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Chapter One: Prey and Predator
Trisha cursed as rained started to mercilessly fall from the sky. She quickly put her hood over her head. Her perch from the top of a building soon became too damp to be on, and she hated rain anyway. She leapt off and hit the sidewalk with a light 'tap'. She started to sprint towards her refuge. She was almost there, but a figure blocked her way. Crap. Her. She dodged just in time not to be hit by a small dart that pierced the air. She had to leap once again not to be hit. She took a split second decision. She ran. Not the sissy kind of run, but the dodge fifty-or-so-darts kind. She wove through the darts and managed to reach the forest.
Now that she was in the forest, she could slow down. She took an abrupt right turn. The darts stopped coming and her pursuer had to pause to tell where she went. By that time, Trisha had ducked into a bramble bush. The thorns tore at her jacket as the person chasing her ran past. When the coast was clear, Trisha was thoroughly soaked. She grumbled as she headed to the abandoned school house.
Kuzi stood waiting at the school house. It would be anytime now before her prey would come. And speak of the devil, there she was. She instantly loaded her dart gun and shot. She knew her prey was tricky, not to mention athletic. Her prey dodged the darts and headed towards the forest. She inwardly cursed at herself for not putting something there. She kept shooting as rain soaked through her jacket and cloths. Her prey took a sharp turn. It confused her a second, allowing her prey to get a head start. By the time she located where the prey was, it was out of sight. She thrust herself forward, hoping to catch up.
She lost it. She cursed at herself again. She had even located its hideout. She would catch it. Next time. The rain poured down at her. She sprinted back to her huge and regal mansion. She growled at herself as maids gave her tea and a towel. They dried her hair with a hair drier. They weren't even slightly surprised she came back with nothing. She was still a teen, with an active imagination. She had enthralled herself in mythology just because she saw that one person with purple eyes. It was probably just eye contacts. As the maids thought this, Kuzi was also thinking. 'Next time', Kuzi thought. 'I will catch you, Homunculus.'
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