Welcome back readers
Well its finally here, Chapter 8. The first chapter to feature some action and adventure. The one I have been waiting to write, and one you all have probably waiting for since the beginning.
BTW I am sorry for not getting this update up faster…. Minor issues surrounding the computer usage in my house
Also nothing terribly crazy will happen and don't worry; characters won't be randomly killed off. However a few major events will occur and a large amount of characterization will be done as well.
Again thank you for sticking with this story, I know it's painfully slow in pacing, but I swear all will make sense before long.
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Now with out further time wasting, Onto the Story
Afternoon Fright- Amber
5:32…. There is a giant electronic clock right above me ok?
Rush hour. For most people it is seen as nothing more than an annoyance. A giant time, and energy wasting part of the day, that many people go out of their way to avoid.
The time of the day, when everyone makes a mad scramble to leave their chosen place of work, and try to make it home as quick as possible. Key word however is "Try".
The small crowds that had previously littered the large downtown area, soon become nothing more than a giant masses of arms and legs. Continually growing in size, as more and more people leave to begin their trek home.
These masses of people continually move forwards, pushing a shoving their way through almost every obstacle they find. The slow, chaotic, march of the working class, as they slowly make their way onto the cramped train cars and busses that litter the streets and underground.
Yes rush hour is defiantly not a productive, let alone fun, time of the day for almost everyone involved in it.
Almost everyone.
For myself, and a few others like me however, rush hour is not to be feared, or avoided, but rather relished in and taken advantage of. The giant masses of people, while daunting to most, are the equivalence of a giant dinner bell to us. The cramped busses and trains, become primary hunting grounds, while the crowds of people act as natural camouflage, allowing us to work unseen.
Simply put, rush hour is the single best time of the day, for the predators of this city, to come out of hiding, and begin to feast on their unsuspecting prey.
Now of course, with the prime hunting times, comes much greater risks. The large number of people, while good for cover, also means that chances of someone catching you in the act increases dramatically. Movement also becomes more and more restricted as people cram onto the transit systems, sometimes even stopping you from moving all together. Worst of all though, the chances of running into another hunter or a pack of carnivores are much higher.
Now why would other hunters be a problem you might ask? Well you see while almost all of them are rational and capable of logical thinking, all predators, myself included, exhibit one trait that tends to cause us more trouble than is necessary.
We are all very Territorial.
I let out a silent groan in protest, as more and more people filed into the train compartment I resided in. It seems the train that I had chosen was a prime hunting area, as I had picked out at least ten other hunters on it with me.
"Greeeeeeeeeeat." I muttered sarcastically, "Simmmply fabulous."
My eyes slowly drifting from hunter to hunter, watching carefully as each of them took note of the others.
It was clear what was at the forefront of all our minds. Can the others be trusted, what happens if one of them screw's up, are all of them genuine or simply cops in disguise, etc.
Suspicion starting to run ramped in our thoughts, each member now silently scoping out their escape should things turn ugly. Worst case scenarios popping into all of our heads, as the suspense built higher and higher with each passing second.
Eager to put an end to the tension, I gave them each a steady glance, before pointing to the ground and waving it from corner to corner, marking my territory as the very end of the car. A quick nod was given in response, before each of the marked their own territory. Effectively drawing the battle lines, which were not to be cross until you leave the train.
I let out a small breath of relief as the last person marked their area, thankful that confrontation was avoided.
The to the train doors rattle loudly as they closed, cramming everyone together even more, locking everyone in until the next stop. The people on boarded unaware of the hunters among them.
I simply observe for the first part of the trip. Watching the other predators, as they go about their business. Observing with a sick sense of glee as slowly, the occupants of the train are stripped of their valuables. Watches, wallets, purses, all manner of electronic devices, seem to go missing in the blink of an eye, no one but the players of this twisted game, noticing that anything is amiss until its much to late.
Simply put, its absolutely Beautiful display of skill.
"Aright, Focus" I whisper to myself as I silently begin to watch my prey out of the corner of my eye. The budging coat pocket marking him as an easy meal for me.
Sights now set; I patiently wait for the perfect moment to strike.
Not a second later I feel the train lurch suddenly to the side, aggressively throwing passengers to a fro. My body instinctively goes with the trains movement, my small hand coming up quickly and aliening with the pocket I am eyeing.
My mark quickly gets tosses to the other side of the train, my hand sliding effortlessly into the pocket and removing the leather wallet from its confines.
Quickly using the last movements of the train to cover my tracks, I pull away from him, quickly lowing my prize into the dark folds of my hoody pocket, hiding it instantly from sight.
I keep my eyes low, waiting for any sort of signal that he noticed my theft. A yell, a quick pat of his jacket, anything at all.
"DING", "Summerset Station"
The automated announcer signals the approach of the trams next stop.
Still I wait, not allowing myself to even breath until I'm off the train and down the hallway of the station. My breathing ragged, my lungs burning I press on.
Methodically I make my way out of the under ground, making a beeline for the first ally way I see. Only relaxing once the cold shadows swallow me up.
An excited smile finally takes over my face, the thrill of success filling my brain, adrenalin pulsing through my veins; filling me with confidence I never knew I had. My entire body shaking, as the powerful hormone makes it rounds through my body.
"YES!" I mentally congratulate myself on a job well done, before forcing myself to sit down, knowing my legs would soon give out from the excitement.
My hands shake profusely as I pull the wallet from my pocket, my eyes bulging at the sheer weight of it.
"Holy shit" I mutter to myself, only now realizing just what a score I had made.
Brown and red bills fill every crack of it, all the cash totaling almost a thousand dollars. On top of that the guy also had a couple of American express cards and a few other credit cards. A checkbook, a few debit cards and a couple of business cards also spilled out from the expensive leather.
"Holy fuck…" I mussed, my mind completely blown away at my luck. Who ever this wallet uses to belong to, he was loaded beyond anything I had ever seen.
Looking around quickly, making sure no one had yet noticed me, I hastily stash the bills in my bra, ignoring the discomfort of them, and the fact one side of my chest is now larger than the other.
I crammed the credit cards and checkbook into my pockets, before gathering up everything else and tossing it into a nearby dumpster.
"Alright, Now to get the HELL out of here" I muttered, quickly jogging towards the entrance of the ally, eager to get home and show Hannah my "found" treasure.
A large shadow appeared in the mouth of the alley.
My shoes skid on the gravel covered ground as I put on the breaks, just barely stopping myself from running straight into the hulk of a man in front of me.
He was at least a foot taller than me, and easily weighed triple what I did. Sunglasses adorned his pudgy face, while jeans and a gigantic tee shirt struggled to try and covered the rest of him.
I watched cautiously as he slowly crossed his arms in front of his chest, His tee shirt doing little to hide any part of his massive tattooed arms.
"Ohhh you have got to be fucking kidding me," I mutter, eyeing one tattoo in particular. A black raven caught in a silver cage.
The raven had its wings spread, the giant black wings barely fitting inside the confines of its cage. A scream could almost be heard coming from the poor beast, as it seemed to search for an escape.
The style, the design, the colors, all of them screamed for me to run.
"Well hello again Amber"