A/N: Hello everyone, this is something I've been putting together for a long time and now, finally, have decided to write. This is going to be a very long story and hopefully I have the skills, ideas and story to keep you interested all the way to the end.
"Talking"
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Thinking'
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Hunters Advent
={ Book 1: Birth }=
Chapter 1: =§ Hunters of Darkness §=
= The Underworld... when you hear the word, it makes you think about a society of crime without law, or a different world beyond our own.
Both are correct descriptions, but there is a third one as well.
One that only those who cannot find a place in the light would know about;
The Underworld, that is in front of us, but never seen. =
He was running for his life, in the dark of the night he was running from a predator he could not believe existed.
Why had it targeted him? Where had it come from? Only an hour ago he was about to leave his apartment and meet with a woman, one whom he had tried to get together with for the better part of the month, when... 'It' had appeared out of nowhere, looked him in the eyes and said;
"Mr Garth, I have come to kill you."
Garth had simply thought it was some kind of a sick joke, I mean, it had to be have been one, because who comes up to you and says something like that; especially with such an innocent smile?!
Yet, it had attacked him right in front of his home! It had cut him in the left arm with... something, he had never felt anything like it; the pain, the burning, the bleeding... He had panicked and ran out of the apartment building using the fire-escape, and had almost escaped into the street but out of nowhere it had appeared in front him, blocking his way out.
So now, Garth was running in the alleyways of his own neighbourhood, arm still bleeding and all his senses and instincts screaming at him not to stop for his predator was closing in fast.
And then, he ran into a dead end.
He looked around him, desperately looking for some way, any way out of this death trap:
'Fuck, fuck, fuck...!! Come on, there has to be a w-'
He suddenly cried out in pain as he felt something sharp hitting the back of his thigh, forcing him to fall onto his back. He rolled onto his side as quickly as he could to get a look at what had hit him; It was a sharp but small knife, and whatever threw it had used enough force to make it embed itself all the way in.
It made Garth feel the same pain as whatever he had been cut with earlier, and it took all his strength not to pass out from the agonising pain when he pulled it out. He then forced himself to stand up, but soon found himself leaning against the alley wall for support, his leg radiating with burning pain.
As he struggled to stay up, he looked towards the dark alleyway where he had come from, hearing footsteps coming closer, slowly but surely. It was only now that Garth began to figure out what had been happening; this wasn't just an attempt to kill him, it was a hunt.
His predator had pressed him into panicking, made sure he ran into this dead end and finally, the knife had immobilised his leg. Effectively crippling his way of fighting back and making sure he couldn't run anymore.
And now, the predator was intentionally taking its time coming closer, making sure that he heard every footstep... it was driving him up the wall! Every second began to feel like an eternity, each footstep began to echo harder and louder in his ears, until finally he couldn't take it anymore and began to shout at his attacker:
"You fucker! Why are you doing this?! Do you enjoy cutting people and chasing them like they are animals?! Why... why are you doing this to me?! I haven't done anything to you!!" Garths' breathing was on the verge of hyperventilating, and it didn't help matters that he still couldn't see his attacker at all, which made no sense!
He was looking directly at the only way that led into this dead end, yet there was no one there, even the footsteps had stopped and it made him even more afraid of his pursuer.
Then, at the precise moment when he blinked, Garth was startled when IT appeared in front of him, which caused him to loose his support and fall sideways onto the ground. He couldn't understand it; he had literally appeared from nowhere! He hadn't heard or even felt anything, and no one, NO ONE can move like that!
Garth was slowly getting up and attempting to escape but with his leg hurt, it was useless. His predator didn't give him a chance either; firmly grabbing him by his arm right arm and left shoulder he found himself violently spun before being tossed towards the dead end wall, face first. By all that made sense, he should be losing consciousness at this point, yet he wasn't. All he felt was pain, with no relief in sight.
Falling onto his back from the force of the impact, Garth gave it all he had to roll onto his side, looking down onto the concrete ground beneath him, his blood dripping from both his mouth and nose. While groaning from the pain, he kept talking to IT:
"Why?! Just tell me already!! Enough with these sadistic games you sick son of a bitch!!"
