Chapter 4: The King of the Kings Loses His Head
A lone hunter leaps from building to building in the hug busy New York city his cloaking making him virtually invisible to the human eye. Jegeren's strong legs made it easy for him to clear the gaps between buildings. Yautja are natural climbers because of their ancestors who were tree born creatures. Today the headhunter had a big target he'd set for himself, one for the past several months he's been trying to lure out in the open. The sound of a struggle alerted the hunter who immediately turn his head to the sound. Carefully taking quick but light steps he went over to the edge of the rooftop and looked over.
Down in a dark alley by the back door of a small pawn shop two rather well dressed thugs had slammed a smaller male against the wall. One taller man, who was the tallest human Jegeren had seen thus far, that was at the least six foot two had the smaller five foot five man up off the ground as he held him against the rough brick wall. The tall human's partner was speaking, apparently sternly judging by his expression, to the pinned male.
Curious Jegeren zoomed in with his bio helmet and noted something on the back of the well dressed thug's neck. They were identical tattoos of crowns with the word "Reyes"written beneath them in a sharp pointed font. A intrigued clicked escaped Jegeren's maw and he focused in his listening devises on what the speaking human was saying.
"You know damn well what I mean Franky! You killed two of our boss's men when they tried to collect from you you stingy little street rat! Now our boss King wants to have a nice little word with yah~So your creaky old junk shop will be closed for just today...if your lucky that is~." The sneering human laughed mockingly for a while before pushing his head forward, a sneering grin on his face as he finished his discussion with the panicking man. "Now you'll be coming with us to see our boss and you'll two will have a nice little chat about what you did~." With that the grinning man turned and left his partner carrying the frantic hostage under his shoulder. The tall human's other hand was used to cover the captured males mouth to keep him from calling out for help.
Jegeren grinned a Yautja grin behind his red lined bio helmet this human's misfortune just made his hunt easier for him. The cloaked hunter turned and followed the gangsters from the alley to a car they had waiting for them. He watched at the captive was gagged then tossed into the trunk of the car. While the humans were getting into their big black car Jegeren leapt down from the building he was on, landing silently, and climbed onto the cars roof.
When the car was turned on the head hunter gripped onto the front of the car's room his black claws digging into the metal coupled with his strong grip helped him stay on while the car began to move. Luckily for him they weren't going all too fast that and the road they were driving on was smooth. Eventually they came to a stop at a abandoned building that didn't look to old there were few cracks in the walls, paint didn't look chipped in fact it still looked like it was being used, which it was. Before the humans came out of the car Jegeren jumped off and onto a near by shed.
It didn't take long before the human called 'Franky' was taken away into the building. Jegeren silently watched him get dragged off, unfortunately Franky's fate wasn't in his hands. If he didn't want to get killed before his time then he shouldn't have gotten involved with the Reyes gang in the first place. Still cloaked the headhunter leaps off in search of a more stealthy entrance.
Inside the building a smug looking man with slicked black hair was waiting in a rather nice looking office, everything was probably more expensive than it needed to be. His feet were on the table as he leaned back in a well padded black leather office chair. Arms crossed behind his head the man's eyes were closed as he rested. He opened a ivy green eye as the door to his office was opened and a gagged and man was tossed in. The boss smirked and shifted to a normal sitting position as his two flunkys walked in and shut the door.
"Well know isn't this a surprise. I thought I'd never see your face again Franky, almost thought you skipped town," King started calmly in a nice welcoming tone but his expression soon turned sour, "After you killed two of my men..." He hissed spitefully, Franky's eyes widened and he mummered something most likely in his defense but it was muffled by the cloth used to gag him. King looked at him with a icy cold glare silencing his muffled begging, "Normally that wouldn't matter but this time it does...since one of them was my brother!" King slammed his fist down onto his expensive looking desk. Franky's face went pale he knew his fate was sealed, no it was sealed the moment he killed those two men maybe even before that but now his judge and jury was right before him in the form of a gang leader. King nodded his head to the shorter of the two thugs.
The still grinning thug pulled out a handgun and pointed it at Franky's head. A briefly shocked expression came across the taller thugs face when this action was done but it faded quickly as it had come. In the next second a loud bang that could have only come from a hand gun blasted through the air, as well as blood. Franky fell limp onto the floor a bullet hole in the side of his head leaving a small window into the inside of this skull. Blood, brain matter and bits of skull were speckled around the room on the other side of his head. Blood began to seep out from the underside of his head, when the thumps of boots where heard. The tall henchman looked up and saw his boss, King, had put his boots back up onto the desk.
"Now then," King started sounding calmer and happier, "Take out this piece of trash will you? Oh, and go burn down his little piece of crap shop while your at it but make sure to gutt it of anything worth value first." The gang boss said as he looked off to the side out of a small rectangular window, that let little light into the room because of its side and how dirty it was so the room had a dark overcast to it. King gestured to the smaller thug to dispose of the body.
Once the body was taken out of the room King lite a cigarette with a lighter and glance at the flunky remaining in the room. He chuckled lightly when he saw a unsettled look on his face. "Something on your mind Maxie?" King said somewhat tauntingly as he put away the metal lighter into his black slack's pocket before turning back to his crony.
Maxie looked a little wary about answering but figured that his cold hearten boss wouldn't let him go until he spoke. He took a moment longer to gather up his courage before finally speaking, "There's...been talk about the guys that have been...um mutilated recently. Their all from our group boss its obvious someone or something is out to get us..." Maxie explained his voice was uneven and far from vengeful. He was scared he was scare for his life.
Unlike his crony King scoffed at this, "Something?" He repeated bemusedly turning in his chair, "You sound like those old shits, speaking of 'demons' out to get us. Heh, let me tell you something Maxie," King turned his head back to his henchmen a smirk on his face, "there are no such thing as demons. There is no god or devil on man. Only men have the power to change things to take control of the world around us. We alone must make and change our fate." The gang leader spread his arm out at his sides, "I only made this happen. I got myself this wealth I built this kingdom from the nothingness I started out with. If it take blood and death to get myself to live like a king then so be it." King looked at his flunkys face which was wide in disbelief at his boss's arrogance. Leaning back in his chair King grinned surely, "If its anything at all the murders were done by some other gang members trying to get a rise out of me. They want me to run away so they can swoop in and take over my kingdom but that's not happening thats why I came here to show them i'm not scared."
The tall Reyes member Maxie narrowed his eyes at his boss, "That's not it and you know it boss..." King raised a questioning brow at Maxie, "There is SOMETHING out their tearing the heads clean off of our members! Some were SKINNED for crying out loud and your-your acting like its a mother fucking game!" Maxie calmed himsef and looked his cruel uncaring boss straight in the eyes, "Well, I'm done playing. You can take care of this demon yourself," The tall man turned to the door and opened it looking back one last time,"Because its after you." With that said Maxie left the room leaving his boss with a rather serious contemplating look.
As Maxie headed to leave the building he didn't look or acknowledge anyone as he walked throught the halls. They were all dead to him, they didn't exists so he didn't have to notice them because they weren't there to him. They were in the past that was behind him, he was walking forward into a newer safer future for himself. Maxie knew that they wouldn't listen to him no one believed in demons now a days and now one was coming to kill them all. With a regretful sigh he opened a door and trudged out into the alleyway, he'd have to walk home but it that meant living so be it. Passing by a open dumpster, that most likely had a dead body in it now, Maxie pulled out his handgun from his holster. Giving it a dull look over he tossed it into the dumpster carelessly. "Won't be needing that anymore..." He muttered flatly to himself.
[Smart Move.]
Maxie froze in place momentarily before quickly turning around. He looked around for whoever had said that and spotted a warped space on the neighboring roof to the Reyes gang headquarters. Maxie gulped fearfully his hair standing on ends, whatever it was gave off a dangerous feel too it. The former gang member stared at the somewhat human shape for several minutes before finally re-finding his courage and spoke it the form, "Whatever your going to do. Do it." The shapes head tilted out of curiosity and a clicking noise rang through the air shortly after. Maxie gestured to the building the Reyes gang members were in, the figure's head followed this movement. "Everyone in there deserves it so if your here to kill them then go for it." Maxie backed up bringing the being's attention back to him, "Now, if you don't mind...I have to walk home." When the figure didn't lung at him Maxie quickly walked off and away from it.
Jegeren clicked again out of curiosity, a human that was allowing him to killing his pack members? That was certainly something new to him. "This is going to be a interesting hunt~." He purred to himself. Having already checked all other sides of the building the door the previous human had exited was the best way in since the building only had a single floor to it. Jumping down from where he was perched Jegeren crept up to the door and turned the handle. The Yautja grunted in surprise when he found it was locked from the inside. It made sense thought the humans didn't want anyone sneaking in.
After examining the door handle for a second Jegeren unsheathed his wrist blades and dug them into the door and used them to tear off the door handle. Jegeren then tossed the handle into the dumpster behind him. With the handle gone the head hunter pushed up the door and sneaked into the Reyes gang hideout.
As he crept quietly like a cat through the bare halls of the building he heard murmuring up ahead of him. Humans were coming, Jegeren didn't need them knowing of his presence yet. If he could have his way he wouldn't have them know through the whole hunt. Quickly he sneaked up to the corner back against the wall. Just when the human turned the corner he grabbed his head and pulled it towards him as he stabbed with his wrist blades. The death was instant. Pulling the human's blood dripping head off of his wrist blades he turned to the other ooman (human) that the now dead one was speaking with.
Jegeren growled and unsheathed his other wrist blades and lunged at the ooman missing by only an inch as the human turn and fled down the hall. This wasn't good if he called for help then the others in the building would soon be upon him. Quickly the blooded hunter activated his plasma caster and fired a quickly blast. The plasma bolt landed square in its targets back. Injured but not dead the badly wounded ooman fell to the ground with a large circular burn mark on his back. The hunter walked up to his prey knowing it wasn't getting away but as he approached the wounded human seemed to have gotten a second wind and tried to crawl away letting out a pitiful whimpering noise as he tried to scramble for freedom. Jegeren grabbed him by the head and lifted him up turning him towards his cloaked face.
"You're certainly a durable one aren't you?" Jegeren clicked impressed as he looked the human's terrified face over, the Yautja purred. Yes this one was going to be a trophy. With a clean slice the hunter cut off the human's head before he could scream and continued down the hall putting the head in a trophy sack.
Continuing down the dark empty halls Jegeren kept his senses alert for any other oomans patrolling through the hideout. Silently like he wasn't even there the hunter crept through the halls and soon came to a big room. The room was filled with crates most likely holding drugs or other illegal items. No shortage of firearms were present in this room that was obvious. Pieces of furniture where placed here and there making the room look more live able sort of. The Yautja hunter peered around from behind the corner to spot a good hiding spot.
Spotting metal beams on up above that supported the high roof Jegeren sneaked out from the door way and hopped up onto a wide window ledge then unto the metal beams.
"Anyone hear something?" A human said as he heard a thump come out of no where when Jegeren had jumped onto the meta beam.
"Shut up and get back to work you grunt!" A man at the head of the room said annoyingly as he and some other guys were packing some illegal goods into boxes to be shipped out. The first ooman looked back to the area he'd heard the noise then shrugged it off and headed back to work.
Invisible to the ooman he was hunting Jegeren glanced around the room once more to see if he could spot anything else. There was a small metal stairs that lead up to a door in the back. Zooming in he looked through the window of the door and saw a smug looking human in the room. It was clear that he was the Reyes boss, Jegeren could tell because he wasn't working and by his high class attire.
Now all he had to do was lure the high ranking ooman out of his office. Jegeren looked down at the laboring grunts and figured a few of them dead would surely lure the human named King out. Popping his neck the hunter readied himself for a fight, only the strongest would make it out alive. Activating his plasma caster once again Jegeren aimed at the middle of the group packing the goods, after checking if they were armed, and fired a charged blast at them.
The plasma bolt zoomed across the room and exploded on impact with the middle person. Shrapnel from the blast was sprayed onto objects and humans around the blast radius. The oomans not killed by the blast were injured by the shrapnel and quickly jumped away to avoid any further damage quickly pulling out their guns. Others in the room quickly dashed for their weapons, thus making themselves fair game for Jegeren. Quickly the Yautja pulled out his smart disk plotted out a target rout and tossed the sharp bladed disk. The deadly projectile flew its course making short work of the humans that it was meant to kill; however two jumped out of the way one only getting a bad cut on his arm before the disk flew back to its owner.
Seeing some gun be turned to his location Jegeren jumped to another beam and avoided a dangerous steam of bullets coming his way. There was a momentary cease fire when the oomans realized they hadn't hit anything but the roof, leaving bullet holes or dents in it, while they were looking for their target Jegeren sneaked back onto the ledge then towards a human. The unknowing target had his gun pointed away from where it should have been making it easier for Jegeren to grab the human and yank him onto the ledge. While the Yautja slit the humans throat, making blood pour out of the wound one human spotted his ally being held by something and immediately opened fire.
Jegeren yelped in pain when a bullet entered his arm and he tossed the dying human away making the ooman who was firing on him stop to avoid hurting his comrade. Now bleeding his glowing light green blood have the humans a small indicator of where to fire and they took it. The Yautja however wasn't about to stop and they the humans kill him and kept darting across the room making it hard for them to aim. The camouflaged hunter leaps over a table and lunged at a human and slugged him right on the side of the face. Before the ooman near him could turn and fire Jegeren roared and stabbed his gun with one pair of wrist blades pulled him forward and stabbed him in the eyes with the other pair before wrenching his head off completely. Turning his head Jegeren aimed his plasma caster at two human and fired killing one and heavily wounding the other. While they were down Jegeren turned his head back to the ooman he had punched and saw he was recovering, trying to get to his feet. The hunter wasn't about to let them happen and stabbed him in right in the heart. The human gasped coughing up blood briefly before dying.
Suddenly a loud human battle cry caught Jegeren's ears and turned his head to see what was going on. His gaze was met by the back of a rifle knocking him back. Soon a second hit came then a third hard hit knocking the Yautja onto the ground. Dazed Jegeren growled irately then snapped out of his confusion when he heard the distinct sound of the safety being pulled. Instinctively he rolled out of the way of the rifles aim and got onto his feet. Jegeren turned on his bare heels and slashed the oomans face tearing off the cheek exposing the bare teeth before he grabbed his head and forced it down. Without hesitation Jegeren dug his other wrist blades into the humans backing causing him to yell out in massive pain with a hard yank the headhunter pulled out his spine along with his head. The decapitated and de-spined body fell with a hard thud onto the floor, blood creating a crimson pool around the large wounds.
Feeling the rush of the hunt Jegeren let out a loud roar of success he had avoided Cetanu's (Yautja God of Death) clutches once again. Facing death, staring it right in the eyes but avoiding its cold grip was one of the rushes of the hunt. At any moment Cetanu could come out of nowhere and claim his life as a trophy but this time he had escaped that alone was a success on his half.
After finishing off the last wounded human to stop his suffering any further he headed for the big boss's office. Opening door Jegeren saw a major change in scenery. The now blood splattered room behind him the walls were bare concrete while in the office the walls were painted a nice color and there was a carpet on the floor. The room had a more pleasant classier air to it. The man in the room; however, did not have a pleasant air to him at all. The human's eyes had a cold killer look to them and he seemed unfazed by the cloaked figure in front of him him.
A chuckle escaped the humans lipped mouth, "Well then, looks like Maxie was wright something IS after me. But" He paused and smirked, "Your not a demon or a evil spirit are you?" King inquired with a hint of slight amusement. When Jegeren turned off his cloaking revealing his slightly reptilian yet human like shaped form King was a little surprised by this reveal. "Well, this is unexpected..." He looked behind Jegeren slightly then a interested grin came over his face, "So how much does it take to get you to work for me? With your skill I'm willing to pay much more than I usually do for my henchmen. So name your price headhunter~." King dealed with a oil slick voice.
The out of wolder tilted his head inquisitively as if he was pondering a answer then a oddly human like chuckle escaped past the the yautjain metal helmet. [Heheheh, money means][nothing][to me.][Only your][skull][is of worth][to me.] Jegeren's vocal mimicry in a multitude of different voices with a dull tone with a slight metallic tone but there was a underlying tone of mocking to it.
King took the answer and bent down to grab something, "Alright then," The Pyode Amedha (human) pulled up a chainsaw from underneath the desk and dropped it onto the desk, "take me down if you can even try." King dared with a slight growl. In the next moment the ooman took up the deadly weapon pulling the cord to turn the weapons engine. A loud revving noise tore through the air as King got up and leaps over the desk lunging at the headhunter.
Out of instinct Jegeren blocked the dangerous weapons's rotating blade with his wrist blades. Spark flew from the friction for the rotating blade against the wrist blasts . The headhunter jumped back away then flipped over the stairs the lead to King's office.
"Someones is surprisingly light on their feet..." King muttered to himself before he rushed after his attacker leaping off the rail of the stairs then at Jegeren chainsaw revving to sever flesh.
Expecting the attack Jegeren evaded and quickly pulled out his combi-stick and stabbed King in the side. King let out loud yelp and angrily turned to Jegeren, "You bastard!" He swung his chains as he turned to the alien hunter.
When he missed again Jegeren stepped back and unhooked his helmet tubes, catching King's curiosity causing him to allow Jegeren to remove his helmet without attacking. Seeing his attacker's real face he swore he was going to puke,"Well...aren't you a down right ugly bitch." The gang leader snorted in disgust.
Used to the insults Jegeren let out a loud bellowing roar and swung his staff lows towards King's stomach. "Oh no you don't!" King yelled defiantly as he back up then side stepped away. With a battle cry the gang leader rush forward nailing Jegeren in the side. Luminescent light green blood splattered onto King's face as his saw tore through Jegeren's side.
A loud pain filled roar erupted from Jegeren's maw as a the blade sliced through his side but his pain so gave way to anger and he smacked King away with his combi-staff against his head. Stunned by the sudden blow Jegeren stabbed his combi-staff into King's shoulder that was connected the hand that wielded the blade. The gang leader screamed in pain and released the chainsaw and fell to the ground. Growling angrily Jegeren as he looked at the bleeding gash in his side the strode over to what would be his newest trophy.
King opened his mouth to beg for his life but the Yautja had no mercy for his prey and stabbed his wrist blades into his stomach separating his spine before Jegeren tore off his head with a triumphant roar. Purring pleased with his new trophy Jegeren turned it to him and click proudly as he stroked the bloody exposed spine. "Very nice~, you'll be a nice addition to my collection~." Jegeren purred with a slightly dark chuckle. Putting his new trophy away he flinched when his wounded let out a yelp of pain. Need to seal this quickly before I clean up my hunt, Jegeren though quickly. After putting away his wrist blades and combi-staff he pulled out a nearly circular case and pressed a tribal blood symbol with a dot in the center, the mark of his clan Halkrath-Thwei (Shadow Blood), and the case popped open revealing various Yautjain medical instruments.
Jegeren sat on a table and used a suction tool to suck out the remaining blood to see the full extent of the damage. The wound was still as bad as it looked, after this it was best that he didn't push himself to much, but the chance of causing him to die wasn't high. Trading the blood sucking tool for the a stapler he pinched the wound close then pinned in three medical pins which forced the wound close. The sharp pain from the pin made him yelp in pain but the wound was closed now, meaning it'd heal faster. Finally he pulled out a needle and jammed it into his sides making him grunt and flinch at the same time as the sharp point sent pain piercing into his nerves. Soon after thought the numbing drug soothed his pain making him sigh in relief.
Patched up and ready to go Jegeren looked around the room at the bodies and blood both his and Pyode Amedha. He chuckled lightly, "Time for the clean up now." Getting up with a rough grunt he set to work.
Later at the night Mackenzie along with Boris entered the building, a murder had been committed and they were sent to investigate the crime scene. With the door opened they headed in, walking through the halls they saws some blood splatter but the main room made that look like nothing. Blood was splattered everywhere but what was truly shocking was the skinned bodies, a few missing their heads and spines, hanging upside down in a circle from the banners. "Oh dear god..." Mackenzie gasped this was the worst murder he'd seen thus far, but he'd seen very similar murders before. "Jegeren..." He growled to himself since their last 'meeting' Mackenzie knew he was right about it being on person. Glaring at the crime scene he muttered to himself, "I'll get you you monster just wait you slip up eventually..."
Elsewhere in the woods near New York Jegeren was polishing the skull that news to belong to King. The Yautja hunter chuckled to himself, "About now Mackenzie must be seeing the result of his last hunt." Finished he glanced at his trophy using a black claw to stroke the skull's forehead,"Try as hard as you possibly can Mackenzie you won't catch me."
Day then weeks then months then years passed making the Yautja Yeyin-R'ka or Jegeren's stay on Earth abut a decade. Mackenzie hadn't come close to capturing the head hunter and still didn't know what he really was but he'd already come to suspect he wasn't human. Jegeren had continued to hunt on Earth made him find that human's were his favorite prey out of all the species he knew of. Every know and then he'd take his ship and move elsewhere on the continent to hunt but usually he stayed in the country called America. As of right now New York's criminal population was beginning to die down slightly and he was tiring of hunting gangs for right now.
"Time to try something new." The Yautja said to himself as he headed to his ship.
