What I take pride in when I write Evolution is the amount of research that goes into this. I have about 20 links to Canadian Military and a few to the US Marines and Rangers in my bookmark list. Weapons, equipment and the like are all neatly organized. What was the major problem for me (and caused the late release of this chapter) was the sex. Give me furries, animals or Pokemon and I'll whip out the female's view easily. Human (or Alpha Hunters) females kind of throw me off. So with help from my girlfriend and Terra/IcyEmo, I was able to be satisfied with the sex scene.

FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR SANITY: Jonathan Cliff will be named Jon or "Cliff" while Jonathan DesRoches will remain Jonathan and "DesRoches". Remember that, I'll disregard reviews stating that, but I will love EVERY review sent in!

..:: Evolution Chapter 14 – Splinter ::..

I sat back in the chair and sighed as I relaxed. Terra was with me doing what she loved, and all was well. "Hey babe?" I said.

A muffled reply sounded like she wanted to know what I wanted. I decided to reply back. "Last night, I had a dream about you. In this dream, I'm dancing right beside you. It looked like everyone was having fun, the kind of feeling I've waited so long."

She then let out a muffled agreement and looked like she genuinely wanted me to continue. "Yeah, don't stop, come a little closer." She shuffled closer, "As we jammed, the rhythm got stronger. There was nothing wrong, with just a little fun? We were dancing all night long."

She giggled and I continued. "When the time was right, I put my arms around you. You must have felt right, 'cause you put your arms around too. Then suddenly, I felt the shining sun. Before I knew it, the dream was all gone."

She sighed and let out almost a content purr as she got back to what she was doing. "Well", I continued after a moan of relaxation and satisfaction, "I don't know what to do."

Terra took a breath, "About what Jon?" as she still massaged, my breaths got deeper.

"Well, about this dream and you. I wish this dream comes true." I said before my body tensed up.

I relaxed and Terra came up from her place between my legs and then sat on my lap. "Thanks babe, been a while since you did that."

She licked her lips, "Well it's been a while since we have had any alone-time."

I was slightly concerned tough. "You want anything back?"

"Nope, trust me, I get a lot out of doing that to you," she leaned in close and added "Master" with a giggle.

You see this is the weird but great thing about saving Terra's life. Ever since she's been a Hunter she has been a bit more submissive and has taken to calling me "master". Now I'm not complaining at all. I was just slightly surprised in this behaviour. She sometimes just gets really childish and curious, even more so than usual. Again, I'm not complaining, but she was different. A good different, I'm glad to see that she is happy.

I asked Damien about it once. He simply said that she was a female Hunter and was different from the males. Whereas he was more dominant with Jessica, Terra would be instinctively more submissive. Seeing how a male hunter would be dominant over a female hunter, it would make sense that she had taken me as a "mate" and all. It would be scary to see angry hunter sex over domin...

What the fuck was I thinking about?

There was a knock at our door. "Yo, Jon an' Terra, we be needin' ya at the bridge for a meetin' and everytink." A familiar Jamaican said through the door.

"Uhhh... sure fine." I replied.

"Oh an' one more ting." He said before yelling "I'mma gecko that can kill cake from a mile from Washington mon! Jus' ask Elvis!"

"What?" both of us asked in surprise.

"Ah jus' get cha tings an get up here!" he yelled back.

I didn't get an answer back apart from laughter as it faded down the hallway. With a bit of a weird look, Terra bounced off my lap. So we ran up to the bridge. I took longer in crossing he ship than Terra did. She easily jumped over the containers and junk that had piled on here and there. Luckily it hasn't snowed much yet, enough that you could snowmobile but not enough to actually stop anything. However, living so close to the water made for pretty chilly winds. We just made sure that each section had its own way of heating itself and that we closed doors around here.

Everyone was standing around a large table, maps spread out everywhere. Everyone was dressed in military olive drab outfits. Damien turned to me. "Cliff, glad you could make it. We are discussing on how to resolve our problem in London."

"London?" I said as I took a seat overlooking the table.

George gave me a bit of what everyone was thinking. "We feel like there may have been some survivors from the infected and Biker attack at the Mall. For instance, we all made it, why couldn't others? If anything, it would be imperative and essential that the survival of the human species be one of our top priorities. So we get them and bring them here."

I sat up straight. "So we are looking in taking back the Mall, or to evacuate any survivors or Knights back here?"

Jonathan DesRoches replied, "We have more than enough room to establish or construct a colony. Hell, if they can make Rivet City on Fallout, we can make another city in real-life. I get to be mayor though," he paused and a dreamy look went over his face, "you can all be my advisors and such! Awesome!"

"Fine then, how do we do this?" I asked.

"Well first we need to know where they are hiding." Jessica pointed out.

That I was able to get off of Midnight before I had to attend to Terra while she was unconscious. "They are around the old Ice House and Costco. They might even be up in the school, Regina Mundi."

We debated the possible location of the Bikers for the next while. Soon enough we came to the conclusion that the most defendable and resource-filled location would be the Costco big box store. That would have warehouse doors and access. It also had full-mechanic auto shop for cars and jeeps for them to use as well as a bakery and a shitload of food.

"So how do we get there and what is the plan?" Terra aked.

Apparently they answered my question quite well. The plan was solid and they showed me how our little team was going to get there. After a brief skirmish with a few infected, we used snowmobiles to make our way over to London. I had to hold onto Jon the whole way, making sure my claws are okay. "Terra, we are here" he told me after about two hours.

Strange enough, the cold or snow did nothing to slow down the infected. I once asked Gene what he thought about it, since he travelled all the way from Texas in the belief that Canada's winter might stall the Infected's run. "I have a theory Terra. Now down in southern America, around New Orleans and such there were swamplands. This of course was before I was infected. When I was down in there with another group of people we saw something peculiar. There were infected who had perfectly adapted to the swamp water. We nick-named them 'mud men', and they crept through the swamp and underbrush looking for their prey. Ones that weren't acting like mud men still had thicker muscles in their legs in order to move through water at running speed. They weren't Special Infected, just something different from the norm.

"Now take it up here in Canada, we could be getting infected that spit ice instead of acid. We could get infected that stab us with their tongues instead of wrapping them around us. Who knows? I however think that they will get a resistance to cold. However your virus is different than theirs, so yours is adaptive through intelligence rather than physical changes. So bundle the fuck up if you need to. I don't need to."

Jonathan, Alex, and Jessica stayed behind in order to keep things tidy and such. We didn't need much anyways, only a few people and a couple of guns. The special part of the plan was for Damien and me. As we came up to London we noticed a barn that had smoke coming up from around it. We killed the engines and I started running towards it. Damien was hot on my heels as we stuck low to the snow, blending in with the white since we dressed that way. Almost perfectly silent we made it to the side of the barn. I pushed on the talk part of my walkie-talkie and spoke through the microphone that was attached to the headphones connected to my ear. It wasn't Agent Smith's, but it was something.

"Damien, you have anything on the left side?" I asked as I crouched down on the left side of the barn.

"No, continue to the front door" he said.

So I did, I was about to turn the corner when I heard the sounds of a struggle coning from the other side of the barn. Soon I heard nothing again so I decided to slowly creep my way into the moonlit barn. I turned the corner and the air was blown out of my lungs as a force impacted my chest. Dazed I hit the ground gasping for air. A boot pinned me down and a rifle's barrel was pointed at my face. A man in all black wearing a gas mask was about to kill me.

"A man and a giraffe walk into a bar. They both get absolutely pissed. Giraffe falls to the ground passed out as the man turns to leave. The bartender says 'Oi, you can't leave that lyin' there!' to which the man replied 'That isn't a lion. That's a fucking giraffe'." The man said to me with a slightly muffled voice.

Nothing says post-apocalypse like a freak in a gas mask. I just stared at him. He removed the boot from my chest. "Looks like you are okay. Damien just told me about you, just making sure you weren't infected. Well, more than nor..." he cut himself off, "Lieutenant Terra?"

It dawned on me that this must have been Liam Wilson! This guy was a nightmare but a blessing. He once tripped over a rock, hit a car and his rifle shot a gas tank that two Hunters were on ready to pounce us. Then as the fight with the eventual infected came up, he slipped on an oil spill and hit the ground. When he did he unloaded his C1A2 light machine gun into an oncoming Tank, shredding it to bits. He was always doing stuff like this. The last 'accident' involved him shooting a Smoker in the chest with a sniper rifle, causing its body to fall off of a building and crush two infected on impact.

We collected ourselves and brought the rest of my friends into the barn. We filled each other in on what happened to the Mall. First, Liam and three other Knights were known to survive. A few more civilian survivors were holed up in the basement of the barn. They were overjoyed to see Jon at least, and definitely not completely objective to me either. The men just saluted me like they usually did but the civilians seemed to be a bit more wary around me. I was a Hunter now after all. Correction: Alpha Hunter, Damien always stressed the importance of our differences with our Infected cousins.

Liam filled us in on their escape. They used the same method of escape as the Bikers used for entry. The only difference is that they had no idea where they were going in the sewers and ended up fighting through infected until they decided it was safe enough to get out. They had been camping out in the barn since then.

Damien was sitting beside a teenager that I noticed. He was what Jon called a squire in the Knights. His name was Christian if I recalled. Christian seemed to be in a good mood as Damien showed him his sidearm and compared it to the one he was holding. I decided to talk to him.

"..and that was when I kicked the Smoker off the building. Let me tell you, they still pop smoke when they hit the ground." He said.

"Sweet, my best one is shooting a propane tank and having the shrapnel rip apart a Boomer. Its bile covered another can of explosives and as the infected swarmed, I blew them up." Christian countered as he thumbed rounds into a half-empty clip.

"Smooth" Damien replied as he loaded his magazine and cocked it before tossing on the safety.

So I laid back against a barn wall by Jon and the others as they formulated a plan on how to get into the Costco. The problem was getting into it, since the doors were closed most of the time unless they decided to go for a run. However with all the food there they had quite a lot of provisions. They had only been in there for about a week, so there was certainly food in there still when they took the Bikers out. I felt good about that, if we can take them out we would have quite the amount of resources to continue our home in the S.S. Dreamer.

So our way in would have to be through the roof, which they kept patrolled. "Goddamn it, how the hell can we get in?" Liam swore.

"It's going to snow tonight." A voice said from the basement.

We turned to see who it was. A man about twenty years old was coming from below. He wore what we called our "light" metal armour, enough to cover the arms, the chest and the legs. It was mostly to soften the blows of infected so that they hurt themselves more than they hurt us. The guy had dyed hair, currently orange but it seemed like he had natural brown or just really dirty blonde hair. His face had a sloppily-trimmed goatee. I didn't recognize him from the Knights.

"Ah! This is Noel Landon; he was a survivor that has been alone this whole time until he saw the smoke and helped us evacuate the Mall. I loaned him our armour for thanks." He leaned in close "Never takes it off, but he is always smack-on regarding the weather."

Damien shook his hand, "Snow you say?"

"Yeah, it's going to snow, decent cover for moving around. You have to know these things when you are on your own." Noel said as he shook Damien's hand in return.

Damien turned to me, "Well then I guess we should go soon now; don't you agree Terra?"

I sighed, "Guess this was going to happen eventually."

We were looking at the Costco from where the old Ice House arena used to be. Noel was right, it was going to snow heavy, it was already snowing a bit now. I used to appreciate the snowy nights every year in Canada, but having them cast in an orange glow made it seem even more magical. I was eating a piece of beef jerky when a though came into my mind. "Damien, can you answer something for me?"

He tilted his head to the side quizzically, much like a cat and simply replied with "Sure, what's on your mind?"

"What's the difference between killing infected prey and human prey?" I almost hesitantly asked.

He laughed, "Prey? What made you think of them as that?"

I almost could almost feel the blush rise under my... dead skin? "Well, I assumed since we are Hunters, everything else would be prey."

"We aren't Hunters, we are Alpha Hunters, don't forget it. We are of a higher echelon of infected status with the gift of heightened intelligence. We have become something more than human, and more than infected. We don't eat those that we hunt, we do it to survive, or in some cases for sport I guess. If it is needed to be eaten then I suggest that your prey be a deer. I ate one once. Kinda yummy."

The thought of Damien over Bambi almost made me laugh. "You didn't answer my question." I reminded him.

"Ah! Well there are key differences in humans and infected. The first is to know that one is more deadly but less aware yet the other is less deadly but more aware. Knowing the difference in your 'prey' for lack of a better word - for now – is the key understanding on how to stay alive.

"Infected use all their senses, sight, touch, taste, and almost more importantly, sound. Yet it is fairly easy to take out an infected, because they are limited in their effectiveness, even as a group. Using sounds and smells to your advantage to manipulate their awareness is key. Making as little sounds as possible can make you able to run across a field of infected without them even knowing you are there, since hearing something seems to make them use all their senses at once and then you cannot hide from them.

"Humans however are far more complex, yet easier to hunt when you follow certain rules. First, try to hunt one at a time, their effectiveness increases in a group as you would know. Second is that they don't rely on their senses much, and when they do they overcompensate. Toss a coin to the right and the mind will make them look to the right, while you cut from the left. In fact, misdirection is probably the best weapon to use against a human opponent.

"The last rule is to never, under any circumstances, leave a human injured but alive. The will of humans are unique in that most will never stop trying to live. If you intend to kill a man, then do the job completely. Leave no quarter. Got that?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so." I said somewhat nervously.

He grabbed my shoulders. "Don't just be thinking that you know it, know that you know it. You are too precious for the rest of us to lose, human friends or otherwise. Besides, Jon is so attached to you that I'm sure he will give up if he loses you."

I was slightly taken back, "Really?"

"He's already seen you die once, make sure you don't needlessly make him go through it again." He replied simply.

Damien seemed to know what everyone was thinking at all times. He was trusted by pretty much every member of our little group. People told him things, and that was made even more apparent by Jon confiding something that serious to a man who wasn't even human anymore. Maybe he just saw past all the bullshit of social interaction. Maybe he just was so pure-hearted because he was free from human corruption. I still didn't know how much of the old world he remembered, but I am guessing that he will be remembered almost for forever with quite a few people.

"Want to hunt?" he asked as the snow started to blow harder.

I smiled back, "Thought you'd never ask."

As the snow started to cause a white-out condition, we ran towards the Costco. Strapped to us were silenced pistols and pretty much noting else but a few clips. Alex took black wet-suits and modified them so we could carry spare ammo. It was dark out, snow was blowing like crazy but we knew where we were going.

My heart is pounding like a machine. I am feeling giddy and happier than I have felt in a long time. Something about this was thrilling me as much as sex did. In fact, I could say that running to kill a bunch of humans was as good as sex. I almost shudder to think what actually hunting them was like.

We ascended a pipe running off the building and gained access to the roof. We made out three bikers through the white-orange snowflakes as they crowded around a sputtering barrel of fire. The snow was starting to die down. Damien came close and said simply "Take the left."

I crouched and drew my pistol, clicked off the safety and pounced. I hit him square in the chest and pulled the trigger, launching a nice slug into his brain. His blood splattered over the ice and snow around the barrel. We barely made a sound, except for some sputtering as I turned to see if Damien was successful. He was gripping a Biker by the throat. The Biker tried to punch him, but as he swung forward Damien ripped out his throat.

"Terra, check this out" he said as he stretched out the flesh in his hand.

Through the blood I could make out an outline of a flame, with a sideways eight. The inifinite flame. The flame of eternal flames. Flaming eternally in the flamey fire of flames. I am messed up. "So a massive gang?" I said as I noticed the same tattoo on Damien's other victim, mine as well.

"Or a cult, could be Satanic. Then again, aren't all cults stereotypically Satanic?"

"Aren't stereotypes bad?"

"Have you seen the rate Alex drinks Kool-Aid? I'd hate to see him in a watermelon patch."

"Oh"

He stood up as the Biker clutched his now gaping neck and Damien threw the piece of flesh into the fire, his claws glistening with blood and he let out a low hiss. The Biker's life expired as we found the roof access unlocked. Damien quickly put out the small fires that lit the way as we descended down the staircase to the main building. He slowly opened the door.

The warehouse was in shambles, or at least the centre of it was. There was a massive pit and shanties built around some fires as people shambled from one location to the other. It smelt terrible, even worse because my senses were heightened. We crept along the shadows of the once-butcher assembly in the back.

We were here to kill everyone; we just didn't know how many people were in here. So we did what we needed to do: get information. Damien started climbing the huge racks of supplies in the aisles and I followed. Soon we had a good vantage of what we needed to do.

There were really only two main sections of the pit that was dug out of the centre. There was a general gathering area, where twenty-six men and a few women were playing cards, getting drunk and fucking. Graffiti of the 'Eternal Flame' were scattered here and there. The other parts were just really bad houses built around beds. Damien was scratching his chin. "What are you thinking about?" I asked quietly, though loud music and cried of sex made easy to stay hidden.

"It's kinda cool up here eh? Temperature-wise right?" he said off-hand.

"Yeah... why did you say that?" I replied as I cocked my head slightly in confusion.

"If we keep it dark, we can use it against them right?" he asked.

"Yeah..."

"I know that London's water pressure is fine, so that means that the sprinkler system is online right?" he said smiling as he reached for the supports on the ceiling.

I saw what he was going to do. If we could get to the maintenance room, we would essentially overload the sprinkler system and send water spraying everywhere, dousing the fires. I followed his lead and jumped up into the rafters as well.

We crossed the whole building silently and unseen. We got a good grasp of what went on. The Bikers came in, built down and made windows for circulation and ventilation. Then they cleared out the middle, made homes and left the side aisles built into the ground with a load of supplies virtually untouched on the shelves. We could use those supplies to last a long time.

We slipped into the offices, more paintings and graffiti and debris were thrown here and there. Soon enough we were down in the basement, we crept along slowly.

"Now what I don't fucking get is why we have to stay down here while everybody gets to party." A male voice said as we dropped into the shadows.

"Easy, somebody has to make sure that there are no gas leaks and to make sure that the sprinkler system doesn't flash on." A rattier voice replied.

The two guys argued for a bit before I turned to Damien. He was gone. I panicked as I heard a couple of footsteps walk away from me and to the room.

"Hi guys, you're fucked." Damien said as he shot them.

Two lifeless bodies hit the ground as Damien to the maintenance keys from the one with the squeakier voice. He went over to the console and started playing with things he didn't know the function of. I kept watch before I heard water pouring and people swearing. I noticed one of the guys had a few grenades on them. I decided to take the belt they were looped on. Damien broke the key and the box he used to turn on the system with his fist before he beckoned me back out and up onto the rafters.

Everything was coated in orange, which means that it was pitch black. Shots were going off and screams were heard as I saw people running around. We were slightly wet from the climb but we were above the sprinklers now. Soon flashlights were found and people were looking all around. We moved to opposite sides of the Costco.

I gently landed on the giant steel shelves that made the aisles. I silently jumped from one aisle to the next, picking off people as they moved around. A panicked enemy was a dead one, at least which is what I found. The second thing I found was that I was enjoying this, almost too much. I lightly jumped off the aisles to land on a man, while shooting his two friends. I flattened my hand and pierced his neck along his spine.

It continued on that way for a while. Some found me and shot at me but they were way too panicked to actually hit me. I could barely remember the kills that I had made; looking back up to this moment it was all one heavy adrenaline-filled ride. God and I loved it. I could feel the blood running down my claws, the blood swirling along my tongue, the smell of fear and panic and this almost unrivalled pleasure of the kill.

My God, I was almost having an orgasm killing people. What is wrong with me?

I looked up to see Damien face-off against a guy with a knife that managed to actually light up a lantern. Damien looked like he picked up a bullet-proof vest and they were circling each other. I looked across the way to see a lone man try to find his gun in the dark, how did I miss him? Damien lunged at the guy as he stabbed him in the arm. Damien pinned him down and straddled his chest, then stared at the knife sticking out of his shoulder.

"Now look at that! Man that really hurts don't you know? Let's see how you like it." Damien said as he ripped the knife from his arm and started stabbing the man's chest over and over again.

The blood splattered over my face, and I was sickened when I almost opened my mouth to catch it.

Things were becoming too blurry for me to keep up. Damien looked up to me and I just stared into his orange eyes. We were breathing heavily when we heard the man at the end start yelling in fear. He hissed at me. Damien hissed at me! How dare he challenge me! I am the better Hunter! I'll just hiss back at him!

Jump off, get above the ground, you'll get to the prey faster. Leap over the box, avoid rafter. One step off of aisle, crouch. Pounce. Lead into the kill. Get the kill. Kill the prey, get the prey. Got his feet. Oppenent has top half. Pull to get half. Must get half. Screaming, other's pain. So good. Hiss happily. Grouwl and pull! Pull! Pull harder!

I have his bottom half! Oppenent still has top half but he is farther away. Blood on the floor. Intestines on ground. Eat later. So good. Male nearby, smells great. Male Hunter. Must have, was opponent. Not opponent. Mate. Must mate. So good.

Pounce male. Clothes in way. Vest in way. He's ripping my clothes. Must mate. God the scent is great. Must have him. Hardness. I can feel is under his clothes, I must have it. Eyes, those topaz eyes. So good. Feels so good. Kissing. Oh God must have him inside me.

"Damien!" a voice yelled in the dark.

"Terra!" another yelled.

So good must be on bottom. Why am I on the bottom? Why am I on the floor? Why is Damien above me? "Umm.. Terra? What happened?" Damien asked.

Here I was, underneath him, my breasts exposed due to slashes across my wetsuit covered in blood. My hair was a mess, his. Oh God his. Wow, as big as Jon. Bigger maybe. Why am I thinking of this? "Do.. um do you mind getting off of me?"

He did and started looking for some clothes off of dead people. I got up and did the same. Oh my God I almost fucked my best friend's boyfriend. Jesus Christ, if Jessica knew... If Jon knew. Jesus what was wrong with me?

"Sorry about that, instinct takes over sometimes. You smell pretty tempting too." Damien said casually as he slipped a wet shirt on.

"What do you mean? I almost fucked you! God I almost cheated on Jon!" I said slightly panicking as I fumbled with a bra I found in its package, Costco really did have everything right there.

"Nah, you are still thinking in human terms in times of social balance. One, we aren't human. Two, I don't think that social faux-pas really are applicable in these times."

"So you were totally fine with nailing me to kingdom come?"

"Pretty much, if anything you were ready and willing. Your scent is actually really enticing. What caused it?"

I blushed and felt ashamed. "Nothing I want to admit."

"Ah, adrenaline turn-on. Well, luckily only me and Gene will be able to detect it for now. Jessica will when we get back. I think it is an animal thing. Don't hate it, just deal with it."

"What? Deal with it? Deal with me getting aroused by killing people?"

"No, you getting pleasure from doing what you are meant to do. So what if you got some jollies out of it?"

"I'm not supposed to enjoy it!" I almost yelled.

"No, your old self is telling you not to enjoy it. Deep down you loved it, so what if you like killing? I get the same thing off of looking at popcorn pop or running really fast. Well I don't pop a boner but I enjoy it in a strange way. Enjoy what you are in this post-apocalyptic hell. If you can't, then you will go insane." He said as he made his ways to the opening grate at the far side.

Was he right? Why shouldn't I enjoy it? Because it was against the law. But there is no law now. Because it is inhuman. I'm not human. Because it is wrong. What is wrong, they were killers and murderers weren't they? Why am I still wet? Goddammit.

"Babe?" I heard from behind me.

I turned to see Jon behind me. He looked so handsome as water lightly rained down upon him. I smiled. Damien leaned into his shoulder and said something, then patted his back as he left.

"Honey?" I said as he hugged me close, I swear I almost pounced him then.

"Yeah."

"You know that barn across from the one we met the rest of the Knights in?" I said as my hand slowly moved down his stomach.

"Meet me there as soon as you can okay?" I said as I lightly caressed him, then spun around and ran out of the warehouse.

About an hour later I was changed into much direr and slightly warmer clothes. Excusing myself from everyone else, I said I was going to scout around for a few hours. Instead, I headed directly to the barn like I said to Jon. We always had our own personal backpacks without things whenever we left our stronghold, and I made sure I had a sleeping bag with me. The two reasons were that I didn't like sleeping on the cold ground, and I didn't like Jon taking me on the cold ground. Plus it let me carry around a DS and other entertainment.

I heard the door creak slightly open. I had a small fire going, but I still knew who it was. We were far away from London to know that we wouldn't be actively hunted by the Infected. We just had to make sure we didn't make such a huge noise as to draw them out from the city.

I crouched into the traditional Hunter stance and awaited my prey.

"Terra?" Show time. His footsteps grew closer and I could feel my heart speed up as my mind races with plans. His hand lands on my shoulder and I reach up to grasp it with my own. Contact. Gripping his wrist tightly I pull him over my shoulder and roll him so he's laying flat on his back.

"Terra! What the-" cutting him short, I throw a leg over his waist so that I'm seated on his lap, my ripped jeans tightening over my thighs as they flex, muscles shivering in anticipation.

"Master, it seems like the Hunter has pounced you." I growled down at him, smirking lightly, lifting my hips up slightly before grinding them back down on to his crotch, shuddering lightly at the feel of him underneath me.

I could see the wheels clicking behind his eyes as realization dawned on him just why I called him here. He returned my smirk. His hands rested on the back of my thighs before trailing upwards, pausing momentarily to grope at my backside before coming to a rest on my hips where he lifted me up once more. He then started grinding me down with more pressure this time, making the both of us shiver in the frosty night. Well not that I was really looking for it, but it was nice to know I had his permission to do this.

Leaning forward, I bypass his mouth and press my lips to the space just behind his ear, grinding my hips into his to the beat of a song that had been stuck in my head for a few days now. Weird how my mind strays like that now.

"Fuck" He groaned out loud, spurring me onward.

The hand that was gripping at his wrist moved, ghosting up his arm, down his chest before resting on his belt. "Does this please my Master?" I ask him, trying to make my voice as innocent as possible, without sounding childish. Innocence was good. Pedophilia was not.

"It would, if you would continue." I don't think I've ever undone a belt so quickly in my life.

Once the leather was out of the way, I slapped his hands away from my waist and slink my body down, breathing heavily as the new target comes into view, the sizable bulge pressing against the zipper of my prey's pants. Licking my lips a little, I tilt my head forward and grip the zipper with my teeth, slowly pulling it down, the sound ringing in my ears. Once that was out of the way, I noticed something.

"Nothing underneath, Master?" I couldn't help but be playful; it was making this whole thing so much more enjoyable.

"Easy access is important." He replied.

I could barley hold back a light chuckle as I push his pants lower on his hips. I stated racking my claws lightly down his skin as I go, before sitting up straight and smirking down at the body beneath me. I pulled my shirt above my head, which was soon followed by my bra. I tossed it behind me before unsnapping the buttons to my jeans, pushing them down along with my purple pinstriped panties. I shivered in delight as the cold air met my hot, wet core.

"Play with yourself." He said suddenly.

"M-Master?" I replied hesitantly.

"You heard me."

Oh God lord did I ever. It was like I wasn't in control of my body anymore, every piece of my begging me to please my "master". With one hand rolling my left breast and the other glued between my thighs enjoying the smooth wetness that lay waiting there. My breathing was growing laboured as I felt my insides begin to clench and turn, two fingers twisting inside me carefully, the side of my thumb almost abusing my clit.

"G-Gonna...oh shit...G-gonna..." I couldn't get my message across however.

He rolled me, moving us closer towards the flames, he ripped my hands off my body, causing me to groan in displeasure. I was so fucking close! Using his own strength, Jon pinned my hands to the ground and tilted his hips.

Finally he entered me, but didn't hold back. My heart is racing. He is slamming, ramming, friction! Wonderful friction! Bumping! Oh God, So Deep! Hitting my..oh God so deep! Fiction, friction, friction! Pooling Heat, Tightening Muscles! Releasing. My Release. So good! More friction, harder slamming, deeper, and then scorching heat. His release.

My heart sowed almost to normal, I couldn't really feel my arms or legs. He slowly pulled out of me and quickly draped his long coat over us. I blushed as I could feel his, well, his seed slightly leaking out of me. "I'd have to say Terra, you are quite something." He said lightly as he lit up a cigarette.

"Is that a compliment?" I paused and smiled before adding "My master?"

"Definitely is my little Hunter." He said as he put his clothes on.

As I was tossing my clothes on, a single shot was heard outside. We both quickly grabbed our guns and took defensive positions inside the barn. Something was going down, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Send that Hunter out!"

There were six of them. I know it because they were standing right outside beside their motorcycles. How could I have missed them? Oh, they might have been a recon squad looking for other supplies and whatnot.

"Damien, what do we do?" Noel asked me.

I paused, and then realized we weren't in any danger. We had over 20 people on our side. "Easy, get everyone who has a gun around the barn and slowly cock and let them see how well-armed we are, then follow my lead. I'm going out there."

Noel Just nodded and everyone started getting to position. "When they cock their guns, you guys to the same and make sure that you draw it out, I want one rocket launcher pointed at them but d not use it okay?"

I stood up and slowly walked out of the barn; I got about three steps before they raised their guns and cocked them. I raised my hands to show that I was unarmed, and kept walking as everyone behind me started to aim at the Bikers. Their faces went from angry scowls, to confused, to almost scared shitless.

I took my raised hands and lowed and extended them to in front of me, making fake guns with my fingers. I looked back to see the long barrel of my MacMillan poking through the damaged boards. I pointed my gun to the man on the left. I smiled.

"I suggest dropping the guns gentlemen."

One started to act up, "Like hell we will! You killed out men our bro-" he was silenced when I pointed my left fake gun at him.

"Bang" I said simply, flicking my fingers back in a fake recoil as his head exploded.

I pointed my fingers back at the gang, casually pointing at the other members. I crouched, ready to sring out of the way. "Well guys, you just shouldn't have been raping, killing, stupid pricks. Now you sealed your fate, good day."

I jumped straight in the air and their bodies crumpled in the wall of bullets that tore them apart. I misjudged my jump and landed on a guy's open stomach.

"Godddamn it! I now need new shoes! This blood is never going to come off!"

A few people laughed as we packed our things and made our way to Sarnia. We had people now, only a matter of time before we had a city, and we could start rebuilding humanity.

There, you had a sex scene. Can anybody tell I love Daft Punk too much? I am sorry for those who got like 5 e-mails, the POV splits wouldn't work! I am still trying to fix them!