As soon as Tyki started moving, Michael was on guard; he'd already had a taste of how fast he could move and there was no way that sonofabitch was gonna get the jump on him again.
Even so, although he dodged backwards, arm up to knock away Tyki's, it still wasn't enough, and Michael found himself looking down at an arm pushed right through his chest.
Michael's body froze up as the intrusion sliced through him and back out through his spine. Though Tyki wasn't actually touching him or hurting him at all, somehow Michael's body would know that there was something terribly, terribly wrong.
"Yes..." Tyki purred, his gold eyes glinting with sadistic enjoyment. "You see, I have a very special ability. I can choose what I want to touch."
He withdrew his arm a few inches, so that his hand was now all the way inside Michael's body. "For example, I can touch your spine."
As he spoke, he curled his fingers around Michael's spinal column, and felt the roughness of bone under his fingers. "Can you feel that? How much force do you think it would take for me to snap your back like a twig?"
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Tyki chuckled as the boy stabbed a knife towards him, and into where his body would be. Of course it was a normal knife, so there was little chance that it could hurt him. "Oh no, that's not going to work," he purred into Michael's ear.
He stepped backwards, still keeping the cloth over Michael's mouth, and dragging him towards the exterior wall.
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"Oh, oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Tyki tut-tutted. "You might damage that pretty face of yours."
They passed right through the wall of the house and Tyki rose up into the air with his struggling prey, headed for a nearby bit of wilderness.
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He twisted the knife from Michael's hand and slipped it into his own pocket. Then he dabbed the bit of blood from the self-inflicted cut, looking at it critically. He hadn't intended to hurt the kid, but technically it wasn't him who'd caused the injury. And it wasn't very deep. He didn't think it would scar.
A few moments later, he landed in a clearing in the middle of a forest, and let Michael fall to the ground. He slipped the handkerchief into his pocket, lit up a cigarette, and sat down on a nearby stump as he waited for him to wake up.
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Tyki got to his feet, taking a drag from his cigarette and then exhaling the smoke. "You're awake, finally," he said conversationally.
"Before we get started, I'd just like to make it clear that this is nothing personal," he went on. "I've got nothing really against you, but someone does, and I didn't mind helping that person out a bit."
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"So it was you who signed up for that pathetic anonymous request. Joy. I thought you were better than that, Tyki." He smirked, then winced as the cut on his lip he split open again. He glared as a thought occurred to him.
"Where's my knife?"
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Well, Michael wasn't nearly scared enough, but that was all right. He'd had one heart-stopping moment, and Tyki could give him another.
That would likely fulfil the terms of his deal.
"Your knife is mine now, until I choose to give it back," he purred. "But I don't need a knife to hurt you, Michael."
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He opened his mouth, but didn't respond to the taunt (for once in his goddamn life) and settled for glaring again, knowing that the knife would be useless anyway. Another thought occurred to him and he couldn't help but laugh as he remembered something from that post.
"Yeah, but you're not actually here to hurt me, are you? You're just supposed to 'scare me', right?" Well that certainly changed things.
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"But that doesn't mean I might not have a bit of fun of my own before I let you go. Since I've got you alone."
He lunged forward, arm outstretched. If Michael didn't manage to avoid the strike, it would go right through him. And judging from the way people usually reacted to that, Michael's lungs would freeze up, at the very least.
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Even so, although he dodged backwards, arm up to knock away Tyki's, it still wasn't enough, and Michael found himself looking down at an arm pushed right through his chest.
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"Yes..." Tyki purred, his gold eyes glinting with sadistic enjoyment. "You see, I have a very special ability. I can choose what I want to touch."
He withdrew his arm a few inches, so that his hand was now all the way inside Michael's body. "For example, I can touch your spine."
As he spoke, he curled his fingers around Michael's spinal column, and felt the roughness of bone under his fingers. "Can you feel that? How much force do you think it would take for me to snap your back like a twig?"
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