Hunter and Hunted

Note: another repost




The Hunter had stalked his Prey down Bermondsey’s dark and wet, winding streets from Jamaica Road to this small alley way behind Southwark markets. The hunt had taken nearly two hours with the Prey using every trick at it’s disposal to get away.

The Hunter knew that his Prey would beg and plead and try to make a deal but he knew he was right as a normal person would have gone straight to the police, or even called out for help. The streets still having city workers wandering around on their way home form the pub or maybe even work.

As his Prey slid into the mouth of the alleyway he saw her slip, so the Hunter was not surprised to find her sprawled, legs akimbo, half dazed against a fire door. There was only one light in the alley and it’s pale dim light almost seemed to turn the scene into monochrome.

Entering the alley the Hunter drew his OTs-38 revolver and held it by his side almost out of sight. This was the first time he’d been less than twenty or so meters from his Prey and so as he carefully stepped closer he took in details.

Superficially the Prey looked like a teenage girl with dirty blonde hair cut in a semi- bob with a couple of metallic pink streaks in it. He face was angular and thin with minimal makeup except for heavily kohled eyes and a metallic green lip gloss. Her body was slim again in keeping with how old she looked but her legs held more strength than they looked considering the chase she had led him.

He clothes were a mismatch of old and new. Old style black pumps with a bright ankle chain. Denim miniskirt with footless black stockings, a clearly visible wonder bra under a carefully ripped “the beat” t-shirt. Covering that, a brand new cropped hoodie.

Seeing him look her up and down the Prey smiled and the girls face suddenly looked much older and sexual.
“look I don’t have much gear” she said in a shaky voice ‘if that’s what you’re after. I sold most of it already, kno’ what I mean?”
The Prey looked the Hunter in the eyes trying to gauge his reaction.
“But if you want more well I sure we can work it out” again the voice spoke with more sexuality, dripped with it in fact and she moved her legs to amplify her meaning. This stopped the Hunter in his tracks and he could feel her words moving like worms in his mind.

His left hand came out of his coat pocket clenched tightly and with a quick flick of his wrist he sent a shower of metal particles arching towards his Prey, as they landed he heard his Prey whimper.
“No, please, they burn, they burn” her voice had changed again this time thinner, less human? The Hunter could make out small red patinae on the girls skin where the powered iron had landed.



The Prey looked at him again, holding out her slim pale (and now) marked arms. ‘Please make it stop, I’ll do anything, anything ..I just want to go home”
As is often the way it then chose to start raining, quickly turning into a downpour and the powdered iron was washed away in seconds.

The Preys eyes lit up and were a deep emerald green and she found more strength from somewhere and stood up.
“Yes lets go home and we can heal each other” her voice and eyes were almost too much for the Hunter. They both carried a coercive power that hammered away at his self control and he could visualise how pleasurable it would be with her.

The Prey’s lips curled into a houris smile as she could see the conflicting emotions pass across the Hunters face.
“yes come to me” she said holding out her arms her voice dropping into a husky tone.
The Prey so confident that she was now the Hunter missed the small red dot that had appeared on her left shoulder. The driving rain crashing as it did onto the alleys floor hid the revolvers report almost completely.

The impact of the bullet was a shock to the Prey and she staggered back a couple of paces her right hand instinctively going to her wounded shoulder. A look of amazement flitted across her face as she collapsed to the puddled pavement.

Whilst his victim collapsed, the Hunter recovered his composure and replaced the silenced revolver in it’s pocket holster. Straightening his back and shaking his head he pulled a tanto like knife from it’s scabbard on the inside of his right arm. A bright red sliver of a gem imbedded in it’s crosspiece glowed in the dull lamplight almost as is it was lit with an inner fire.

The Hunter knelt on one knee beside his Prey and stroked the girls hair with his gloved hand.
‘You’ll be truly home soon” he promised and his left hand guided the knife deep into her heart. The Prey’s body jerked briefly but no sound issued forth from her lips (which now looks dull and ashen). The gem seemed to glow brighter for a moment, and when the knife was withdrawn little blood exited form the deep wound. The street light finally gave up the ghost and plunged the alleyway finally into complete darkness.

Standing again the Hunter looked briefly around before walking back into the wet night. Avoiding the gaze of security camera’s that littered the area the Hunter moved back towards London Bridge Station. Feeling the need for human company he caught a train to Charing Cross and wander up Charing Cross Road towards Leicester Square finally stopping at the Brewmaster pub.

The pub was busy as usual on a Thursday night but the Hunter revelled in the mass of humanity and drank his over priced beer relaxing for a moment. Finishing the pint, he left and moved towards Covent Garden, the rain easing off as he went. Before reaching the Piazza his phone rang.

“Yes?”
“It’s Marcus” said his caller “how was the meeting?”
“Changeable” replied the Hunter “The girl was away with the fairies, but I got what we wanted”
“Good, I’ll see you in the office tomorrow”
‘Yes” said the Hunter and hung up.

High above a thin crescent moon broke through the clouds as the Hunter returned to his lair.