Next chapter. Here is the mini-plot! Please RRE!!!
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Damn. Rayota hated days like this. She had to wake up early to meet with Jouno again. He hade called her last night at 3am. The late nights of the last month had taken a lot of energy out of her and she now finally had the chance to sleep in. But, Jouno had to meet her. Ray now traveled down the sidewalk in a light windbreaker. The early morning sun reflected off her black hair in strands of light. She pulled her bangs over her right eye as the breeze blew it away. Her tiredness overwhelmed her senses. This is why she always wanted to sleep in every day. She was not a morning person.
The park's dull green grass brushed her toes through her lime flip-flops. Oh, yeah. Ray had a great fashion sense. Oh, well. She could not worry about her clothes now. A quick scan of the park benches revealed only little kids and their parents. Ray groaned. Where was Jounouchi? The near by bench was the perfect length for the slayer and her oversized gym bag containing several weapons ... just in case. The sun steadily slipped through the sky and still no sign of the lupine. She gave up and returned to dorm's living room. Inches away from sleep, the phone rang and brought her back to consciousness. Jouno's confident voice came on.
"Hey, Ray. Sorry I didn't meet you."
"Yeah yeah."
"Well, I had some problems ta straighten out. Apparently, there're a couple of renegade werewolves around town. I can't control them. You'd betta talk ta Malik." Ray looked at Jouno with a mix of surprise and drowsiness.
"What? How do you know about him?"
"A couple of my pack members have almost been killed by him." He quickly continued to stop her apologies. "It's not ya fault. I know ya guys gotta do what ya gotta do."
"Um, okay. I'll meet you at Centaur's Fountain tonight around 2. Fine?"
"Yeah, and bring your boyfriend." Jounouchi chuckled and hung up. Rayota let the comment and phone go as she drifted off into dreamland.
Caddilyn woke Ray at 8 that night. She needed to borrow Ray's halter-top not knowing that Ray had over slept. The sun was setting and she pushed her thoughts into alert mode. She picked up the phone from under the couch and mechanically dialed Malik's number. "Hello, you need to meet me ..."
"I know, I know. At the Centaur Fountain."
"But, how ..."
"Either I have magical powers or info drifts from Jouno to Cay to me very easily."
"Ha ha. Bye." She made sure she gave him an extra dose of cyanide in her tone. Her emotions were on edge as it was.
The Centaur Fountain used to be a marvelous marble fountain with intricate design all over its surface. Now, its decayed look did not make it a place of beauty. The Ivory Slayer approached the scene. A dark shadow rose from a bush. Its fur glistened with golden specks under the moonlight and fangs flashed beneath amber eyes. It trotted forward on all fours, muscles rippling and claws scrapping the ground. The fierce beat would have usually made someone run, but as it transformed, the toothy grin and blue eyes of Jouno appeared.
"Hello, alpha," Ray welcomed. He had managed to keep the fur and muscles of a werewolf, yet still possessed human features.
"So, where is he?" Jouno questioned in a low, rough voice. At that moment, a dark man came into view. His striking blonde hair was not hard to see under the moon.
"How's it going, IS ... and dirty lycan," Malik aknowledged.
"Hey, I'm the only reason you don't have to deal with werewolves much," Jouno replied with anger.
"Anyway," Ray cut in. All she needed was a testicular fight where one of her friends would die. They underestimated each other way too much. "There have been five sightings in the last couple weeks of first class werewolves throughout the city. A couple attacked some people with two killings on the north side on one on the west. Not too bad, I think Malik and I could handle a couple easy; but they know can recruit second and third class weres, also. Wonderful. Now, we will split up. I go north, Jounouchi will go south, and Malik west. The east side of the city is just water leading out to sea."
"He's going," Malik asked disgusted. Jouno gave a menacing growl and leaned towards him.
"Shut up both of you. Just go!" Ray began her route. She would continue straight, hit the city's outer highway, and then follow it around to find the two boys. It did not take long for trouble to find her. A group a weres found her.
Five jumped from a building, landed several feet from the slayer. She pulled out her silver plated samurai sword. Several of the creatures cowered slightly at the metal. Yeah, boys. I do know one thing about you guys, you don't like silver. And with that, she lunged forward with an overhead slice. Rayota half expected to beasts to run away, but instead they leaped to the side and swiped at her face. One hit her hard in the back, knocking all the air out of her. It grabbed her shoulder and flipped Ray around. The werewolf's hot breath beat down hard on her.
"Stupid mortal," it growled. It ran its claw along the side of her face, cutting a thin line into cheek. The claw reached her right eye and lightly brushed back her bangs. They revealed an eye with a large scar over the center. The eye was marked, too; blind. "Oh, I'm jealous, someone already got to you."
It wanted to prove that the werewolves could kill a slayer. So, it tortured her before the blood. "Just kill me!" Ray screamed. It howled in pain and fell to the ground, a silver dagger in its back.
Malik stood there proudly. "Thought you needed help."
"Well, I need more ..." She sprang up and grabbed her sword lying on the asphalt. Malik pressed up against her back. The four remaining weres closed in. Both slayers struck outwards, both taking two each. Ray met another large one who came at her with gnashing fangs. She shoved her blade under its ribcage and slashed down. It was a nice little trick she came up with herself. Blood dripped from the silver onto her pants and the lycan hit the ground hard. It writhed in pain for a moment then stopped and transformed back into a lifeless human. So sad, it was a teenage boy.
The next one was not caught off guard like the first. It struggled hard against her and pushed Ray up against a wall. She could not move, except for her hand. Her Makarov pistol with 9 mm silver plated bullets was conveniently located in her front pocket. She whipped it out and fired right between the creature's eyes. "Now that really blew your mind, right?" and then she frowned at her own cheesiness.
Both of her werewolves were dead. Her breathing was heavy as she turned around to check on Malik. A dead human, with a large slit cut over its stomach, showed Malik's victory. Rayota saw him slumping against a wall while sitting on the ground. As she approached his shadow, Ray noticed he was not breathing. The flesh of his neck had been ripped out and his throat was exposed. All the air was knock out of her again. Ray rushed up to him and felt his pulse. Weak, but there. Malik had killed a were, but one of them had gotten his neck and escaped.
His eyes open slightly and he murmured, "Your eye..." Ray nervously pulled her bangs over her disfigured feature.
"Okay, try to hear me." Her voice was on the edge of tears. "I am going to get that werewolf that hurt you. Stay here, and do not fall asleep." Oh, God, she whimpered under her breath. Her sword sheathed again, Rayota dashed away.
The streets were quiet. In an alley, though, a loud crashing signaled someone's presence. A garbage can lid rolled out and so did another thing. It was a werewolf. Surprisingly, not the one Rayota was looking for. It was small and bouncing around like a puppy. Probably, only a few months old. The lupine caught sight of the slayer and charged. Ray was poised and ready. It neared and then jumped over her head. The struggle of balancing while Ray tried to keep the circling creature in her sights became hard. It sprang again and hit Ray's shoulders while raking its claws down her back. The slayer yelped in pain. The lupine ducked under Ray's blade. But, she was tired of this. She aimed for its neck and brought her force down. The were moved, but the blade caught its abdomen. The sword carved a long opening in its skin. It moaned in pain and stumbled. Blood dripped down its thighs. Ray waited for it to die. She did not care if it had hurt Malik, a werewolf had. The revenge was sweet in her bitter mouth. The beast rolled in a trashcan, knocking it over. Groans followed as the silver cut slowly killed the animal. Finally, the lycanthrope died.
The auburn hair covering its body receded and its form became more human. A person could be seen now; it was a young girl. "Oh my God," Ray whispered. The small, naked form of Caddilyn lied on the wet concrete.
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Ohhh, angsty! Well, we will find out where Malik is and other ... stuff. No revealing. I will update two weeks from now, probably. Review!
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Damn. Rayota hated days like this. She had to wake up early to meet with Jouno again. He hade called her last night at 3am. The late nights of the last month had taken a lot of energy out of her and she now finally had the chance to sleep in. But, Jouno had to meet her. Ray now traveled down the sidewalk in a light windbreaker. The early morning sun reflected off her black hair in strands of light. She pulled her bangs over her right eye as the breeze blew it away. Her tiredness overwhelmed her senses. This is why she always wanted to sleep in every day. She was not a morning person.
The park's dull green grass brushed her toes through her lime flip-flops. Oh, yeah. Ray had a great fashion sense. Oh, well. She could not worry about her clothes now. A quick scan of the park benches revealed only little kids and their parents. Ray groaned. Where was Jounouchi? The near by bench was the perfect length for the slayer and her oversized gym bag containing several weapons ... just in case. The sun steadily slipped through the sky and still no sign of the lupine. She gave up and returned to dorm's living room. Inches away from sleep, the phone rang and brought her back to consciousness. Jouno's confident voice came on.
"Hey, Ray. Sorry I didn't meet you."
"Yeah yeah."
"Well, I had some problems ta straighten out. Apparently, there're a couple of renegade werewolves around town. I can't control them. You'd betta talk ta Malik." Ray looked at Jouno with a mix of surprise and drowsiness.
"What? How do you know about him?"
"A couple of my pack members have almost been killed by him." He quickly continued to stop her apologies. "It's not ya fault. I know ya guys gotta do what ya gotta do."
"Um, okay. I'll meet you at Centaur's Fountain tonight around 2. Fine?"
"Yeah, and bring your boyfriend." Jounouchi chuckled and hung up. Rayota let the comment and phone go as she drifted off into dreamland.
Caddilyn woke Ray at 8 that night. She needed to borrow Ray's halter-top not knowing that Ray had over slept. The sun was setting and she pushed her thoughts into alert mode. She picked up the phone from under the couch and mechanically dialed Malik's number. "Hello, you need to meet me ..."
"I know, I know. At the Centaur Fountain."
"But, how ..."
"Either I have magical powers or info drifts from Jouno to Cay to me very easily."
"Ha ha. Bye." She made sure she gave him an extra dose of cyanide in her tone. Her emotions were on edge as it was.
The Centaur Fountain used to be a marvelous marble fountain with intricate design all over its surface. Now, its decayed look did not make it a place of beauty. The Ivory Slayer approached the scene. A dark shadow rose from a bush. Its fur glistened with golden specks under the moonlight and fangs flashed beneath amber eyes. It trotted forward on all fours, muscles rippling and claws scrapping the ground. The fierce beat would have usually made someone run, but as it transformed, the toothy grin and blue eyes of Jouno appeared.
"Hello, alpha," Ray welcomed. He had managed to keep the fur and muscles of a werewolf, yet still possessed human features.
"So, where is he?" Jouno questioned in a low, rough voice. At that moment, a dark man came into view. His striking blonde hair was not hard to see under the moon.
"How's it going, IS ... and dirty lycan," Malik aknowledged.
"Hey, I'm the only reason you don't have to deal with werewolves much," Jouno replied with anger.
"Anyway," Ray cut in. All she needed was a testicular fight where one of her friends would die. They underestimated each other way too much. "There have been five sightings in the last couple weeks of first class werewolves throughout the city. A couple attacked some people with two killings on the north side on one on the west. Not too bad, I think Malik and I could handle a couple easy; but they know can recruit second and third class weres, also. Wonderful. Now, we will split up. I go north, Jounouchi will go south, and Malik west. The east side of the city is just water leading out to sea."
"He's going," Malik asked disgusted. Jouno gave a menacing growl and leaned towards him.
"Shut up both of you. Just go!" Ray began her route. She would continue straight, hit the city's outer highway, and then follow it around to find the two boys. It did not take long for trouble to find her. A group a weres found her.
Five jumped from a building, landed several feet from the slayer. She pulled out her silver plated samurai sword. Several of the creatures cowered slightly at the metal. Yeah, boys. I do know one thing about you guys, you don't like silver. And with that, she lunged forward with an overhead slice. Rayota half expected to beasts to run away, but instead they leaped to the side and swiped at her face. One hit her hard in the back, knocking all the air out of her. It grabbed her shoulder and flipped Ray around. The werewolf's hot breath beat down hard on her.
"Stupid mortal," it growled. It ran its claw along the side of her face, cutting a thin line into cheek. The claw reached her right eye and lightly brushed back her bangs. They revealed an eye with a large scar over the center. The eye was marked, too; blind. "Oh, I'm jealous, someone already got to you."
It wanted to prove that the werewolves could kill a slayer. So, it tortured her before the blood. "Just kill me!" Ray screamed. It howled in pain and fell to the ground, a silver dagger in its back.
Malik stood there proudly. "Thought you needed help."
"Well, I need more ..." She sprang up and grabbed her sword lying on the asphalt. Malik pressed up against her back. The four remaining weres closed in. Both slayers struck outwards, both taking two each. Ray met another large one who came at her with gnashing fangs. She shoved her blade under its ribcage and slashed down. It was a nice little trick she came up with herself. Blood dripped from the silver onto her pants and the lycan hit the ground hard. It writhed in pain for a moment then stopped and transformed back into a lifeless human. So sad, it was a teenage boy.
The next one was not caught off guard like the first. It struggled hard against her and pushed Ray up against a wall. She could not move, except for her hand. Her Makarov pistol with 9 mm silver plated bullets was conveniently located in her front pocket. She whipped it out and fired right between the creature's eyes. "Now that really blew your mind, right?" and then she frowned at her own cheesiness.
Both of her werewolves were dead. Her breathing was heavy as she turned around to check on Malik. A dead human, with a large slit cut over its stomach, showed Malik's victory. Rayota saw him slumping against a wall while sitting on the ground. As she approached his shadow, Ray noticed he was not breathing. The flesh of his neck had been ripped out and his throat was exposed. All the air was knock out of her again. Ray rushed up to him and felt his pulse. Weak, but there. Malik had killed a were, but one of them had gotten his neck and escaped.
His eyes open slightly and he murmured, "Your eye..." Ray nervously pulled her bangs over her disfigured feature.
"Okay, try to hear me." Her voice was on the edge of tears. "I am going to get that werewolf that hurt you. Stay here, and do not fall asleep." Oh, God, she whimpered under her breath. Her sword sheathed again, Rayota dashed away.
The streets were quiet. In an alley, though, a loud crashing signaled someone's presence. A garbage can lid rolled out and so did another thing. It was a werewolf. Surprisingly, not the one Rayota was looking for. It was small and bouncing around like a puppy. Probably, only a few months old. The lupine caught sight of the slayer and charged. Ray was poised and ready. It neared and then jumped over her head. The struggle of balancing while Ray tried to keep the circling creature in her sights became hard. It sprang again and hit Ray's shoulders while raking its claws down her back. The slayer yelped in pain. The lupine ducked under Ray's blade. But, she was tired of this. She aimed for its neck and brought her force down. The were moved, but the blade caught its abdomen. The sword carved a long opening in its skin. It moaned in pain and stumbled. Blood dripped down its thighs. Ray waited for it to die. She did not care if it had hurt Malik, a werewolf had. The revenge was sweet in her bitter mouth. The beast rolled in a trashcan, knocking it over. Groans followed as the silver cut slowly killed the animal. Finally, the lycanthrope died.
The auburn hair covering its body receded and its form became more human. A person could be seen now; it was a young girl. "Oh my God," Ray whispered. The small, naked form of Caddilyn lied on the wet concrete.
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Ohhh, angsty! Well, we will find out where Malik is and other ... stuff. No revealing. I will update two weeks from now, probably. Review!