Bloodlines
N/A: Getting back into writing, or trying to. I've decided to put this in the crossover section due to how heavily the Texas Chainsaw Massacre (and to some extent, Hostel) franchise will be intertwined in this story, but, as with all my stories here, this fanfic is in the world of Black Lagoon.
This fanfic is linked with the stories, Bloodlust (co-written with Amigodude) and Butcher.
Disclaimers:
Black Lagoon and its characters © Rei Hiroe
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre © New Line Cinema
Hostel © Lionsgate
PROLOGUE: THE LAST SEQUEL
A tired woman, an angry woman, walked slowly to the entrance of Roanapur. There were hollers and obscenities shouted out the windows of the passing cars. What the hell was wrong with the bitch in the daisy dukes? Who walks in the middle of the damned road?
The steel toed boots tapped heavily along the broken concrete until she came to the noose dangling from the frame of the large bridge. Cars swerved to avoid her and more obscenities were said. It didn't seem to register in her ears, her head hung low, dark tendrils of hair clinging to her forehead. The afternoon sun was downright unbearable. The small bursts of wind caused by passing cars were a small blessing.
She wiped the sweat from her brow and looked up at the noose. This was the greeting for all who entered this wicked city, wasn't it? A noose, a warning. She held up a hand to block the bright rays overhead to get a better look. A noose? No, from the angle where she was standing, the way she saw it, the way it swayed back and forth in the breeze, it reminded her more of a fish hook, a lure.
How suitable. Was there any wonder why killers swarmed to this shithole? No more needed to be pondered.
A small, feral smile came upon her lips.
"The hunt is over, chainsaw bitch."