The Hunter.
It was raining and she was about to leave her job. She was
beautiful. Long blonde hair, green eyes, long legs and very stupid.
The ideal woman for a human. He had seen many men attempt advances and
seen only two men n the past 4 weeks succeed. He had thought of trying
himself but decided against it. ~What happens if I am not shot down~
he thought. ~It would ruin the feeling~ She left and continued down
the street towards him. He backed into the alley and imersed himself
in the shadows. His adrenalin pumped. A bead of sweat ran down his
fore head. In a mere second or two she would pass in front of him and
he would have approximetly 3 seconds to react. Those seconds passed
like hours. He was becoming impatient when he heard her footsteps.
His muscles tensed and then she appeared in font of him. He jumped out
grabbed her around the waist with one hand and puts his large hand
over her mouth. He was large and extremly muscular and his prey was
not. She hadn't a chance. She used her teeth to bite into his hand and
he rather enjoyed it. The rush was exilerating. He felt very alive.
More alive than he felt in almost five years when he first stepped
foot in this city. He loved the city life and he would not leave
voluntarily but he missed the ability to run naked in the woods. He
missed the hunt of his prey. He missed the kill.
He put the duck tape over her mouth and tied her hands togther. Then
he threw her into the back of his truck.
She was struggling in the back of the truck and every time he
made a sharp turn he could hear here slam into the van walls. It
amused him so much he started to make his turns sharper. He felt alive
again and he wasn't going to deprive himself of any little rise in his
rush. He pulled up in front of the buiding and looked in the back. She
was looking at him and she was crying. Her tears rolled down her
face and dropped onto the floor of the van. The rain pounded on the
roff of the car and there was a smal leak in the oof of the van that
was allowing a little bit of water to tricke in and fall into a
puddle next to her.He might have been woried about her seeing his face
but she wasn't going to be able to tell any one save her god. She
wouldn't see anything but that face for the rest of her life.
She tried very hard to fall off the shoulder of her kidnapper. After
awile it became annoying so he just dropped her and smiled as she
wiggled like a worm on the floor of the dirty dusty old building. He
had dropped her to make her hopfully realize that even if she won she
would still be helpless. He realized it worked once she began to cry
and lay still. He picked her back up and hoisted her onto his
shoulder once again. She continued to struggle. ~Humans are weird
creatures indeed~ He thought. ~She realizes even if she wins and
falls she will still be helpless and will have one nothing~ He
reached the stairs and walked up quickly. Once on the second floor he
placed her onto the ground. She could see a bare empty room with a
table a bed in the corner farthest from the stairs. It was nothing
but a matress on the floor. There was a door next to the matress and
a couple of feet away from the door was a large cabinet. In the
middle of the room was a roll of barb wire wound loosely. A table and
chair sat next to it. He walked over to the cabinet on the far wall
and opened it but she could not see what he was doing. He was so big.
He pulled some thing out of the cabinet and turned around and she was
frozen in horror. It was a buzzsaw. He walked over and put it on the
table and continued over to her. The large man picked her up and
dropped her on the floor next the table. He noticed her eyes darting
back and forth from him to the buzzsaw and back again. Her fear put a
smile on his face. She knew her doom was I evetable and her sobs
began again. ~Oh poor me. I am going to die~ The thought made him
laugh. And his laughter filled the woman with even more fear. He
walked over to the doors and locked them with a password lock. He
walked to the other door and locked that one as well. He then
approached the woman. She knew she was going to die now. Even if she
got out of her restraints and away from him she wouldn't be able to
get out and he would eventually get her. If she killed him she would
starve to death in this room. He crossed the distance from the door
to her and was now picking up the buzzsaw on the table. He walked
over, smiled, and then turned on the buzzsaw. The sound it made added
to his adrenalin rush. He then did the unexpected. He used the
buzzsaw to cut through the duck tape. The blade was about 5in in
diamiter and it also caught some of the flesh. The girl welped under
her gag of duck tape and then ripped the tape from her mouth. Blood
trickled down her hands and legs as the cuts from the buzzsaw blade
were a lot deeped than he had expected. The woman jumped up and
started to run but was limping. ~The buzzsaw blade cut a little to
much~ he showed a look of disapointment and then ran after the girl
who was running towards the cabinet. ~Smart girl. To bad though.~ She
opened the cabinet to find many different types of blades and grabbed
a big machete. When she turned around he simply took the machete from
her hands and shoved the buzzsaw into her face. Bloodsprayed all
over him and the rush was uncontrolable now. She grabbed her face and
tried to stop the bleeding as she ran away from him. He ran after her
and swung with the machete at her legs. Missed the first time but the
second swing hit low at her ankle severing it good. As she fell he
dropped the machete and pinned her to the ground with his free hand
He used the buzzsaw as a pencil and traced a line down her injured
leg. Her muscle popped out from the skin and slid to the ground with
a delightful sound that made him smile. She was screaming in pain as
well as terror now. Bleeding to death wasn't a thing fun to
expierence ~but it sure is fun to watch~ He flipped her over roughly
and slammed his finger into her eye woth such forse the eyeball
receded into her head. He continued to push it until the eyeball
poped from the pressure and juices exploded outward. It was a
wonderful feeling he had now as she wiggled and squirmed, screamed
and twitched. He got up and she tried to crawl away but her face was
covered with blood and she could't see very well. She was
disorientated from the pain and was terrorfied for the man was now
laughing. He walked over and kicked her hard in the ribs. She flipped
onto her back and she could barly make out the foot coming down
towards her skull.
Garison stood 6 ft 4in. He had brown eyes and short brown hair. He
was strikingly handsome and muscular. He often rented a hotel room
and took several women to bed at once. None minded sharing such a
stud. He cared nothing for the humans and elves in this world. He
came from another world were his race was the top of the food chain.
There were humans there to but they were cattle. They were murdered
for pleasure or enslaved. He was not human as he appeared to be. He
was not born on earth. On his planet humans were slaves. He never
wanted to be here. He didn't choose this. He needed to hunt. He
needed to stalk prey and kill it with his bare hands. He should be a
god here. Yet he was nothing more than an immigrant, an illegal
immigrant. He had snuck into Nexus about a year earlier. He had
planed on finding a way he could travel in and out of the city freely
but he never found it. He was sick of eating cooked meat and killing
animals for his pleasure. He wanted a more challenging prey but did
not want to be discovered. He didn't want to get a life sentence at
NeoTex so that the humans could see him rot in prison for a century.
He just had to kill. It was in his nature. Now he had to figure out
who was next.
He didn't have enough time to figure out his next victum because
more important things had come up. He had to feed himself didn't he.
Be sides the nourshement he got from his last victum he still had to
make a living and Garrison didn't exactly pinch pennys. He was a big
spender and his corporate job was ok for now but he would have to
find away to some how exploit his surroundings. The first thing he
figured he would do is to find out what his corp. (NexTel Ind.) was
working on behind the scenes. He figured he could make alot of money
with some corp. R&D files but he didn't want them to figure out who
stole the files. THis would require a trip to Alpha to talk to a
gang. ~But whcich gang? The ravens are the largest gang down there
now but they are to loud and don't have good deckers to hack NexTel
Corp security. Well there is always The Clan. I heard thye got some
great deckers on there payroll and are good at those covert
operations. I just hope that don't squel when squeezed.~ He would go
tommarow morning and ask for assitance. He would bring enough money
to have them begging to do the job but he only wanted to give them
scraps for the work he needed done. as far as he was concerned ~Fuck
Them! I just want what I want~ He was still undecided what sex to go
as.
After long consideration he decided to go as a girl. People don't
ussually feel thretened by a girl. ~I'll give them the old innocent
slut routine and get them to the job for dirt cheap~ In a low halter
top and shorts that hugged her ass so there was no room for guessing,
she walked into the Cyberotica Club. She spoke to the man at the bar
which had looked closed and deserted. The bartender was drunk passed
out behind the bar and it took a minute to get him up. The bartender
had told her that he would get his employer. She could hardly wait to
meet SicK. Some have said that he is a hunter also. Not born into it
but none the less of the vampric persuasion. But to her it was just
rumors. ~He's probably just some juicer with an addiction to red.
Thats why everyone says hes so strong.~ The thought that he might
come down and buisness with her was getting her wet, so to speak, in
her current form. If he was he coud be a valuable asset or allie. He
could also be risk. She might as well see if he is worthy prey or a
fellow hunter.
I know all you readers out there would love to know what is happening
right now in the Cybererotica Club (A.K.A. The Clan HQ), between
Slash, SicK, and everyones favorite serial killing werewolf. I am
kinda wondering that myself. But I like to give my PCs some space.
Some room to breathe. Everyone deserves some space now and then. So I
respect that. Instead of writing the story you guys want to hear I am
writing a story about me sitting outside the Cybererotica club in a
cab waiting for the Wolf. Apparently it called a cab and I figured
I'd
write myself in as the cabbie.
See I know I should be explaining to you guys what those three are
talking about but then you would know. Gotta have secrets. Oh shit
her
it comes. Damn its actually preatty hot looking for a Werewolf!
As the young girl slips into the cab she mutters her
destination and sprawls out in the back seat. The cabbie Asks "Are
you
ok?" as he nervously looks in the rear-view mirror (right
here....right hat that point I was shitting my pants!! Bitch was
crazy!) "I feel like dining out tonight! Know anyone Good? HaHaHaHa!!
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