Chicago, The windy city [Finished]

[dudedude2211]

[T.T i see what you did there. beelze and bub... T.T what the fuck, man.]
Even as the table is pushed against him, he maintains eyes contact. Should illusion stop for any reason... he had another one in store for the hunter. Normally, though, it isn't an illusion. Fire. Producer of heat and light. Man's best friend and man's worst enemy. Savior and killer of humankind. Etc, etc.
After the hunter stops pushing so hard, the daemon stands up, and pulls out his intricately carved black knife, in case he needs it. Odds are, he wouldn't, as the hunter appeared to already be starting to slip...
'Aww, and I didn't even get to burn him...' the daemon thought as he watched the man, still sending the images from his mind to the hunters. He decided to do something... at the bottom of the hole the hunter thought he was falling down, he would see a stack of really soft things to cushion his fall, but they would appear to be falling, and faster than he saw he was.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam notices the shift and closes his eyes, he slowly reaches behind him and pulls out his desert eagle. Pointing it toward where the daemon was, Carefully picturing where the man's heart was. He would either get tackled or cause a scene but regardless he was determined to get out of this.

He had heard of daemons but he didn't know if he had the ability yet to fully take one down. He takes in a very deep breath as he stiffens his body and points directly at the daemon, he started to forget where exactly his heart was but he pointed toward where he felt it was. He ended up pointing it slightly lower to make sure he hits the daemon. His movements are slow but fluid as he lets out his breath and opens his eyes, Pulling the trigger toward the deamon.

The should would put a .357 hole in the deamon if he didn't move. Regardless it got the attention of the bar and the hunter as well as the daemon both new the police was most likely on their way. Adam was pressing the deamon for time. He starts to laugh if the vision did not disperse from possible distraction due to shooting a gun right at him. If he is still in the illusion the hunter would shout "Now Vincent! Do it NOW!"

[dudedude2211]

[T.T ive got writers block]
Since he had already moved to a different spot, and knew that the hunter was aiming by memory when he had pulled out the gun, the daemon moved, and the bullet grazed his back, damaging a wing instead of hitting his heart.
'I'll... kill him. And I'll enjoy it! And then I'll kill the rest of them!' he thought to himself as the hunters hand started burning and he stopped the illusion. The man's hand then caught on fire, and when it was to the point where he would most likely drop the gun, the fire went out. He wouldn't necessarily kill this one just yet... but he would disable him. If the hunter tried to pick up his gun with his other hand, the same would happen to that one.
"You humans are all the same! If you're not trying to kill me, you're ridiculing my very fucking existence!" the daemon shouted, angry now at humans in general. Some people in the bar noticed what was going on and left, but others stayed. The few that stayed just had no idea what was going on, and the only words going through their heads would be what, the, and fuck.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

The hunter started to wave his arm furiously before dropping the gun, cussing as he finally sighs when the flame is out. He looks at the daemon with an expressionless face, "It does not matter your race, You simply acted cruelly and caused an unbalance... You need to be liberated from this burden." is all he says as he lifts his left hand out, hand draping down. In a blink he flicks his wrist up and launches a bolt from his wrist at the daemon's chest. It would seem the hunter's speed has suddenly shifted and became slightly more precise and fluid. The instance the bolt left his sleeve the man flexed his right and pulled out another bolt, loading it into the left sleeve and then proceeded to raise his wrist once more. Aside from the commotion inside that they were causing, It would most likely be noticeable that some form of commotion was happening outside as well.

[dudedude2211]

The bolt had pierced his heart... or so it had appeared. If he was smart enough, he would realize that the daemon had expected something like that and had, just barely, managed to get out of the way. He had made sure to maintain eye contact as he did so, implanting the vision of him falling to the floor, dead. This hunter was getting closer and closer to wearing him out and actually doing that... but it wouldn't happen that quickly.
As the hunter tried to load the bolt into the wrist crossbow, it started to burn. It caught on fire, melting to a pool of liquid if it was metal, and ash if it was wood. He then had a white knife to his throat.
"I wasn't just talking about you." the daemon said calmly and smoothly as he recalled the past...
He was in a city... This city. He was in a part of it that had a low population, but that didn't mean there weren't any humans. They would have seen him as a child, as at the time he was rather young. They threw stones from the streets at him, some threw actual bladed weapons. He hadn't done anything to them, but that was the nature of humans. If it's different, fear it. That is the way that they are. Over time he began to hate humans. One day they...
'No... I can't think about that now.' he thought to himself.
"If anything is different, humans immediately fear it. I hate them because they hate me." he said, still in the same calm, smoothe voice.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam drops the bolt as the tip starts to melt before he can slide it up his sleeve, He drops it and looks around before he notices the blade. "I don't care if you're human or not... when you upset the balance....I don't hate you... I just want you to stop...." he looks down at the deamon with the same monotone and calm voice.

With surprising speed for a human he flexes and has another bolt in his hand as he thrusts it at the daemon's arm, if he sticks it or not is not the issue, he uses the motion of his thrust to lean the opposite way toward his gun. He rolls over the gun and grabs it until he is under the table. A small slash on his neck starts to run down and stain his shirt. He stopped rolling and fired a single round toward where the deamon was as he grabs the edge of the table and yanks it down, blocking the view of the daemon. He quickly holsters his gun and gets in a position to run it for the door when the time was right. He grabs the stand of the table and takes a deep breath in. If all goes well he'll run toward the door with the table acting like a make shift shield. He knows he's going to die some day, but today is not that day.

[dudedude2211]

"I didn't mean just you." the daemon replied, not quite so angry now, but still not happy that a hunter could get so strong...
Then the hunter shoves a crossbow bolt in his arm, and the bullet had grazed his leg. This hunter is damn lucky that he had been through worse.
Then the daemon walks out after speaking.
"My name... is Nakashi Aharo. Just know that the next time we meet, I won't let you get away." he says in the same smooth voice, hardly showing a hint of emotion.
As he walks out, he shoves aside any human that gets in his way. If they have a weapon pointed at him, he burns their hands. Basically, he's trying to give the message "Don't mess with me."

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam breath catches up to him as he starts to cough. He was scared for a moment but thankful to the gods he managed to survive his first deamon encounter. He quickly opened his ledger and wrote down 'FIRE' next to his parent's notes about deamons. He needed to get some flame retardant gloves among other things. For now he peaked his head up over his makeshift table shield. Noticing officers outside he decides to escape through the back. He can't help but start to laugh once he gets outside. "Holy shit..." he mutters to himself as he puts his hands on his knees to keep his balance. "I can't just do that again...." he stands up and stretches holding the back of his head with his hands and his elbows up in the air. "note to self... don't threaten a deamon...." he laughs as he starts to walk off, hearing a sound from further behind him he decides to briskly walk back to his house. Yet on his way he can't help but notice the alleys as well as the few other bars that scatter his walk.

[dudedude2211]

'Fuck, that was hunter was good. I won'tbe flying for a while, though. I could use the money from that hunter I killed a few days back to buy one... he had a lot of money on him.' he thought to himself. But he couldn't... Humans put age restrictions on things like driving.
So, instead, he took the $500,000 to a cheap hotel, and then he had $499,990. He would stay there and wait until his wing, arm and leg healed. He had survived, but at the cost of long term use of his arms or legs, and the use of his wings.
He sat there, just sitting there. 'It'll heal eventually' he kept thinking to himself until he beleived it.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam makes it home, afraid and nervous. He proceeds to bolt his house down and bunker up. The one thing he had grown to appreciate from his parent's legacy was their idea of security and sanctuary. This was the first time he had encountered anything other than a fledgling vampire or over confident were-beast. He fades in and out of sleep for most of the night. In the morning he makes sure to rise bright and early as he gets out on the open road. He had heard of trouble out west near Vegas. He decided to take a look, Maybe he could make a few friends or simply hone his skills.

If nothing interrupts him, he will leave Chicago.

[dudedude2211]

He stopped believing it by morning. It had barely even started to heal, and he couldn't fly under these conditions. So unless he would walk to Vegas, he was stuck. This was supposed to be a short stop on the way... but it turned into more than that. Always with the hunters, and always with the delays. He could never get anywhere without encountering one. In Siberia he fought one. In Rome he fought the same one. He was almost never not fighting a hunter...
'Damn it... who could that be... Oh yeah, I know who. It's probably another hunter.' he thought as he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door, but it was just a janitor. He was getting jumpy...
'Walking it is, then.' he thought to himself as he began the long walk. Or he could use the trick with illusion to appear older and blow the rest of his money on renting a car. That seemed a lot better than walking.
So he walked to a car rental place, and rented a car using illusion to appear to be twenty five. If all went well, he would be there within a day or two.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam finishes locking everything up in his parent's house and puts everything he is bringing with him in the vehicle. He flips down the sun visor as he looks around the double check he has everything. Something shimmers as if out of a movie, a pair of black 360 sunglasses that call to him. The rim is smooth yet rigid as it curves over his eyes. This is a good sign for him because in all honesty, he is not too fond of the sun in his eyes. He starts the engine as he drives off. Never once looking back on Chicago.

(Adam is gone from Chicago)