On the Hunt

[FoxWriter]

It was a cool, wet morning. The thick clouds rolled overhead, streaked with lightning and thunder as the poured torrents of rain down on anyone stupid enough, or unfortunate enough to be caught out in the open. One such young man, was working in the rain, not that he cared, it was better than working in the snow. He hated the snow, it was so blisteringly white, and freezing cold. His name was Thitan, at least, that was what he had always been called. He had no real name, and he had no real family, most of the world only knew him as 'Necromancer' for that was the name he used when handling contracts. He had been abandoned as a babe, left on the doorstep of an Assassin. and from the moment his eyes where open, Thitan was taught, trained, and conditioned... he had been taught how to kill with ruthless efficiency, he had learned how to not need others, not need attention, not need affection, not need anything anyone could ever offer him. He was the best, and the youngest to ever 'graduate' from the 'Hunters Academy.' at Fifteen, he had killed his main teacher, and had escaped The Hunters Compound, and from then on, he had been a solo killer, a hired murderer... an assassin who held no morals, and no qualms.

But even he had his rules, as unbelievable as it may have seamed, Thitan would take no child. He refused to kill, or harm children, and pregnant women he wouldn't touch in any way. He just wouldn't... no, couldn't do it. Despite that, he was the best at what he did, and he did not come cheep. His unique skills made it effortless to get the job he had done. From seeing people's personal Aura, which was how he always knew when someone was pregnant, to raising actual Zombies from the dirt... he was one of the most feared men in the world. There where so many Rumors floating about 'Necromancer', that it was impossible to know what was truth. Some said that he had been born in a test tube, and had been designed to be the best. Others say he was the living son of a Demon. Some thought he was the Antichrist. The only thing that everyone knew for certain, was that there where only three things that got Thitan annoyed at you, and that often led to your death. Refusing to pay him for a job well done, always ended up with a person in the hospital, and your bank accounts drained. Trying to steal from him ended in death... but Lying to him, well, that was a fate worse than death. Hours of torture, and he left them alive afterwords, mangled beyond repair, to suffer for the rest of their lives... yes, Thitan was feared, and that was right, and proper.


Thitan smiled a little to himself, settled atop a large three, maybe four story building as he flexed the Claw like weapon on his right hand. The steal blades curved like claws where tipped with diamonds, so sharp and deadly, he could even cut through steal lampposts. His blood red eyes where flicking from person to person as they walked below him, looking for his newest target. A woman, who had discovered something she shouldn't have. That was all the detail he needed on her, aside from her appearance of course. She was a pretty little thing, but to him, she had no name, and her purpose in life, was simply to die. For Thitan, killing was the only comfort he had. He had no friends, no family, the only thing that he had was death, and as far as he was concerned, that was all he needed. “there you are.” he whispered to himself, smirking viciously as his eyes fixed on her. She would be a special Kill, he would take her Soul, and add it to his collection. He couldn't talk with the 'Ghosts' he killed, and he couldn't touch him, but they filled him with a sense of peace, and calm. They made him feel so very much less lonely. He stood, and leaped into the air, striking at a wall near her face, gouging out chunks of cement and steal from the wall, bare inches from her face, his red eyes staring into hers as he smirked. “run, my pretty little Prey... for today is the day you die... and the longer you keep me at bay, the longer you live.” ah, he did so love tormenting his prey.

 

[Rogue]

One thing could be said about Danika: she was a pretty one indeed. Pale blonde hair, littered with a robin’s egg blue here and there. Currently, it was tied up in a high ponytail at the back of her head, a small amount left out of the thing to frame a petite and frightened face. She had already notably been in a panic before he dropped out of the sky. What she’d seen… things like that didn’t really exist, right? It was just some… ploy? Had she been drugged? She was willing to bet there was some kind of drug laced fog in the area just before the warehouse. She didn’t know what drew her there, what compelled her to look inside. But, she hadn’t been able to help herself. And here she was. Running like a mouse from a cat, although only God knew what she was really running from. She’d… just had a bad feeling. Not even forty minutes before her panicked run, she’d had a vision flash in front of her. There was a man, frightening, who could raise the dead. And for some reason, he wanted her dead. Now, Danika had been having these little visions since before she could remember, and usually she didn’t think anything of them. Little daydreams, micro naps. But for some reason, this one frightened her.

When he spoke, she took a step back, almost stumbling. Piercing blue eyes widened with an increased panic. Her vision! This was him! Wasn’t it? Her mind was foggy now, with the sight of him. After all, a man had just fallen from the sky and taken out a few chunks of cement with what looked like a claw. His eyes were red, like blood. Fierce, and hollow. A stark contrast from her own. She swallowed, taking another step back. “…he… he can raise the dead…” She murmured, to no one in particular. “The…” Her breath seemed to escape her, she was heady and her heart was racing ninety miles a minute. She spun on her heel and faced the other direction before taking off running. And now, her mind was racing just as much as her heart was.

So, someone was trying to kill her for what she’d seen? Who? And why? I mean, who was she going to tell about it anyway? There wasn’t a person alive in this world that would believe her. Not in a million years. As she fled him, her hair flying behind her, images began to rush passed her vision. She’d had to recoil for a moment before darting down an alleyway. None of them seemed to make any sense. At first, all she’d seen was a lot of blood. She was sure it was hers, and then another image, one that struck her in the chest with a sensation hard enough to send her against the wall, mouth open with an audible gasp. Her eyes fluttered if only briefly before she seemed gather herself. Her chest was heaving with careful breaths, processing what she’d seen before she’d started running again. That couldn’t have been real… none of this could…

 

[FoxWriter]

he smirked at her a little as he studied her, watching her react to his eyes, to the fact that he'd just torn out a chunk of cement, react to her words. he looked shocked as she spoke though, not many people actually knew about his gifts with the Dead, his ability to control Ghosts and sometimes, even other undead creatures like Zombies, Chimera, and even Demon's if he tried hard enough. she seamed drunk, and he realized in an instant that she was not a normal human like he had been told... she was... she was either a Psychic of some kind, or a Seer. either way, his information was wrong. but, considering the manner in which they'd sent him after her, the people who wanted her dead, probobly didn't know that she wasn't completely human. he would not punish them for lying to him. not this time. he pondered something before taking off after her, his hood falling back, letting his ink black hair, streaked with ruby strands flow freely as he leaped into the air, landing on a roof to follow her from above.

just as she started running again after a stagger he jumped down and landed in front of her so that she bounced off his chest, smirking viciously at her. he still wasn't sure if he was actually going to kill her or not... something inside of him was telling him not to. was telling him that she would be important... whether it was just his own instincts, the dead talking to him, or her own powers affecting him, he wasn't about to simply ignore the little niggle. but, he wasn't about to let such an interesting little mouse go without teasing and tormenting her a little first. he did so enjoy tormenting people, and she was just too gorgeous not to torment. he followed her as she ran away again, not even trying to grab her, a viscous little smirk on his face as he considered what best to do with her. clearly he couldn't kill her, whatever the reason for this, he didn't care. but he needed her for something.... he just wasn't sure for what, or why. he hated this metaphysical shit sometimes, he really did, especially when it started fucking with his mind like it was now. he snarled, annoyed, and considered killing her anyway, just to make it stop, but the thought made him cringe, which only annoyed him even further.

now he just had to decide what to DO with her. strike her over the head and take her back to his base? grab her while she runs by and promise not to kill her? kill her anyway? he liked the first option the best, and he flexed his claws, considering the best way to knock her out. a shot to the head? maybe a poison?... of course, he could always just have her possessed... if she could even be possessed... no, the first option was best, then he could lock her in, and not have to worry about her trying to run away or escape him. she was so out of it, that he didn't doubt in the least that he could catch her rather effortlessly, a firm knock to the head would have her out cold. so, that's what he did. in her panic, he just waited until she took a wrong turn down a secluded area, caught her around the middle, and rapped her hard across the head to knock her out. simple and easy. he held her in his arms, studying her face and her body with his cruel red eyes, before he picked her up in a facade of a bridal style, and carried her far out of the city, far away from anything she knew. hell, he actually drove most of the way there.

when she woke, she was laying on a soft bed, piled high with blankets to keep her warm. in the corner there was a massive fireplace, with a fire burning merrily, keeping the place happily warm. it looked like a one room shack, only the walls where made of cement, and there where no windows, and no doors. there was a bathroom to her left, a kitchenette to her right, and a living room directly in front of her, but no way in, or out as far as could be seen. she was fully dressed, but any injuries she'd gotten, including the bop to her head had been cleaned and bandaged. sitting in a chair at the Table in the middle of the room, Thitan sat, staring at her, a cigarette in his hand, the smoke getting sucked out of the room by a fan that was sucking in all the bad air, while another above her bed blew in fresh air, and the occasional drop of water. "well, good morning. i was beginning to think you where never going to wake up."

 

[Rogue]

Before long, in her panic, she hadn’t seen something standing before her. She collided with him and stumbled back until she hit her rump on the ground, panicked eyes gazing up to see him, smirking down at her. Her mouth stood slightly ajar, small streams of sweat offending her temple and chest. She swallowed and closed her lips. Suddenly, she was so thirsty. Or maybe that was just the fear radiating in her. Either way, she knew she couldn’t just sit here and stare at him, she had to get away. She could see him battling with himself, although about what she wasn’t sure. She didn’t take the time to figure it out.

Stumbling to her feet, she darted away from him. She started to feel more and more cornered, like she knew that he was going to catch her no matter where she ran or how fast she tried to get there. She was panting now, she could feel fatigue running rampant through her body. Meaning she wouldn’t be running for much longer. Her legs were starting to feel like rubber. She turned and glanced over her shoulder in time to feel her stomach colliding with something. Was it a pole? With a grunt, she leaned over it, her arms grasping the thing. That was when she realized that the ‘thing’ was actually ‘who’. A very frightening who. However, before she had time to panic about being captured, she was out, a hard hit to the back of her head. Her body instantly went limp.

She almost looked peaceful, and it was only then that one could notice her attractive figure. She had decent sized breasts that melted into a slender waist and a toned, flat abdomen that rose and fell with her quieted breaths. She had wide hips paired with thick thighs and athletic calves, although she’d clearly not been athletic enough to get away from him. Her arm dangled uselessly, lifelessly as he picked her up. He should have noted that, even as dead weight, the woman was rather light. Regardless, she remained unconscious for a while.

When she finally woke, she seemed groggy and dazed. She reached up, instantly grasping her head for a moment and groaning before pulling the warm, thick sheets up and underneath her chin. She then froze, like a deer in headlights. She smelled smoke… this wasn’t home. She popped her eyes open and shot straight up, glancing around. Her chest started to rise and fall with heavy breaths, a panic surely settling back into her features. And then she saw… him. Then man she’d been running from. Instantly, she checked herself. Finding she was still clothed, she was a bit more relieved, but certainly not at ease. And then he spoke as she began to study the room. She looked back at him, wide eyed and stunned. Was he… going to kill her? She gripped the blankets around her in a tight fist, being unable to say much of anything.