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The Hunting [Roderic]

Posted: 18 Oct 2015, 23:28
by Ashby (DELETED 7348)
Easy. Easy now. Ashby's voice was hardly above a whisper as he approached the wounded boy. The bloodied form was cowering in the corner, weak from exhaustion and whimpering with fear. He had been badly lacerated - the deep crimson scars covering him, overpowering the paleness of his skin. His hair, dark and matted, was soaked with his blood, clinging to his forehead and the nape of his neck, which seemed to be where a good deal of visible damage had been committed. Two open sores on his jugular gushed with the interior of his neck, exposed muscles throbbing with the desperate pumping of his quickening heartbeat. He stank of impending death.

As Ashby grew closer, he cocked his head slightly, taking a brief moment to observe the young male. He was a teenager, perhaps seventeen. He had several tattoos on his body. The dark hooded sweatshirt he wore was ripped open in areas. He wore jeans, although it was hard to tell by the mess.

Anyone with a heart would have been worried. They would have been empathetic, eager to do anything possible to help this poor tortured soul. But Ashby only felt weariness and hesitancy. He had seen enough in his time when he had been a chief of police and even more now as an investigator for the supernatural devision of the CIA. He had been studying things that most of the world would only mock.

When Ashby was close enough, he bent down, his eyes narrowing as he examined the boy's body. Hey... he tried to appeal to him with what he hoped was a friendly, caring voice. The boy glanced at him from black and blue eyelids, tucking himself tighter into the fetal position. This kid had been bitten by a vampire, that much was obvious to anyone in his field. This, however, was more than just a typical vampire feeding. This was a mutilation. Whoever has done this to him hadn't simply been looking for their next meal. Whoever had done this had wanted the victim to suffer and to endure a long, painful death. Where many vampires would take their fill from a human's blood, seal the wound and leave the victim dazed and confused somewhere with hardly an idea of what had happened, the vampire that did this wanted to be remembered, wanted to make a mark and without question wanted to take a life.

Please... the boy pleaded, Please. Kill me. Ashby looked into his eyes and saw nothing but misery. He had been here for a few hours at least. Who did this to you? Ashby asked, ignoring the beseeching tone of boy's voice. The young man turned his eyes downward, A... monster. the boy struggled to speak, darkness beginning to take him. He began coughing. At first it sounded as though he was clearing his throat. Soon the cough evolved into hacking and then quickly to choking and gasping. He was drowning in his own blood.

Sighing and giving a small inconspicuous shake of his head, Ashby pulled out the Nordic pocket knife from inside of his right boot. With quick, expert movements, Ashby drove the knife into a spot in the teenage boy's spinal chord which killed him immediately. He watched as the small amount of light left in the kid's eyes leave with one last haggard sigh.

Ashby pulled out a white towel from his backpack and wiped it clean of the blood. As he stood from the lifeless body, he took note of his surroundings, trying to find a trail, anything that would indicate where the altercation had come from.

Ashby had found the boy in the corner of a dark alley, curled between a dumpster and a brick wall of various sorts of graffiti. The night air prickled at his skin, indicating the eerie feeling that only autumn could birth. Ashby pulled a camera from his bag and took a series of pictures, both of the fresh corpse and the alleyway itself. He turned toward the opening of the long, narrow opening where his car was parked alongside the curb.

The atmosphere was all too familiar. The damp streets were lit by the chilling glow of the flickering street lights. A slightly deep puddle of rainwater in front of his car reflected the nearby building in its glassy water. Once at the driver's side, he pressed the 'open' button on his keys from inside of his pocket. The car beeped with a welcoming sound. Climbing inside, he closed the car door behind him, adjusting to his seat, finding a comfortable seating position. He took his camera out again, looking through the digital copies on the screen.

He scrolled through the dozen or so he had taken and stopping toward the end of the series, an eyebrow rising in unexpected surprise. He stared at the photo intently. In the picture he was studying, was the entire scene of the alley, taken from the entrance before he had left. On top of one of the roofs, he could swear there was a shadowy figure, who seemed to be holding something that gleamed.

Re: The Hunting [Roderic]

Posted: 19 Oct 2015, 20:38
by Roderic
I'm not a good guy, anyone can tell you. Even my wife calls me an arsehole, but there's one thing I don't like and I'm not real sure why. I believe in survival of the fittest, but it's not even a remotely close fair fight when someone that's at least twice someone's age and experience picks on that younger person. In this case it's a kid. I don't come across these situations a lot. Maybe once or twice before in my life, but I seem to have found myself in it tonight.

Some dick of a vampire was picking on a kid. Some vampire that wasn't taught right, or frankly didn't give a rats ***. Either way, I don't care. Was it an easy meal? Sure. But easy didn't make it right and anyone who thought feeding on a kid after harassing them half the night and making them scared out of their wits, could eat **** and die in my books. And that's just what I was going to do. Kill that piece of ****.

I'm well aware the kid won't typically remember what happened, but to play with your food before eating it is all kinds of screwed up anyways. We're vampires. Predators. We should know better. We do know better. And this vampire? He will know better too by the time the night is through.

Only, I'm too late. I don't act fast enough before the other vampire does a big screw up. He's not just making a meal out of the kid, he's planning on killing it. Slowly. Well, two can play at that game too. As he starts to walk away from the kid, just leaving him there, I creep out from the depths of the shadows with my sword in hand and slice the other vampire behind his knee with the sharp side of my blade. He growls out in pain and turns to face his assailant, but I'm not in front of him as he turns. No, I'm behind him and let my blade hit the middle meat of his back. My intention isn't to kill the vampire yet. Just terrorize the guy like he did to the kid. I'm still an asshole. Don't you forget it either.

Blood splatters to the floor as my sword finds its way back to my side. I wait for him to turn around again, but the screams of the kid makes my attention falter for a second. The other vampire takes the opportunity to counter, pulling out a small knife you'd find in any wood block on someone's counter in a legit family home. I think my mom even had one. He stabs me in the meat of my left thigh and the blade sticks there before I swing upwards and hack off his god damn arm. His arm doesn't even hit the ground before it ashes at my feet, and now with my leg seeping shadows, I'm done playing this game. It's too risky. I bring my sword down with a heavy and purposeful swing and stab him right in his temple and he poofs into an ashy outline of what he once was before it settled on the ground around me and my feet.

There's a noise further down the alley and it's not the kid. So I leave him where he is and teleport to the nearest roof where I just wait, watch and listen. What will the kid tell him? I listen, but I'm too far away, but in the end it doesn't matter. The kid is dead from a new guy-a human new guy, that enters the playing field. It was the only end result, I conclude. I would have done the same. Not out of kindness, but out of necessity. I can't have someone with a big mouth running around and most kids have big mouths.

The guy looks up and we look at each other. Or, he at least looks at me and I'm looking down at him. Does he see the ash? I don't know. Does it matter? Probably not. Does he actually see -me-? Impossible for a human eye at this distance. So I salute the guy with my free hand and head north on the roofs of the city.

Re: The Hunting [Roderic]

Posted: 04 Nov 2015, 18:56
by Ashby (DELETED 7348)
Ashby stared at the digitalized picture for a few long moments, squinting and playing with the filter options, but couldn't seem to get a clear idea of what he was looking at. After adjusting the colors, the shadows, the lighting he finally was able to make out a pair of eyes. He let the camera sit in his lap as he looked out the front windshield, his gaze penetrating the night to scan the nearby rooftops. Something just wasn't right.

He turned his camera off and packed it away swiftly. Perhaps whatever, or rather whoever was behind those dark eyes would bring him closer to unfolding the killer of the innocent victim in the street. Before he could even debate going after the suspect, he had to call for backup. He needed to get in touch with the morgue to have the body properly removed. He needed to arrange what would become a crime scene. Ashby made the appropriate calls and waited. An hour passed before he say headlights in his rearview mirror.

Ashby craned his neck to the side, releasing the stress and tension from his vertebrae. A truck pulled up behind his car and two men stepped out. One was someone from the morgue and the other looked like his assistant. As he emerged from his own vehicle, Ashby eyeballed them. The mortician was as one might expect. He was stereotypically creepy. His figure was long and gangly, his eyes squinty and dark with black hair that was combed in such a way as to suggest he took his profession to heart. The other, a slightly younger man was the exact opposite in every way save the creep factor. He was short, plump, with cropped sandy blonde hair and a nervous demeanor.

Welcome. Ashby's voice was apathetic, aloof. He shook their hands as a courtesy, but otherwise kept his distance. As he stepped away from them, more vehicles started to arrive. Agents were already making their way down the alley along with a few local police officers, and EMTs.

Seems to be that kind of night, huh? The blonde mortician's apprentice commented, trying to make small talk while his lanky mentor walked to the alleyway.

Seems so. Ashby wasn't much for talking. He preferred to remain levelheaded at all times, maintaining his composure wasn't simply a job requirement, it was embedded in his DNA. To avoid any further awkward conversation, Ashby turned away, looking back up to the tops of the buildings. Without excusing himself, Ashby walked away toward the crowd that had gathered at the mouth of the alley.

A strange chill shot up Ashby's spine. He turned and saw the same eerie figure on top of a building down the street. Attempting to pretend he hadn't seen the shadowed person, Ashby slipped to the neighboring alley before he could be noticed and made his way, as silently as possible, up the fire escape.

Re: The Hunting [Roderic]

Posted: 09 Nov 2015, 01:24
by Roderic
Being a vampire means we have a lot of time on our hands, but point blank-time wasted is money not made and things not being hunted; things being animals primarily, but on the occasion, a vampire or two. I don't really care about money, but I do care about my profession. The legal one anyways. I liked making pieces of art from animals, even if most people found it down right creepy or disturbing.

Since there wasn't anything else for me to do for the kid, I wasn't sticking around. Not with a crowd gathering. Even if someone might have seen my outline. Big deal. What would they describe me as? Male. Average in height. Wearing dark clothing. Non-descript stuff.

I'm heading no where special tonight. Just the hunting grounds that are a few miles south of here. I need some hides, fangs and some bones. As I skim the tops of the roofs, my phone buzzes and I look down to see who it is, stopping. Yeah, I'm a vampire, but I'm not about to fall off a roof and break something. I reply to the text, just stunned. What the **** did Doc just show me and what was he wearing? Wrong. All of it wrong. Until he intrigues me with a couple words and suddenly, I WANT to find a sweater just as ugly, if not uglier than his just to **** with people's heads. With the challenge set and a note to find an ugly sweater for Christmas on my list app, the phone is tucked away in my back pocket.

I look around out of habit. Twice to my left and twice to my right. An even four times. Nothing. What did I expect? Who stalks the top of a roof? I know. People up to no good. Thieves and killers. But I'm no thief. I take a step, but stop when I hear a step fall out of line with the one I took. And hear another. I look in front of me. Then to my left and right again and finally behind me. Someone is behind me. Who and why?

I don't wait to find out. It could be another vampire and probably is, but only one way to find out. I jump from the flat surface of the apartment complex that I'm on, to the fire escape below and wait. Silently and in the darkness of shadows, I wait. I wait for them to pass me, so the stalker becomes the stalkee. Survival of the fittest in its finest form tonight.