WARNING: This story will get gory and will have sensitive topics. If you are unable to handle such matters, turn back. You have been warned.

Chapter 3

In the early morning, the birds were softly chirping and singing their morning song to the fresh new day. A lovely peaceful calmness within the quiet Griffin Park of the early hour, however, the perfect image is distorted when a frantic woman rushes along the trails. Her mismatch eyes were wide, her face struck with horrific fear, and she pants heavily as she pushes to her limits. She sprinting as if her life depends on it, and it might possibly be to what she knows and to what she had seen. The images could leave a grown man sick; Cazadora knew she is in grave danger, she needed to get to safety and call for help. Trailing behind her is her dog, the usually hyper speedy pup always outran her. He had often left her in the dust, but this time, Blue was having a difficult time keeping up with his owner.

Get to the car. Get to the car. Get to the car! Cazadora's mind repeatedly screams on loop. Her heartbeat is rapid, she pants heavily and her running dash with long strides. Horrifying images of chop of people of all ages filled her mind and made her heart heavy with dread. She tightly clenches her teeth as tears swell in her eyes and stream down her flush cheeks as the fear suffocates her. Despite her moving at a dangerous high sprint, if she wasn't careful, she could easily hurt herself by either snapping her ankles or smashing her head if she trips. But she didn't take notice of any of those details; instead, she ran. Even then, she felt like the world move in slow motion, the world around her dragging endlessly, but all she wanted was to get the fuck out of there. Her safe haven felt like a death trap, and she desperately needed to escape.

Eventually, what had felt like an eternity, she caught sight of the park's parking lot. Sweet relief and joy filled her heart once she spotted her car. Instead of following the trail leading downwards, she quickly slid and skidded down the curves of the paths. Making a direct path towards her car, the cement crunch with the sand when she left the grounded trail. The loud audible sound struck her like lightning; she instantly froze on the spot, her eyes darting over the area, desperately searching for anything. Nothing randomly appears, just the slow, peaceful calmness that rattles her nerves. She knows someone or something is out there, she fears any noise might pinpoint her location.

She took a moment to take in her surroundings, quickly trying to convince herself that she is in the clear for now. With little reassurance, Cazadora quickly races to her car but due to the sand and dirt on the concrete. It resulted in her slipping and falling over, she quickly covers her mouth to muff her cry of pain as she fell on her ass hard.

Fucking piece of shit! Might as well been fucking ice! She mentally curses to herself. She cringes and whines as her body felt achy, feeling the rush of aches and pain from her mad sprint. But she pushes through the pain and quickly got up, her body screaming at her in refusal, but she ignores it to the best of her ability as she made to her car. Her heart begins to race as she tries pulling out her keys to open her car, but her hands kept shaking, and she kept dropping her keys. Son of a whore! She screams to herself as she wanted to cry in frustration. This isn't some mother fucking horror movie!

However, she knew, and she curses at herself for her laziness. She should have gotten her car clicker repair so she wouldn't have to manually open her car. She has been mocked and teased for opening her car the old fashion way, but she didn't care at the time. She wishes she could punch her past self. Eventually, she opens her car's door, she swung it open and made Blue jump into the car. She quickly pushes him into the passenger seat just as she slams the door behind her. She felt a certain amount of safety when she locks the doors. She relaxes in her seat, panting heavily, her body overheating with a cold sweat resulting in her body to shiver. But she didn't allow herself to lose her guard. Her eyes darted across her tinted windows; the glass itself begin to fog due to her body emitting heat, causing her sight to be damped to the outside.

It didn't calm her in the slightest.

She breathes sharply to forcibly calm her nerves as she reaches into her bag to grab her phone. She dials 911, her phone press against her ear as she cautiously looks around. The ringing echo in her mind, mocking her in a haunting fashion, she hates the ringing, the delay seconds of waiting for someone to answer. Every second count because any disaster can happen at any second.

Despite the wait, Cazadora jumps as she is startled when she hears the operator answer her call. "911, what's your emergency?" Her voice calm but monotone.

"Dispatch, this is LAPD Officer Cazadora Guerrero, I'm at Griffith park. I'm here on my off duty, but I stumble across a crime scene; there are hung skinned bodies, possibly over six or more. I assume the killers might still be in the area because the corpses looked recent." Cazadora firmly spoke to the operator with full authority as she told dispatch the needed details. After speaking with Dispatch for years, she knew what to do, and she didn't need the operator asking her questions. It will only delay time and every second count.

"Thank you, Officer Guerrero, the police units are en route. I'm under orders to tell you to quickly leave the area immediately." The operator spoke firmly, and Cazadora could hear the concerned tone underneath her monotone voice.

Cazadora nervously swallows, she breathes shakily. "U-understood." She hung up and breathe a small sigh of relief, but it was short-lived when she took notice of her dog's condition. Panic quickly flare throughout her as she saw her poor dog panting heavily, clearly overheating from the mad sprint. Without thinking, she unlocks her car and immediately jumps out. She races around to the trunk to open it so she can grab water from the cooler. However, she froze in place when she hears a slow clicking…

And it sounded close to her…

Too close…

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She felt like her body is turning cold and numb while the air around her seems to leave her. She didn't move as fear has clamp deep into her bones, making her rigid.

I'm going to fucking die…


It was amusing to watch the ooman race through the park with her pet closely trailing behind. The oomen are such noisy creatures; it a miracle they had mange to live this long enough with other predators hunting them. Truly amazing when he had easily sneaked up on her, and she didn't detect him unless he purposely made a noise. The scent of fear instantly filled the air, and the female goes ridged.

Achea smirks devilishly as he carefully looks over the terrified ooman. The female species of this pitiful race, so much worse than their male counterparts. They hold no value in survival, they are meant to breed and care for offspring. Unlike the females of his species, they can easily do anything and beyond that. They hold a strong standing in his society and often make the rules alongside the elders and ancient ones. Even outright speaking out against them. Unlike among the oomen, Achea had seen many times, females being beaten into their place.

Achea roughly grips the back of the female's neck, and she instantly yelps. She freezes and whines lowly, trembling in his grip. He rumbles a low playful purr as he loosens his grip, his hand slowly trailing down her back. Underneath his tender touch, he could feel her stiff muscles tense, he felt a brief cold chill rattle her. His finger delicately trails down her spine, following the delicate curve of her back, and he found it delightful to watch her breath sharply. Especially to watch her as he made her arch into his touch, her shoulders tense, and she made a low pleading whine. He could smell her fear increase, it pleased his senses. He made a low soft purr that rumbles deeply through his broad chest.

Letting her know of his desire and pleasure.

His hand slowly grips the firm roundness of her ass. She jumps, making a tiny whimper, a cry of fear.

It only excited him…

The noise she made, such a tiny squeak; Achea made a low chuckle, these oomen were just too amusing. The females, the majority that he had faced, were always submissive. So quick to give up to him but begging for their worthless lives. They're too quick to surrender, unlike the females of his kind, they are strong. They will kill a male if he so much as dare thinks of touching a female without her permission.

So, it is hilarious to him when these puny weak and fleshly creatures had been marked as being one of the dangerous species to hunt. But these suppose dangerous creatures were just pitiful prey, insects beneath his foot. The ooman has a strong flight or fight response, but he could admit that their response makes them fascinating because their actions will be unpredictably random. He remembered a few that did manage to trick him, but regardless, they didn't stand a chance against his mighty strength. He is a god among them, he is the master so regardless…

The oomen were his toys to play with…

Achea smirks when the little ooman female squeaks when he roughly grips her thigh. She cries and whines as he squeezes it slowly, feeling the soft flesh. His claws dig into the skin, easily tearing through the cloth she wore. The weak skin broke underneath his talons and bleed softly. He smells her blood, and it smells lovely as he squeezes her thigh, causing blood to softly stain his hand. He'll admit that he does feel some muscle within the thigh, but it was very little in comparison to the females of his species.

It is very intriguing how vastly different the females are between Yautja and oomen. The oomen are soft and small compare to their male counterpart, also very meek and submissive. So easy to break and bend to one's will with perfect ease, there was no effect. As for the yautja females, they were the complete opposite; towered over their males and twice the strength. They held the highest of authority, especially when mating.

The females pick and choose their mates, never allowing a male to do anything to her unless she said so. It will be completely unknown when an opportunity to mate arises. Especially now, within his lifetime, some idiot bad blood had created a toxic serum to the Yautja race, it had resulted in killing 90% of the female population. Due to this, the difficulties to mate had increased five times, because the females were extremely picky.

When coming to the oomen's homeworld, Achea was frustrated and angry as he was denied many times from different females. He remembered it being his worst mating season. He hated how quickly the females had brushed him aside as if he was nothing. It enrages him vividly that he had stupidly challenged a female, but only to be ruthlessly beaten to an inch of his life. His fellow hunters mock and taunt him, joking that he was an impatient new blooded hunter, eager to breed. It wounded his pride and further anger him, but he learned his lesson and decide to make his retreat.

When he was on the oomen's planet, he had discovered a mating pair of ooman. He had watched them, and he was deeply absorbed in the activity between the two, but it quickly reminded him of what he was denied. What he couldn't have, despite his endless efforts. The humiliation broke him. That day, Achea made his choice. He didn't have to wait or prove himself. He had the power, the strength to do whatever he wanted among these hairless apes. He smirks devilishly as he quickly remembers…

How he became a bad blood. Does he regret it? Not in the slightest.

Of course, it was disgusting, mating with prey. But the more Achea did it, the disgust shimmer and his pleasures were finally satisfied. Over time, he grew his likes and dislikes the more he mated with the oomen. At one point had even tried males after he had seen a mated pair and his curiosity got the better of him. He like the males just as much he likes the females.

Among the males, he likes the big and strong males, especially when he has seen them act big and tough. Only to prove to them who the real male is; he loved seeing the mighty males go cold once they saw his manhood. As for females, he prefers organic females. The ones that were naturally fit and healthy, without any form of drugs in their systems or those ridiculous implants. Though it did amuse him whenever he pops them.

As for the trembling female in his hand, thus far, he likes what he saw. She starting to prove to be his favorite. For an ooman female, she is tall with muscles but is hidden underneath her female softness. It gave her a natural figure, showing off her curves and made her alluring to the eyes. Her bottom is firm and round, her hips wide, and her thighs thick enough to support her. She has long thick strong legs; and, of course, the large milk glands on her chest. His hand firmly grips them, and she let out a whine. Her milk glands were firm and full, but amusing they didn't hold any milk due to the lack of offspring. He couldn't understand why he was drawn to them, but they serve him no purpose. Yautja females don't have large milk glands when they don't have any pups to nurse.

His hand drifted up along her back slowly, following the curve of her back again. The curves are definitely what he loves the most, especially the flexibility. He found the oomen flexibility exotic, to have them bend and arch with perfect ease.

She gasps, trembling when Achea's hand grip her mane, which was tied in a tight neat bun. He purrs as he slowly pulls on the bun, causing her to gasp as she is forced to bend backward. He pulls the tie out of her mane, causing it to spill and elegantly flow down her back; it reached up to her hips. Achea purr as his fingers softly brush through her long mane, he found oomen's mane interesting. He likes how his fingers could easily brush through the thousands of thin strands, and they were all soft to the touch. What's more thought-provoking to him is that each tiny strands were connected to the oomen's head, yet the ooman doesn't feel it when it is brushed. Yet if he pulls hard enough...

The female screams in pain when he had pulled too hard; she curses at him, crying loudly with anger. The ooman can undoubtedly feel their mane being pull, and they clearly don't like their mane being pull. But oddly whenever he had come across oomen mating, he notices some females enjoy having their manes pulled. He will want to get pleasure out from the females when he pulls on their manes. He has done it so many times and done it in many ways, but he hasn't discovered the right way to pull on a female's mane. Typically ends with Achea accidentally yanking the mane entirely off from the female's cranium.

However, he isn't going to give up on his endeavors.


Please make it stop…

Cazadora screams in pain as this creature kept pulling on her hair. Her eyes wide with tears, and she begs for them to stop. She trembles and whines as she could see and feel the cold shadow cast over her. She could feel how strong they are, she has no chance of fighting against them. She whimpers as her thigh sting from when it had gripped her thigh and left deep cuts with its claws. When she saw it hands for the first time, she instantly knew that this was no human. Its hand is rough with a lizard-like texture and felt just like so as it kept touching her. The claws caress her skin with tenderness, but she knew one wrong move, it could easily stab through her.

it not human…it not human…

She gasps when it yanks her back against it. She whined when she had slams against its hard body, it wore some sort of armor. She pals when she felt it press against her and Cazadora couldn't be calling this thing an it as she could clearly feel that this thing is a male. She felt him rubbing against her, purring behind her head as he kept groping her. She felt him grind against her ass, tears were streaming down her face. She prays that it ends soon or she wakes up, and this was all just a fuck up dream. She prays it is a fucked-up dream.

...Please help me…

Cazadora flinches when she felt his hand grip her hip sharply, she hisses in pain when she felt his claws dig into her skin again. She cries when he roughly pulls her hip back into him. She felt him begin to slowly tear her shorts, but he suddenly stops.

He snarls, and it causes her to freeze at the vicious animalistic sound. The sound causes her to tremble in fear, but a deeper part of her, something primal recognizes him as a predator. She breathes sharply when he suddenly grip her throat, making her lookup. Cazadora felt like her heart had stop when she saw a metal mask staring down at her.

She stares at him; the thing is, of course, is massive with a big head. Connected to his head is what looks to be thick dreadlocks. He rumbles a soft purr as he caresses her throat, his claws teasing against her jugular. She couldn't help to give a pleading cry, begging for this monster to show some sort of mercy. But she doubts it, not after what he had done. What he did to all those people. She knew it had to be him; there is no doubt about it. This monster can easily slice her throat, nothing is going to stop him. She will be another victim to his growing list.

She closes her eyes tightly. She didn't want to die, but she is afraid, and she didn't want that mask to be the last thing she sees. Cazadora pictures her happy moments as she waited for him to press his claw deeper into her skin. Slice her throat wide open or separate her head from her body.

"…retreat…"

Cazadora's eyes snap open when she hears her voice, but no, it was some recording of her voice. Her voice…she remembered when she ordered Blue. God, it felt like lifetimes ago now, but he had recorded her voice at that time. She could hear the tremble in her voice. It felt like he is mocking her, or maybe he is ordering her?

She trembles when his thumb softly trails her cheek before caressing her lips as if he was her lover. He tilts his head, trilling softly at her before he roughly lets her go. She falls forward into the trunk of her car. She quickly turns around, just in time to see him walking away from her. She pales when seeing him. He armored with mismatching pieces and armed with different types of weapons. From what she could see of his skin, it is red with different shades. Then before her eyes, she witnesses this monster…no…the devil, disappear before her. Logically in her mind, she concluded that he used some sort of invisible cloak.

However, her attention is quickly drawn to the sky when she hears helicopters from the far distance. He stops because they were probably looking for him? Why would it stop him? If anything, he could kidnap her and possibly escape. Cazadora looks back to the forest, she certainly wasn't going to stick around. She quickly got into her car and drove off as fast as she can.

As she drove, she begins to tremble as the events start to finally weigh heavily on her. Cazadora commences to cry and wail loudly as all her pent emotions start pouring out from her as she drove. She breathes and hiccups as she couldn't believe what had happened to her.

"Diablo." She mumbles fearfully. His metal face staring down at her with his red eyes.

There is a devil in the city of angels.