Kyle sprinted hard for the shelter of a ruined building 20 yards in front of him, reaching a safe spot he reloaded his M16 before poking his head round the corner to get a view of the derelict street; 3 rounds bounced dangerously close to his head and made him jump back and crouch, he pulled the pin on his flash-bang grenade and launched it as far down the road as he could manage. Hearing the explosion he ran out and spotted his victim stumbling out from behind a burnt out car, placing 3 well aimed bullets in the guy's temple he spotted another enemy in a window, with the reflexes which earned him his fierce reputation he killed the man in a volley of fire that threw him back across the room and into the far wall. Kyle crouched down behind the car to take stock of the situation when a sharp and fast knife strike found its way deep into his spine, he fell forwards just in time to see his killer disappear into building.
"What the fuck? Where the fuck did he come from?"
Kyle punched his controller in rage, he wasn't used to being killed, he had played this game for hours and was practically unbeatable. He re-spawned and switched to a sniper rifle. Using his superior knowledge of the map he found his way to an excellent sniping spot, high atop a church tower, picking up 2 kills with his sidearm on the way. He laid mines at the entrance as he passed through and scanned the entire battlefield for more kills. A shadowy figure passed under an archway across to the west and with the precision which made him so feared Kyle punched a hole in the guy's leg just before he disappeared out of sight. Reloading as fast as possible Kyle looked east when another knife struck his back, killing him instantly.
"What the, how the fuck did they get in here?"
He switched to a shotgun on his next re-spawn and made his way to a staircase he knew well, as he reached the top someone else was already in position, he launched a frag onto the landing and blew the enemy clean out of the window before laying down at the top of the stairs, it wasn't long before his first victim came hurtling up the stairs with all the grace of a new born giraffe, Kyle laughed to himself as he watched him fly back down the stairs from the brute force of a well placed shot, 4 more came and went the same way quickly before Kyle decided to make a move, he jumped up and ran down the stairs, when he reached the bottom he stopped to look out the doorway when the same knife again plunged deep into his back and ended his life for the third time in as many minutes.
"Seriously, what the fuck? They would have had to be upstairs with me??"
It made no sense whatsoever, if they were upstairs why not just kill him, how could this be happening? He pulled up the stats to get a look at his assailant.
Name: "Duchess of Death"
Number of Kills: 3
Number of Deaths: 0
"Oh my god it's a fucking noob!"
Kyle threw his controller down in disgust and got up out of his seat, passing the rows and rows of computers with gamers buried deep into the screens, he made his way to the café area. He had been coming to this particular gaming café for a couple of years now and was well known for his skills, all around him people were plugged into their own worlds playing people from all across the globe, he enjoyed the setting, it was relaxed but slightly dark and moody. Roughly 50 gaming stations took up most of the front but at the back was a café bar and a couple of tables and chairs, meant for socialising but the only person that ever spoke in here was the Lady who served the drinks and took payment for the gaming.
"Cashing out already Darling?"
Susan was as friendly as ever, she had worked here before Kyle even knew about the place and knew everyone that came in here, she always made an effort to talk to her customers even if most of them could hardly string a sentence together in her company. She was tall and elegant, long dark hair swept down past her shoulders and the clothes she chose to wear always complimented her tall, sleek figure, most of the cyber geeks that came in here simply froze on the spot from even the slightest smile.
"For now yeah, can I grab a coffee as well please Suze?"
Kyle had never had that problem, Susan had always been very nice to him so he was always very nice back, he wouldn't argue that she wasn't attractive in the traditional sense but she was too tall for his liking and in general Kyle had always had a little bit of a way with the women, he exuded confidence in most situations and had a slightly cocky attitude that allowed to get away with being cheeky which he had often used to his benefit. In Kyle's mind if he wanted to fuck her, he would. Susan returned with his coffee.
"Here you go sweetie."
He paid for his time at the computer and thanked her before making his way out of a back door with his coffee and into the smoking area.
Kyle sat on the benched table which took up almost the entire space and looked down at the ground, he liked coming out here to chill out when he was frustrated, it was always quiet and no-one else really used it. A tiny little area with one table and a view of four walls and a door wouldn't be appealing to many people but he liked the stillness, the sun was just starting to set and the stars were beginning to flash bright in the sky. He pulled a spliff from his inside pocket and sparked it up leaning forward onto the table with his head in his hand.
"Tut tut, naughty boy."
Kyle spun round to see where this sensual female voice had come from. It was soft and playful but carried a certain confidence, as he turned to look he was met with the sight of a beautiful young Lady looking directly into his eyes. Her blonde hair was bobbed seductively round her smooth, pale face and drew Kyle's gaze directly into Her deep, bright, intriguing eyes almost hypnotically.
"I think I'll take that."
She moved gracefully to Kyle and stood in front of him, the black, high boots she was wearing made her tower over him sitting on the bench. Slack jawed and awestruck he had only just been able to tear his eyes away from hers and take in her full beauty: stood proud and confident her young, stunning body was held with a grace which belied her years and Kyle was absolutely positive she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life. He meekly extended his spliff and watched as she raised it slowly to her full and luscious lips, pulling long and hard on it whilst staring down at him from high above.
Kyle went to speak but couldn't think of a single thing to say, it felt to him as if nothing he could say would interest her in the slightest, she radiated an air of control as she continued to smoke his joint.
"So I guess this is why you call yourself erbalist?"
"How does she know my gamertag?" He asked himself, she smiled at his confused look .
"You're pathetic I fucking owned you in there!"
Kyle looked up at her as she let out a little laugh.
"You mean your Duchess of Death?" he asked
"That's just Duchess to You Kyle."
"What the fuck," thought Kyle "how does she know my real name too!?" He sat puzzled as she continued to hover above him, surveying him like a black widow spider enjoying watching her prey become helpless and trapped in her devious web.
"So what's your real name?"
Kyle started to ask but was answered with a harsh back handed slap across his cheek before he had finished the first word, the same hand grabbed both his cheeks tightly together and pulled his face just inches away from hers,
"You talk when I talk to you bitch and you always, and I mean fucking always, call me Duchess."
Kyle was shocked into silence by the speed she had moved at and he felt his cock grow hard in his jeans, Duchess continued to hold his face close to hers and spat in his mouth.
