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[Snitch]

Yeah, so I had an idea, and then I worked on it, and then I came up with this. This is a sort of half-side-project, so I may not update this all the time, but if I start to have more fun writing it than many things, I'll update lots.

 

So, yeah. ._.

 

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[align=center].Chapter One.

.Escapes and Gas Masks.[/align]

 

I’m dead.

 

At least that was clear enough. There was a bloody hole in the middle of my chest! Behind me sat the small capsule: the bullet that had pierced through my torso. And yet, I didn’t feel any pain. In fact, I felt perfectly normal, and bending down to pick up the bullet, I walked towards my attacker.

 

A fight is always harder if you can’t see your opponent’s face, Pa had always told me. If you could see the eyes of your adversary, you could see what made them hesitate and what made them strain. What made them drop their focus. But my assailant right here was wearing a black gas mask, the strange, dark eyes looming over me; which was perfectly right, as he was a good six foot! Sliding into a fight stance, I threw the bullet at his feet, spitting afterwards.

 

My ears strained as I picked up a minute gasp, the air-holes of his headwear masking most of the sound. Yet that was all I needed to know; now I knew that he was afraid. And fear is the worst enemy in a fight.

 

I didn’t waste time taunting or working up my energy, I just worked it all into one kick, hitting at one of the places of his body that wasn’t armoured: his left armpit. The move was swift and quick, and the only proof it had ever happened was a second stifled gasp and him falling to his knees. Grabbing onto the filter of his mask, I flung it off, revealing his face. It was pale and I couldn’t have mistaken it from a corpse, pieces of skin chipping in places. However, his veins were vibrant and in an assortment of colours. Pinning all this information onto the notepad of my mind, I smashed my knee against his nose, it cracking loudly and resulting in him falling into an unconscious heap.

 

I examined the room around me. I started by rapping my knuckles on the wall, which turned out to be steel and sadly not hollow. I didn’t need to test the door to guess I couldn’t kick it down, and even though there was no glass window to look through upon it, I guessed there would be more the other side. No, I needed another way out.

 

Or, I thought, as my eyes set upon a certain device and I grinned devilishly, a diversion.

 

 

The workers of Alpha Lab 7-B all wore lab coats with their initials in gold on the left, in front of their strongly – although some of them had been transferred from Delta which excluded them from that group – beating hearts. However, because the company had far more important things to spend their money on, the gold paint they had used would wash off from water and would catch fire should fire manage to get to it.

 

An employee with strikingly dark brown hair noticed the strange reaction first. The tasks of Alpha Lab 7-B were simple chemical tests, trying out and creating materials to help improve the Hunters capabilities. At the moment, fifty-three materials were undergoing heat tests, the white-hot flames either burning or bouncing off the different subjects. However, suddenly, white-hot was becoming an understatement, and as the man approached to investigate, it happened.

 

The flames leapt, striking the incredibly flammable gold initials with ease, lighting them. Momentarily initials of fire were visible on the man’s chest, before the whole coat caught on fire, making him scream, his voice in unison with three others experiencing similar reactions. Suddenly everyone was running about, vials and pieces of clothing material being knocked to the floor in the confusion. People were rolling about on the floor and collecting water so hastily that nobody had time to notice the fourteen-year old boy dart in-between them, moving towards the doors to the elevator and staircase with ease just as the sprinklers started, erasing all progress the scientists had made so far.

 

 

I however, trying to ignore the yells and screams behind me and fighting my strange instinct to help, was busy trying to make a quick decision. Stairs or elevator, I thought. It’s a quick decision, don’t put in too much thought.

 

And so, settling on the presumption that there would be a camera in the lift, I pushed open the door to the staircase to an unsuspecting guard, who hit the steel wall face-first. I grimaced at his blood-soaked face but pushed it out of my mind, grasping the banister and then swinging over, going into the hole in the middle of the square-shaped staircase that slowly descended.

 

Descended ten floors! I thought, immediately sensing the impending doom of being splattered on the rough floor below. Wincing as I caught my hand on to the banister and slid fast, the flesh of my palm burning as I slowly slid down, letting go before the speed could do me any serious damage. I landed crouched and rolled to minimise the hurt from the fall, but was surprised to find I didn’t feel any pain at all. I glanced at my hand and raised an eyebrow at the normal, non-altered skin. I shrugged.

 

Raising myself to a semi-crouched position, I moved forward slowly, a sudden flash of darkness blinding me. I didn’t know what it was – the name seemed to escape me – but for some reason I knew it was dangerous. Throwing myself forward, my bare shoulder met with something cold, and goose-bumps prickled along my skin. Feeling around quickly, my hand pulling over the handle, I opened it a crack and then kicked out, feeling the contact as it slammed into the helmet of an unknown opponent. Similar to the guard before, he was wearing a gas mask and full black body armour. Barely stopping to consider what sort of strange place I had gotten myself in, I bounded over a counter, knocking multiple vials of various colours to the floor.

 

Dropping down towards another door, random splashes of colour specking around the room as I ran through them, I slammed my body into the door, it opening easily. I could tell this part of the building was older than the rest, as the edges of the door and parts of the walls were crippled with rust. Slowly, as I moved forwards, the lighting began to dim, and I soon found myself surrounded in darkness. Feeling my way across the wall, I continued forwards, feeling the space I was in widen.

 

As I stepped into what I presumed was a large room, the overly-luminous floodlights came on one-by-one, blinding me. And I found I wasn’t alone very quickly. Six men, armoured exactly like the guards before, stood around. In a fight like this, when it was even, I might have won.

 

But I certainly didn’t like the look of the cocked handguns they were wielding.

[Twig]

I like this. This is very well done. It has great detailed sentences, and it doesn't bore me. I hope to see more. =)

[Snitch]

I like this. This is very well done. It has great detailed sentences' date=' and it doesn't bore me. I hope to see more. =)

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Awesome, thanks for the comment. Hopefully I'll have a new bit by at least the end of the week. :3

[Fen.]

Bravo Snitch, you have cooked up one hell of a story.

 

I don't usually read other people's works on this site, but the catchy title caught my eye. You also grabbed me with your opening sentence in the first chapter. It really makes me want to read further into the story.

 

You get another thumbs up from me because you did what a lot of writers here cannot do; Mix both First and Second Person in one story. I for one am a sucker for a story told in "I" and "My" and "Me", it just puts you a lot deeper in the character's shoes. The Series "Pendragon" used the same technique, using both first and second person. It just gives the reader a much wider range of what's going on. Add some vivid details and a gripping plot and you got one smexy story going on.

 

I really do hope you update this "lots".

 

~MT~

[Snitch]

Bravo Snitch' date=' you have cooked up one hell of a story.

 

I don't usually read other people's works on this site, but the catchy title caught my eye. You also grabbed me with your opening sentence in the first chapter. It really makes me want to read further into the story.

 

You get another thumbs up from me because you did what a lot of writers here cannot do; Mix both First and Second Person in one story. I for one am a sucker for a story told in "I" and "My" and "Me", it just puts you a lot deeper in the character's shoes. The Series "Pendragon" used the same technique, using both first and second person. It just gives the reader a much wider range of what's going on. Add some vivid details and a gripping plot and you got one smexy story going on.

 

I really do hope you update this "lots".

 

~MT~

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Wow, MT, that comment really means a lot, especially coming from you, who I see as one of the better writers of the site. I've always also enjoyed first person stories for the same sort of reason that you do, and that's why around seventy-percent of all my work is told that way. I hope you continue reading when I put more up, which should be soon. :3

[Fen.]

Bravo Snitch' date=' you have cooked up one hell of a story.

 

I don't usually read other people's works on this site, but the catchy title caught my eye. You also grabbed me with your opening sentence in the first chapter. It really makes me want to read further into the story.

 

You get another thumbs up from me because you did what a lot of writers here cannot do; Mix both First and Second Person in one story. I for one am a sucker for a story told in "I" and "My" and "Me", it just puts you a lot deeper in the character's shoes. The Series "Pendragon" used the same technique, using both first and second person. It just gives the reader a much wider range of what's going on. Add some vivid details and a gripping plot and you got one smexy story going on.

 

I really do hope you update this "lots".

 

~MT~

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Wow, MT, that comment really means a lot, especially coming from you, who I see as one of the better writers of the site. I've always also enjoyed first person stories for the same sort of reason that you do, and that's why around seventy-percent of all my work is told that way. I hope you continue reading when I put more up, which should be soon. :3

 

Well I am flattered that you think so highly of me in the Writing Biz. Don't sell yourself so short though, you have a real knack for coming up with fantastic ideas. That and you aren't a lazy prat who will just shlock action and a flimsy plot and call it art. No you make your writing long and detailed, and interesting. I'm not half falling asleep reading this. You have me hooked, now it's time to reel your reader in. I await your update enthusiastically. ^^

[Snitch]

[align=center].Chapter Two.

.Bowling for Wounds.[/align]

 

I slid into a combat stance, immediately marking important details; breathing rates, stance-based feelings, hesitation and the sorts. My body had slid into some sort of combat mode I didn’t even know I had. It was a strange feeling of calmness, as though my mind was detached from my body, free to make observations and comments. I was looking at things and my mind was processing details in seconds – no, milliseconds. An incredible feeling of confidence swept over me.

 

Before I hit smack-bang down to Earth. Six versus one. No matter how many details I picked out, there was a very low chance of me winning.

 

Or, now that I thought about it, glancing down at my tingling palms, maybe there was?

 

I shook my head, this strange battle of decisions roaring through me head. But there was nothing for it; I sighed, making my choice, and raised both my arms.

 

The man that moved forward I had singled out beforehand as a clear leader; a golden stripe was emblazoned upon his right shoulder, a marking the rest of the troop did not have. He raised his hand as the men started to lower their guns, and they all steadied their aim once more. He slipped his back into his holster, swapping his hands to his other hip to draw a pair of handcuffs. Going behind me, he slowly raised his hands to handcuff my wrists, at the same time making the biggest mistake of his life.

 

Before you say anything, I’ve heard it all before. Pregnancy hurts more than getting kicked in the balls, all the girls say it. All the lads disagree. But either way, I’m not sure anyone went through as much pain as that guy did whether in labour or a back alley surrounded by thugs. Sadly, I wasn’t done with him, spinning round and grabbing him by the neck. Now, not only had I made an impression and stopped myself from getting handcuffed, I also had a hostage.

 

I could see them dipping their weapons ever so slightly, the hesitation I had caused. I tasted victory within my reach, but I wasn’t sure if I could make the final steps across the finish line. The man I was wielding around the neck was beginning to struggle, even though he was still hissing from the pain. Strengthening my grip a tad for a moment, I moved forward, feinting to the left with speed even I wasn’t sure of and chucking my captured foe into the others.

 

Just like bowling, I thought with a grin.

 

The strike would have been amazing, but sadly two pins were standing. And they were trained pins, that’s for sure; they weren’t helping their fallen comrades up, or stunned by my assault, no. They were still watching, ready, and really, I’m sure I got what I deserved.

 

Which was a bullet clipping my ear.

 

I swore louder than I’d ever sworn before as I felt sweat, blood and flesh leave my face. And then rage. All I could feel was the rage, suppressing the pain. Suppressing the anger. Fueling the adrenaline.

 

And I ran. I pumped my legs, willing them to drag me throughout the room. The flashlights glimmered brightly, lighting up my onslaught. I caught the mirror reflection of a bullet being fired – God knows how! – and slipped a step to the left, it pile-driving straight through my ear. Oh, wait, they’d already got that.

 

I leapt, hands outstretched forward. I was a panther, a beast of the rage, the fury, the killing. I was now the hunter and these were the hunted. My vision was clouded by my animal senses, and like the hunter I was, I delivered.

 

I had never killed before. But this man had just taken out over half of my right ear, so I wasn’t going to let him go with a smile and a wave. No, of course not. I tensed my muscles as I soared through the air, sinking my fist into the front of his gas mask helmet. The click of broken bones was so reassuring, so thrilling. I kicked at his legs, and he fell, I fell on top of him. I could hear him screaming, and it was music to my ears. I was the hunter. The hunter. THE HUNTER!

 

And then I resurfaced, becoming human again. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. Standing up, I took a step back from the unconscious, probably hospitalised-worthy, soldier slumped in front of me. I glanced to my right, meeting the hidden eyes of the other man who had remained standing. I could sense his fear, his horror. And the animal wanted to feast upon it.

 

Not able to take it any longer, I ran. Forwards, fast. I felt as though a thousand soldiers could have been in front of me and still I would have run. Truth was, I felt the same as that guy. I was afraid of myself.

 

I vaulted forwards, meeting the warm glass, pressing against it. And it fell. And I fell.

 

It was strange, that moment of falling. I could think again, my thoughts now my own once more. And I fell and thought, thinking about who I was, where I had come from, and how I had got there. Amnesia plagued my brain, feasting upon the glimpses of past memories I had, locking them behind doors. And as I thought and fell, fell and thought, I believed I had been given a second chance. A second try. A new attempt at life.

 

And then I hit the ground. Seemed I was done falling and thinking, for the moment at least.

 

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The chilled breath came, followed by a puff of smoke. The man replaced his cigarette in his mouth, cursing himself yet again for starting this nasty habit. He only smoked when he failed, which safe to say wasn’t often. However, he had already managed to get through a whole fourteen in the single hour alone. Imagine it, a week after obtaining his first gold stripe and he fails. To a fourteen-year old kid, to make it worse, and a freak to make it worse than that.

 

He slid the glowing end into the ashtray, making a purposely drawn-out sigh to nobody but himself. And, apart from the five specially selected soldiers, that was just the way he liked it. With two of his men hospitalised and he himself dangerously close to being also, he would have to tread carefully from now on.

 

Yet again he opened the envelope regarding his team’s latest target, skimming through the details. Yet again, his troubled eyes fell upon a face with stunning green irises, short black hair, pale lips and a chipped ear, caused by one of his own men.

 

And yet again, he pulled a cigarette and began to smoke.

[Fen.]

Wow, you did it again.

 

You put into words pure emotion, fear, hatred, power. It is such an easy read, more of an indulgance than a chore for me as of now. I can taste a bit of dark comedy in your writing as well, and It made me chuckle a litlle. If I'm the only on who did this, I guess I have a sick twisted thing for "Hunters".

 

Nontheless, a great second chapter. But I'm wondering why you chose the title of the story what you chose, oh well that's for another day I guess.

 

This is becoming quite the adventure, Snitch.

 

~MT~

[Snitch]

Wow' date=' you did it again.

 

You put into words pure emotion, fear, hatred, power. It is such an easy read, more of an indulgance than a chore for me as of now. I can taste a bit of dark comedy in your writing as well, and It made me chuckle a litlle. If I'm the only on who did this, I guess I have a sick twisted thing for "Hunters".

 

Nontheless, a great second chapter. But I'm wondering why you chose the title of the story what you chose, oh well that's for another day I guess.

 

This is becoming quite the adventure, Snitch.

 

~MT~

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Thanks again, MT, it's nice to have a dedicated reader with great comments like yourself. I'm glad you enjoy what I write and I'll try and get something new up soon for you and everyone else.

 

If there is anyone else, lol.

[Godot]

Just epic. I loved it. All the way down to the the last sentence.

 

I need Maor.

[DARKPLANT RISING]

I'm dead.

 

That sentence was pure awesome.

 

And so was the rest.