When I first released this story, the part called "The Hybrid's Song" received little response as a separate work. I tried several revisions, but to little success. So, after a time, I posted the first chapter of this story as a continuation of "If You'd Just Say You Love Me" The chapter wasn't to hot at first, but it has been receiving a gradual but consistent fan response over time.
The first five chapters were written in 2002 back when I was in high school. This chapter is the first completely new chapter in almost 3 years. I hope I can still do this. I debated a lot on how I could keep this story fresh, and then I realized that I had been working on a side project that could easily be adapted for this story. It will hopefully succeed in revitalizing the story.
Thank you,
Bojack727
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THE HYBRID'S SONG
Chapter Six: Killer
.o.o.o.
Macintyre was less than pleased with the information he has been given, following the failure of the assassination attempt on the escaped research specimen.
"How disappointing Mr. Clarke, I really thought that I could count on you to get the job done, but your agent failed us." Macintyre remarked in subtle judgment of his employee. "Still, we must not give up, we are too close to the dead line for the next phase of the plan to stop now. That creature must be killed off, and I believe that I can find just the 'person' to get the job done."
"Sir?" Clarke asked in confusion.
"Try and keep up, Mr. Clarke." Macintyre replied dryly. "There is someone within this complex that has just the skills necessary to carry out the goal of killing all of the humans and that wretched little experiment."
Clarke frowned. "Sir, if you are referring to 'Her', then I must object, she is not to be trusted." He began. "She would surely kill us the moment she got the chance."
.o.o.o.
The two men were descending into the lower levels of the complex in a lift.
Macintyre smiled. "Exactly, it is her hatred of me that keep her alive, that makes her go on living in the way she is. To this end, I will offer her something that she would certainly accept without a moment's hesitation."
"You can't mean?"
"Yes, Mr. Clarke, I'll let her loose." He replied.
"But Mr. Macintyre, she would surely come after us once she is free." Clarke reasoned.
The other man shook his head in disagreement. "No, not immediately, I had a little insurance policy made to make sure she carries out the job." He explained. "She's smart, so she'll realize that she should bide her time before carrying out her revenge- so I think she'll agree- she'll get the job done, and then she set her sights on us."
"And you're not worried?" Clarke asked.
"No, I have made preparation for just such an occasion."
.o.o.o.
The cell was dimly lit and the only portal to the outside was the large glass observation wall on the far end of the chamber.
She was curled up tightly in a dark corner at the far end of the room, the way she liked it.
She vaguely made out two figures standing on the other side of the glass partition. "I'm sorry for not getting up, but I don't usually get visitors."
A familiar voice spoke up through a speaker that fed into her cell from another on the other side. "Doctor Ainsley, I have a proposition for you."
"That voice, I know that voice. . ." She paused. "Macintyre! You shit-bag! And I assume that that gawking fool next to you is the esteemed Mr. Clarke?" She said, standing up.
She picked up a worn blanked to cover her naked form and walked towards the glass partition and smiled evilly. "Now what makes you think I'd do anything for you?"
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Macintyre smiled darkly. "Still the same charming creature, my dear Doctor, but I think that your disposition will change once you learn of the offer I'm going to make you." He replied to the covered figure on the other side the glass.
The blanket was wrapped tightly around her and hung over her head, but a pair of ominous light red eyes could be seen from the shadows, as well as row of sharp grinning teeth.
The figure turned and looked Clarke. "Tell me, you little lap dog, how's that leg of yours doing, I bet it took a long time for it to heal, considering the hundreds of stitches that you needed after I got done with it."
The tall man flinched and stepped back.
The figure on the other side of the glass just laughed at his fear and then turned back to the other man. "Now, tell of this so call proposition?" She began. "I could use a good laugh, especially after being forced down here for the last two years."
Macintyre smiled. "I want you to kill a small group of humans and two hybrids."
"And what's in it for me?"
The other man pressed his palm against the glass and looked her straight in the eyes. "Once they're all dead, you get to go free."
"That sound awfully nice of you, but aren't you worried that I'd find my way back and kill you both very slowly and methodically."
Macintyre laughed. "Because," He began. "If you tried to harm myself or any of my people, than Susan will come to an unfortunate accident."
"You fucking animal, you're worse than those monsters in the ocean, you're worse than. . ." She trailed off.
Macintyre smiled dangerously. "Worse than you?" He asked. "So, will you do it?"
The concealed figure turned around for a moment and then looked back at him. "Yes, I'll do it."
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Hayami awoke in bed to a pair of dark crimson eyes looking down at him listlessly. Mutio smiled down at him her vantage point- as she was propped up on his chest. She smiled down at him lazily and traced little circles with her slender black fingers.
"Mate Hayami," She began- making him smile at the title. "What do you feel?" She asked him gently.
He pulled an arm out from under the bed sheet, where it had been resting on the small of her back, and caressed her cheek briefly. He leaned his head up and captured her lip in a brief but satisfying kiss.
He smiled at her. "I feel how much I love you more than anything." He began. "And I feel how much I'm looking forward to the future for once." He then added.
He then rolled them over that he was hanging over her and she was on her back, looking up at him unassumingly. "And I feel how much I want you at this moment." He then leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, for several secants until he had to part with her for breath. He then resumed his attentions to her by proceeding to leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck and collar bone, until he reached the rise of her chest.
Mutio squealed in pleasure as he feverishly attacked her body.
.o.o.o.
After making love to Mutio- an experience that seemed more intense then the last- the tall, tanned human stood out on the dock of his home, watching the pale beauty swim in the shimmering blue waters of the ocean.
Hayami smiled, watching her swim in the water in much the same way that a bird flew in the air. He heard the sound of ringing in inside and turned to answer the phone.
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Mutio smiled and laughed eagerly as she splashed about in the cool salty waters. She hoped that soon, she could convince her lover to join her out in the water- for more fun.
She looked over to the side when she though she heard a splash nearby her. But nothing was there, so she went back to her play in the water.
Mutio blushed, recalling the way he touched her and how hot and wonderful she felt with him when they made love- she also wondered if she was being a little too demanding of him- after all, her powerful instincts had left her with a certain powerful hunger for physical contact.
Perhaps it was the fact that she was now able to be with someone who looked at her as an equal, not some submissive little female. But, in the end she was happy that Hayami had been the one she'd given herself to. She smiled at the image of the future they would enjoy together- along with the life that she was carrying within her.
.o.o.o.
Hayami placed the phone back down and turned to go back outside, when he heard a loud crash and a scream. "Mutio!" He yelled and rushed outside.
Hayami made his way out on the dock and froze in his tracks as he saw a tall figure holding Mutio forcibly in a death-grip.
"Damn you!" He yelled and rushed forward.
The stranger held up a hand and something seemed to invade Hayami's head- it was like an unbearable piercing screech. He fell onto his knees and began to black out.
He looked up at the attacker and was surprised when he saw that she was tall- almost two meters- and muscular, but her skin was a dark green and comprised of fine scales that meshed together perfectly. Long powerful legs met with a slender waist and a decidedly feminine upper body.
Her neck was marked by gills and her mouth was filled with a row of razor sharp teeth. Her feet were capped with clawed toes and her hands sported webbed fingers with sharp claws on the tips.
Her ears were elongated and spined. A thick mane of bright red hair ran down her back and down the side of her jaw like- almost like mutton chops, while it jutted down her forehead in a distinctive widow's peek and naturally curled back into the mass that ran down her back- the color matching the thick eyebrows on her face. Her piercing pinkish eyes and dark red pupils stared down at him.
Another blast of painful sound hit him and he collapsed.
"I'm sorry, but all of you must die, I don't have a choice!" She cried out.
(End of Chapter 6)
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That new character is one I recently made a ton of drawing of for promotional use. I you want to see what she looks like- just email me and I'll send you a couple of pictures. Though I will say that the images don't pertain to the story- a lot of them are pin-up style pictures (as she is pretty hot for a hybrid smiles)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me know what you guys thought about it. See you guys later.
Bojack727