Runaways
Once again, I've got a Chapter done. Thanks to all... six, I think, of my reviewers so far.
Chapter 4: The Hunter's Demise
Richard Driscoll was walking through the park near Paris, at about 2:00 in the morning. His bodyguard, a lion named Azizi, was strolling alongside him, throwing a long shadow in the streetlights' gaze.
Richard, or The Hunter, as he was known in the underground, was a weasel in a very bad mood. The Ming vase he'd had stolen had disappeared. He was sure he'd covered his track well enough so no-one could pin it on him, or steal it from him. He'd even had the thief who stole it for him shot, so he couldn't squeal.
Richard had tricked, bribed, and lied his way to the top of his now-global drug empire. And if anyone got in his way, no matter which side of the law they were on, was assassinated. Police officers, crime lords, businessmen. All of them. The weasel had made a lot of enemies.
He snapped out of his trance and said to his bodyguard "Stay here."
Azizi raised an eyebrow. "Sir, you said my job was to stay with you at all times."
Richard snapped at him "You're making me look more suspicious than I need. Stay here, I'll be back." And he promptly walked off.
Azizi shrugged and sat down on a bench, drumming his fingers on the handle of his revolver.
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Richard had been walking for a short while when he saw someone sitting on a bench. As he got closer, he saw it was a 17-year-old vixen, reading a book.
She looked up and said "Hello Richard."She pulled a gun out of her purse.
Richard had already recognized who the vixen was. He'd ordered the murder of her parents two years ago. He was running in the direction he'd came, bark toward Azizi.
He wasn't fast enough. Two bullets hit him in the back of his legs, shattering both his kneecaps. He collapsed onto the ground.
Richard was still trying to crawl away using his arms when a foot pressed down on his back. Hard. "Where are you going so soon?"
Richard was panicking. "You're going to shoot me, aren't you."
The vixen laughed. "Of course not."
Richard heard the sound of a knife being pulled from its sheath. He screamed.
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Azizi heard Richard's strangled yell. He ran as fast as he could to the source of his boss's scream.
What he found horrified him.
Richard's body was laying in the middle of the path. The fingers on his hands had been sliced off, in a perfectly straight line. His head had also been sliced off in the same way. It was nowhere in sight.
Azizi felt sick; he could taste bile in his mouth. He ran into the trees nearby, and vomited.
He stumbled over a fallen branch on the way out of the woods. There was an eye lying on the ground, the white optic nerve still attached. He felt sick again.
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The police report said that they were dealing with a serial killer. The note that they found next to the body said "One down nine to go -J.A.". Those initials were carved into Richard's back.
Well, that's Chapter 4 done, and I'm thinking that maybe I shouldn't read Michael Chrichton for a while. I'm starting to write like him sorta... oh well. REVIEWS!
P.S.- Since I ended the last Chapter with a fic recommendation, I may as well tell you another good one. St. Martin's, by decemberbliss, is a great story. It's a fic for the Redwall books set today and not in the medieval times for once.