hunting (320 hits)
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Submitted by eric_the_bread (View user info) at 2007-04-23 23:44:18 EDT
The man ran down the alley, panting from the exertion, blood boiling from the fear coursing through his veins.
He had been running for some time now, almost a half hour, yet never seeming to shake his pursuer.
He didn't know if the man pursuing him was a cop, nor did he care, he just wanted to get away from this beast of a person that was chasing him.
As the minutes wore on, his steps faltered more and more, and his frantic pace started to lag, slightly at first, but getting more pronounced with each step. Not even the adrenaline his terror was pumping out could help him at this point.
The man pursuing didn't even seem winded by this chase through the dark night. He seemed to have an almost supernatural stamina that allowed him to keep pace with the criminal ahead of him.
He stayed focused on the goal, a single arrow, guided by a single purpose. Nothing short of the villains death would deter him from his target.
The crook was visibly feeling the effects of the chase, his breathing labored and heavy. His steps sluggish and uncoordinated.
why, he thought, why did this guy have to see me rob that gas station? I checked and checked, and there was no one around!! How did he show up that quickly?
the man was stumbling now, and the pursuit was nearing its end. He could hear the footsteps of his hunter now, getting ever closer to his goal.
With a grunt, the man stumbled and fell to the ground. He fell heavily, landing in a puddle of scummy rain water, left there by the storm that still covered the sky. He felt, rather than heard or saw, the hunter standing over him in grim satisfaction. He turned to see what manner of human would have the endurance and commitment to chase him all that way.
When he turned, he saw something that were it not for his fevered state of mind, would have driven him mad.
The hunter had sprouted huge, leathery wings, like a six foot tall bat might have. On his forehead were two huge curling rams horns, and when his mouth opened, he could see razor sharp teeth gleaming in the darkness.
The hunter approached the criminal slowly, with a horribly evil smile upon its face, as if enjoying the thrill of the hunt. The hunter flexed it now abnormally large hand, watching the slow gleaming of the streetlight play upon the wicked claws tipping each finger.
The crook looked as if he might faint from terror and exhaustion, but some force kept him unmercifully alert. He whimpered in terror, half formed sentences spilling from his mouth as he tried to beg for his life. His frantic pleading was cut short by the long arm of the hunter shooting out with impossible speed to grab him by the throat and lift him to eye level.
The hunter spoke then, with a deep, raspy voice that spoke of incredible age, and unimaginable power, "for your sins, puny human, for killing that helpless man in that building, your time of judgment is at hand. For your sins, you have been judged guilty of breaking the sixth commandment. And for these sins, the devil gives you welcome in hell"
And with these chilling words, the beast flexed with the hand on the mans throat, and pulled, nearly taking the mans head completely off with the savagery of its actions.
The beast let the body fall, and turned away, not caring in the least about the corpse at its feet, now that the hunt was over. He felt yet another mortal sin being committed elsewhere in the city, this one also worthy of the hunters attention.
The demon leapt into the air, pulling itself along with powerful sweeps of its wings, heading for another part of town, to continue its eternal, bloody mission.
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Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2007-04-24 07:06:40 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2007-04-24 06:53:54 EDT (#)
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meh
Submitted by Franger (user info) at 2007-04-23 23:56:23 EDT (#)
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Gargoyles rip off.