TAMRYN'S HUNT
Part 1
Tamryn slinked across the cold, dark alley as quietly as a cat stalking its prey; his black boots making no sound as he walked. This was one of the longer alleyways in the area, with three dumpsters and one side door to each of the buildings on the two sides. Dusk was starting, giving the already dark alleyway more of a feeling of dampness and evil. There were cardboard boxes and other various items scattered everywhere as evidence of at least six homeless people who used to live here. The wind brought the smell of rotting garbage through the alleyway, so Tamryn lifted his grey bandana to his face to help with the smell; his dark red eyes watched as his target continued along, trying to ignore the smell.
The thug that Tamryn was tracking stumbled away on the other side of the alley; looking back in fear frequently, but never seeing Tamryn. This was his intention and planned on keeping it that way. Tamryn had been wondering if gangs were starting to form for about a month now, and he thought that today was going to be the day if he found out if this was true or not. From hiding place to hiding place Tamryn darted, constantly staying just out of the thug's vision. For now the thug just thought he was being paranoid. Tamryn recalled what had happened a few hours ago that had started this escapade.
It had been a quite week, which normally would have made Tamryn happy, but it the quite had come too sudden. For the two weeks previous the streets had been a buzz with crime, and then the worst happened. For the first time since Tamryn started protecting the streets, a double homicide occurred. As long as Tamryn could remember, it has always been small, petty crimes that occurred. Druggies wanting money, someone wanted a quick boost in life, all involving money is some way. Rapes were occasional, but even those were shocking in this area. Now a double homicide had been committed, and the streets had become as quiet as the animals become before a tornado strikes.
Around noon, Tamryn heard what he had been waiting for, a quick cry for help, quickly snuffed out, probably by a hard punch. He took off in the direction of call, and found a big dude, probably about 6'2", stealing the jewelry off of an unconscious woman who looked to be of higher society. She was probably a hostage taken from a local jewelry store robbery; apparently it went sour since the thug didn't seem to have much on him.
Tamryn quietly came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, keeping in mind the gun that he was carelessly wielding; probably a new guy to the criminal life. "Excuse me, but I believe what you're doing is…" Tamryn wasn't given a chance to finish his sentence as the thug spun around, ready to shoot Tamryn. As he did so Tamryn grabbed the thug's arm, keeping the gun pointed away from his head and gave him a swift punch to the stomach. The thug dropped his gun and clenched his stomach, trying his best to stay standing and staring at Tamryn. "Well now that's not the way to make new friends, you should work on your people skills." This was one of Tamryn's favorite parts: the mocking.
"You should learn to mind your own business. I've had enough of you messing up my plans." Plans? This idiot didn't look like he could conceive a plan that did anyone any good. He should've hired someone to do it for him; it would've at least bought him another ten minutes.
"Come on; don't be so sour, it's probably been fun. Although to be honest I don't remember you. Hang on, I've got an idea." With that Tamryn gave him a punch to face, giving him a black eye. The punch had enough force to send the thug to the ground on his back. "Oh yeah, I remember you now. Sorry, I didn't recognize you without the black eye and you being on the ground. Last time I saw you, you tried to steal money from a prostitute. Don't you realize that with all the crime in this town they all carry weapons with them? Needless to say, I wasn't particularly needed on that occasion. So I had nothing to do with 'messing up your plans' your own stupidity did that. I simply brought you to the police station. What happened? Did they laugh you out of the station?"
"No! For your information," he paused to cough; Tamryn was hoping there was blood somewhere in there. "They let me off with doing community service, but I bailed out on the last few hours. I've been living with my friends, and when they hear about what you did, you're dead!" Tamryn highly doubted that this guy had friends, which meant that he was probably talking about a gang he had become a member of. This also made it likely that they couldn't care less about this guy.
"So let me get this straight, you bailed out being just a few more hours away from legal freedom? Not particularly bright, are ya? Tell you what," Tamryn said as he picked up the gun the thug had dropped, "You go back to your 'friends' and tell them what I did, and we'll see if these friends of yours will be successful. Tell them I'm available this weekend, we can throw a party." Tamryn pretended to walk away, as he did he hid out of the thug's line of sight. When the thug was thought that Tamryn was far enough away, he got up and began to walk in a determined direction, and thus the hunt began.