Hey everyone! :D
At first, THANK YOU so much for all the reviews, favs and follows :'D *hugs everyone* I really appreciate it :)
And I'm sorry for the short and crappy chapter. Maybe it's not so crappy like I think, but what ever X'D
Who the new hunter from the last chapter was, will be revealed in the next chapter. So you have to be patient and wait to see if you were right about his identity ;')
I'm planning to write a story about our little Shark. The story will be about his life as a hunter, so about all the years before he found Chiara. I will write it out of Shark's perspective, the 'I-perspective'. Would anyone be interested in such a story? Because even though I'm planning it, I'm still not too sure if I really should write it...
Anyway. Have fun with the too short chapter! ;D
Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead isn't mine but my OCs are
Chapter 7_Rude awakening
Growling quietly to himself the hunter in the red hoodie crawled slowly along the edge of the rooftop he currently was on. Even though his one eye was directed at his prey on the street below he knew exactly where his brethren were located.
He could hear the panicked pants of their prey, the low growls and snarls of his brethren and the quiet noises they made when they moved to a new location.
Everyone knew what he had to do. They were experts, predators, hunters, one entity out of many – they were a pack. A pack full of hungry hunters – and a hungry hunter was a dangerous hunter.
He licked his lips as he looked hungrily at the four survivors who walked with shaky legs along the street while they clutched their guns tightly and looked around them every so often. From what he could see it had to be one male and three female preys. And all of them were terrified.
He could smell their fear clearly – even up here on the rooftops.
He couldn't help himself but to feel excited as he sucked the scent in, while he knew that he wasn't the only one who was thrilled because of the hunt and the kill that would happen very soon.
Living prey was rare these days, so that this made the hunt even more special this night.
A loud shriek nearby signalized the start of the hunt. Finally!
He swiftly crouched down to gather enough energy in his legs for his next jump. With a loud high pitched screech he leaped from the roof only to land some meters in front of the prey on the street, whereupon he spun around to them with a loud snarl.
The man promptly pointed his gun at the small hunter with a loud gasp, while two of the three women needed some seconds longer to lift their guns and the third woman dropped her gun out of surprise.
But before any of them were able to shoot the small hunter three other shrieks could be heard, before three heavy forces landed on each survivor who was holding a gun in their hands and crushed them under their weight.
The small hunter growled lowly as he watched how two of the other three hunters sliced the throat of the prey open while the third one, who wore a dark green hoodie with a black hood, put his hand on the man's head and applied tauntingly some pressure on it. Enough that it would hurt but not enough pressure to kill the prey.
It was always the same with their alpha – who was a sadistic bastard. He loved it to play a while with his prey before he killed it, so that he prefered it to hunt alone and without his pack. Not all members of their pack liked it very much to fool around with the prey before killing and eating it.
And the small hunter in the red hoodie was one of them, so that he could only stare in slight disdain at the scene in front of him.
But before he could dwell any longer on it a movement out of the corner of his eye catched his attention. He quickly turned his head, only to spot the third and last woman who had picked up her gun by now and was pointing the thing at the alpha – even though her hands shook like mad and could barely hold the gun properly.
The small hunter swiftly crouched down before he pounced on the poor woman who tumbled to the hard ground with a loud panicked cry. Snarling he did what the other two hunters had done before and cut the woman's throat open – ending her miserable life quick and painless.
He jumped slightly as suddenly a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, so that he quickly turned his head, only to come face to face with Scarface whose scarred face was just some inches away from his own.
The alpha gave him a toothy grin before he leaned forward and bumped his forehead roughly against the smaller one's forehead.
The smaller hunter had to restain himself from scooting back immediately and forced himself to stand still and let Scarface do what he wanted. It always ended bad when the bigger hunter didn't get what he wanted.
But wasn't the bigger hunter occupied by his prey?
Curiously he looked to the side from the corner of his eye. Not some meters away lay the man's corpse which now had a gaping hole in its chest. Not a very pretty sight. But he had seen much worse.
The small hunter was pulled out of his thoughts as Scarface shoved him roughly to the side to bent down and to take a bite of the woman.
Right. The alpha always got the first bite. No one was allowed to eat before the alpha did.
But why was he eating from the woman the small hunter killed and not from the other corpses or even from the man he killed himself?
The small hunter didn't really get it. Why did he always get all the extra attention from the alpha?
He warily looked between Scarface and the other two hunters – who were also bigger than himself – back and forth. Including Scarface the three were the biggest hunters they had in the pack while he himself was the smallest one – at least the smallest male. His mate was a little bit smaller than himself, but she was a female and so the size didn't matter. But for a male it was different. If you weren't big, muscular and intimidating looking then no one would take you seriously or for a threat.
You at least had to have an average size in order to get along just fine, but the hunter in the red hoodie was even smaller than that.
He grumpily ground his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. Usually he didn't really care and didn't compare himself to others but in moments like these, when three giants judged him critically during a hunt, he couldn't help himself but to feel uncomfortable and unsecure in his small body.
He was pulled out of his musings once again as one of the other two hunters growled loudly at him in order to catch his attention.
Scarface and the other two were about to take off with their prey and were just waiting for him. The small hunter hurriedly bent down to bite down on a portion of the woman's flesh which wasn't nibbled on yet by the alpha and hauled the dead body from the ground. Scarface nodded slightly before they all jumped on the nearest roof and began their little journey towards their den – to bring the rest of the pack some food that they had to share among themselves.
It wasn't long until they arrived at their destination – a row of abandon warehouses near the harbor.
They swiftly entered one of the biggest one whereupon Scarface screeched loudly to summon the rest of the pack. Bit by bit the rest of the pack entered the huge room while their eyes instantly locked on the still fresh flesh of the dead survivors.
The small hunter barely dropped the dead woman as suddenly a blue bundle came out of nowhere and pounced on him with a squeaky growl. As he looked down he could see a little figure who clung to the front of his hoodie. The little thing tilted its head back so it could look into the hunter's face with a big toothy grin plastered on its face.
The small hunter instantly grinned back before he purred happily and put his arms around his pup – his little girl – who also started to purr out of delight in response and huddled closer against him.
The hunter in the red hoodie looked up again as he noticed a new presence beside him only to come face to face with his beautiful mate, who leaned slowly forward so that she could lick at first his cheek and then his slightly parted lips – her way of welcoming him back from a succesful hunt.
The small hunter cocked his head before he pressed his face into the curve of her neck and nibbled lightly on the surprisingly soft skin he found there whereupon his mate mewled happily.
But the huntress didn't hold still for too long as she suddenly grabbed the shoulders of her mate and pushed him not too gently to the ground. The small hunter yelped out of surprise as the world around him started to spin, before everything came to a sudden halt again and he found himself lying on his back with his mate straddling him and with his pup still snuggled up to his chest.
His mate was a really big bundle of energy, so that she sometimes was too much for him – unfortunately for him, his little girl came after her mother and had even more energy than his mate.
But he loved them both dearly nevertheless.
The hunter in the red hoodie looked curiously to the side as he heard a quiet angry growl not too far away. He quickly found the source of the noise as his one eye and Scarface's empty eye sockets met, who was looking at him and his little family with an intense stare – if you could even call it that because of the lack of the eyes.
The alpha really looked angry, it even seemed like he could barely retain his rage. But rage for what? Why was Scarface so angry all of the sudden? The small hunter just didn't get it.
He held still for some seconds longer before he slowly pushed his mate off of him and awkwardly sat up while he still kept an eye on the bigger hunter, who seemed to be a little bit calmer now that his mate wasn't kneeing over him anymore.
Strange. He would never understand the alpha.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as a squeaky growl reached his ears and a small hand petted clumsily his cheek in an attempt to get his attention.
He quickly looked down at his little girl who opened her mouth like she was about to say something – even though that wasn't possible.
"Shark!"
"Shark! Help!"
A panicked scream coupled with the noise of shattering glass woke the hunter up. He promptly jumped up on all fours and hissed loudly while he franticly looked around him for the source of the noise.
What he saw shocked him before the anger welled up in him.
A tongue of a smoker was wrapped around Chiara's waist and dragged the little girl roughly out of the nest. She already was on the balcony and desperately reached out for him before she disappeared from his sight as she was pulled over the railing.
Shark swiftly leaped from the bed and out on the balcony where he immediately looked over the railing. But no matter how hard or where he looked he couldn't spot his pup anywhere.
Where was she?!
Shark couldn't help the panic that threatened to overtake him as he franticly looked out for her without any success.
The small hunter hissed out of distress before a faint scent in the air catched his attention. That was Chiara's scent, no doubt about it.
How could he forget that? He could track his little girl through her scent. He hurriedly stuck his nose in the air and inhaled deeply whereupon he jumped on the railing and from there on a nearby rooftop. He just had to follow his little girl's scent.
He got more and more agitated as more and more new scents mixed with Chiara's. He wasn't too sure what all these smells were – even though he could tell them apart quiet easily. There were at least three different scents, which made it difficult to concentrate only on his little girl's scent.
The hunter got distracted as loud coughing reached his ears. He abruptly turned his head whereupon he spotted a smoker whose tongue was cut short. That had to be the damn smoker who had dared to snatch his pup away from him!
Shark immediately crouched down before he jumped high in the air and pounced on the unsuspecting smoker with a furious snarl. He didn't even think about it first before he ducked his claws into the flesh of his victim. In his short lived rage he literally ripped the poor smoker apart until a sudden cloud of smoke exploded right into his face.
The small hunter coughed violently as the foul-smelling smoke crawled up his nose whereupon he stumbled away from the corpse and gagged slightly. He blinked several times as his one eye started to tear because of the thick smoke.
Now that his rage was wearing off he remembered his little girl again. Right. Where was she?!
He quickly looked around him – even though he could barely see anything through the thick smoke that wasn't vanishing fast enough.
Growling to himself he swiftly jumped on another rooftop and out of the cloud of smoke. But he realized too late that he miscalculated a bit. Instead of landing on a rooftop he narrowly missed it, so that he was sailing through the air instead.
In a rush of panic he reached for something whereupon he got to grab a windowsill that creaked dangerously as it stopped his fall. He quickly reached up and grasped another windowsill before he started climbing until he finally reached the top.
Damn smoker. First the bastard snatched his pup and then he nearly killed him with his damn smoke!
Shark hissed out of anger before he shook his head and reminded himself that he had more important things to do. He had to look for Chiara.
He hurriedly sniffed the air but the only thing that he could smell was the frigging awful smelling smoke, which still lingered in his nostrils.
The hunter snarled furiously as he gave up and instead looked around him, hoping to spot his little girl somewhere.
"Chrrrraaaa!" He yelled his pup's name as he leaped from rooftop to rooftop – looking for his little girl desperately.
He had to find her!
Cliffhanger! X'D
I know, I know. How could I? Well, I'm mean :'D