-The Infected-
Chapter One
The hooded figure emerged from the tree in utter silence, seeking its target. A tall figure that had eluded him for months, it gave a haze of green smoke, making it easy for a hunt.
He pulled his deep purple bandana up above his mouth and leapt towards his prey. It crossed the street and into a small building, still exhaling the toxic fumes. It crept into the structure and hid behind a small shelf. The tall individual turned towards its hiding place and began to walk to the hooded figure's location. It slid across the floor to another row and narrowly missed an elongated tongue-like object. The taller person pulled around the corner and snatched the hooded predator from around waist with the weird slimy tongue and pulled in the pursuing figure.
The hooded one struggled and fought but was eventually pulled in to its "prey". The taller one gripped the hood and yanked it off of the now revealed teen. Then the now un-hooded figure let out a terrible scream as its super sensitive eyes were now in broad day light. The smoking figure let its grip on the predator loosen enough for him to pull out his clawed hand and swipe at the tall one's mohawk. The tall one then stopped and began to touch a small area where its mohawk had been cut and then yelled at the bandana wearing figure. He then yanked the bandana from its face and punched it in the gut.
The now full revealed man pulled its enemy close and clawed its chest leaving a large gash. The tall one fell to the ground and with one final effort kicked the hunter's leg enough to sprain the lower area. They then both lay on the ground of the building, writhing in pain cursing at each other...
I soon woke up to a loud cough like grunt from beside me and tried to get up. Bad mistake, my leg fuckin' hurt! "Son of a Bitch!" I cursed loudly, enough to wake the coughing infected next to me. I punched his side and cursed at him one more time before he began to strangle me again, still on the ground. I cut his tongue with my claw and he yelped in pain.
He then kicked my bad leg and I clutched it to my chest trying to stop the pain. He snickered and then got up, clutching his stomach, and gave me one last kick and began to walk away. I then cursed at him one more time and blacked out again. I woke again to a wheezing sound and the smell of smoke, now normal smoke. The teen was now smoking a cigarette and messing with a small metal thing.
I got up, still a glimpse of pain in my foot, and began to walk to him. He immediately noticed my efforts to get him dropped his metal thing and pushed me back with his tongue, right into the sunlight. I shrieked in pain as my eyes felt like they were melting.
He lightly chuckled at my protest but was then cut dead silent as I clawed his final tongue off. "Bitch" he muttered and began to run away. His effort were futile, even n my pained state. I leapt at my mohawked target and rammed him into the ground. His eyes filled with terror as I began to shred his shirt, his scream filling my heart with joy. But right as I was about to claw his flesh again he grabbed one of my hands and twisted it back, surprising me.
He then punched me in the shoulder, dislodging it and tried a jab at my face. His hand met concrete and I could hear the popping of his knuckles, he cursed and waved it, just enough time for me to shove him off. I grabbed what was left of his shirt and pulled him along the ground and threw him in the toy shop window. Deciding that he was done I began to walk away, for my new prey.
But less did he know a cough came from the small toy shop...