you enough about it and you saw all that I did in our house."
"Not really getting it I guess. I mean I know you've told me about it, but it seemed like a lot of science. Not my strongest subject. I’m more of a tactics kind of guy. Give me a game of chess and the ability to out maneuver my opponent any day. I just get confused with the atoms and chemicals and all that nonsense. Too complicated."
"Seriously?" He shrugged. I shook my head but said for what felt like the hundredth time, "As long as I know the basics on what it's made of and what I want it to be, I can change it." I shook my head knowing that the statement was going to be forgotten as soon as it left my lips. “For the record, I find science a lot less complicated than chess. At least with science there’s usually the same answer to a problem every time. Same with math.”
“Say what you will. It’s still all just gibberish to me.”
Suddenly the scratching above us stopped and I was on the receiving end of a seriously scathing look. "Now that you've distracted me and put both our lives in danger, you mind finally answering the question of how big his marks were."
I closed my eyes, peeking through one slightly, as I awaited the explosion of curses that were about to fly my way. "Both arms and most of his chest." One second my feet are firm on the ground, the next I'm over Tristan's shoulder and he's running faster than I've ever seen him move. Not one word came out of his mouth. "I'm going to assume this is worse than I thought."
"That wasn't a seeker."
Okay, color me confused. That was the only thing I knew of with marks like that. "Then what was he?"
"Hunter. They don't tell the newbies about them because of how rarely they travel to the surface. They're about ten times more powerful than a Seeker and they're twice as cunning. That also explains the wings."
My eyes opened in surprise, "What the hell does it want with me?"
"I'm not sure. From what I understand, they only come to the surface for a few reasons. A mission from Belial, or one from Lucifer himself are two. There’s a few others I know of, but they’re not really relevant to why it would be after you. Our knowledge on them is kind of limited. You don't normally survive an encounter with a Hunter."
I went quiet. Instead of my usual smart comments, I listened to Tristan’s footsteps as he ran. My mind became a cacophony of thought, blocking out all other sound. It wasn't until Tristan came to a full stop that I realized he'd been trying to ask me something.
I shook my head, but that only made me dizzy seeing as how I was still upside down. "What?"
"I asked if you knew which way we're going." I felt myself being lifted off his shoulder and placed on my feet. His arms holding me steady as I sway from the shift of blood in my head, and if I was being honest, I was starting to feel a bit of the weirdness from earlier though not as badly. "You okay?"
I looked up at him. He looked concerned and I couldn't blame him. This was the second time I'd almost passed out in as many hours. I shrugged.
“Honestly Tristan, I have no idea. This is a lot to process for me on top of what happened earlier. I'm not like you where strange creatures are after me on a daily. And before you start jumping off to conclusions, no that was not a stab at your choice of career. It was an observation."
"Well, I have to admit, even I'm a bit worried here. Not every day you see a and live to tell the tale. They normally don’t leave any witnesses. They only reason I know of them is because of Alex."
"I'm scared to ask, but do you know what it wants me for?"
He sighed, "I wish I had an answer, but I don't. The only thing I can think is maybe you somehow ended up on the Devil's radar as far-fetched as that is. Now before that thing catches up to us, do you know where we are? I'm usually following so I haven't paid as much attention as I probably should have. I can't remember which tunnels we take after this