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The Cure
Chapter 1- Hunter
The Hunter prowled down the street, nose twitching as he sniffed the air for the familiar scent of un-diseased flesh. Although any meat would satisfy the hunger, only uninfected had a lasting effect. The Hunter howled as his sensitive nose found the scent he sought. He ran towards the source of the smell, mouth watering. He slammed into the door blocking his route and found himself facing a survivor holding a needle/syringe in one hand and a pistol in the other.
"Bite. Kill. Eat." Muttered the Hunter, although the survivor could only hear growls.
To the Hunter's surprise, the human, rather than back off like most did, lunged straight at him, stabbing him with the needle and injecting the contents of the syringe into his bloodstream.
"Pain! Bad! Angry!" Screamed the Hunter, as he leapt on top of the human before him. He raised his clawed hand, ready to rip the face off the human who hurt him...but suddenly found that he just couldn't.
"What am I doing?" He thought. "And why can I think in coherent sentences again? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
The fear in the survivor's eyes faded as the hunter on top of him paused (quite literally) just inches away from killing him. He had been worried that he had been wrong about the liquid in the syringe, but it appeared as if he had been right after all.
He spoke for the first time, his voice cutting through the Hunter's mind "Please, get off me."
The Hunter, realising what he was doing and able to do something, lowered his claw and stepped back from his former foe. The survivor rose to his feet, dusted himself off and looked his charge. The scruffy Hunter stood in front of him, seeming dazed from the stuff in the syringe. Before the Hunter could reply, he lent forward and flicked back the creature's hood, revealing a muddy face with razor teeth and a LOT of dried blood. He also noticed the creature had his eyes closed.
"Open your eyes." He ordered the Hunter.
Again obeying commands, the Hunter attempted to do so. His first attempt resulted only in pain shooting through his brain at the foreign amount of light. Even more confusing was that the Hunter could have sworn that he had a faint memory of tearing his own eyes out when he first changed, like all Hunters do to increase their other senses. Deciding to just accept how things are at the moment, he attempted a second time to open his eyes. This attempt was more successful, with a watery image floating in front of him. After blinking a few times, he was able to see the middle-aged survivor standing in front of him; instead of just being able to smell his presence. Realising how the survivor didn't seem to have as much muck on his face as the Hunter did, the Hunter decided to remove some of it. Seeing a sink nearby, he walked over to it and, remembering how for the first time since he first mutated, turned it on to wash himself, careful not to hurt himself with his claws.
Seeing this, the survivor decided to speak again. "Well, you don't speak English, but you are regaining some of the less animalistic mentalities, so there is hope for you. Can you remember your name? Just nod or shake your head if you can't speak."
The Hunter shook his head at this, and then pointed at the survivor.
"My name? I'm Steven." Stated the survivor. "And since you can't remember your own name, I'll call you Kieran. It was a name I always liked and you look a bit like a 'Kieran'".
Kieran nodded his acceptance and Steven held out a hand for the Hunter to shake "Welcome back to the unsafe side..."
This isn't the end, there is more to the story, I'll update when I can.
Also, this is my first Fanfic, so please R & R.