To Be Decided

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Author's Note: I have not yet given names to my characters, which I plan to do before continuing further.

This is my first attempt of writing a story, honestly. I've always wanted to try but never had any idea for one. I'd like to finish it as a book, and some of my friends are urging me to keep going with every written peice I show them. So! I'm going to show what I have here, publicly, that way if I ever get famous and start selling them you can read for free.



Nah, I don't expect it to be anything spectacular enough to go on shelves but I really do think I'm better than some writers whos books I've read that are in my library.

There will be a seperate thread for this which you can talk on, comment my work, make suggestions, flame me, or simply ask questions.

Enjoy the read.

"I can't lose you.. I'm not---" He paused, choking out the words as he swallowed pride, "I'm not strong enough." His eyes softened, lowering from her stare in shame. Before she had a turn in words, his hands rose to carress either side of her jawline, lifting her lips to his as he stepped forward against her. The kiss was short and left both longing for more but instead he pushed her backward where friend's arms caught and held her.

"Go."

"No! Wait, please---" She cried and pleaded as friend pulled her away in to darkness, in to safety. He took a long breath and with it came a slow sigh rolling past his lips. But not even the heavy breath could sound over the thunderous approach of footsteps, closer with every passing second. He dared not face it, but the thought of stalling long enough to ensure their escape said otherwise.

The clap of boots behind him fell silent and all seemed peaceful. He turned to face the numbers but before he could make out what was pointed at him a gunshot fired.

The bullet winged his left shoulder and his hand rose to the fresh wound burning pain pierced his body. He looked back to the group and found only three; the mass of people must of split in to search parties to cover the maze of catacombs quickly before they could run.

They wore suits of black, body armor, with helmets that held visors over their eyes which sent live-video to the rest of the team. This meant the missing trackers would make their appearance soon enough.

"Shit. Missed," The man between the two others cursed. The object which he held toward him was a pistol, the two others with rifles. It was obvious who was in command.

"You won't get a second chance," He spat. His eyes burned red in defiance, as deep as the blood which seeped between his fingers and trailed down his arm and side, staining the majority of his white shirt vermillion. With that said, the captain roared the order for them to fire.

The room was circular, with a tall roof holding celler bars to let the moon shine down at night and the sun to illuminate at day. It, of course, was past twilight and clouds crowded the sky. So, only the middle of the room was visible while the space behind the supporting stone pillars held only a shrouding black.

He could of fallen back in to the protecting shadows and hid but he hadn't the time to waist. His hand whipped away from his bloody shoulder as his stance widened. For many, staring down the barrel of a gun meant facing death. Time slowed, even stopped, as their lifetime played over and passed judgement. However, like time, everything slowed for him as the combustion of light and fire pushed another bullet aimed for his head.

With angelic grace, his left foot pushed him right and the lead whizzed past while the following amunition found only an empty space. The hunter hesitated; the Captain's eyes, if visible, would have been furious while the two at his back gawked in disbelief. True, they were trained for this exact moment and situation but appearantly never lived the experiance.

The guards' mouthes both fell in awe, one even lowering his gun---that was his man. Still in motion from his first movement, his right foot kicked back to push him forward in full thrust.

It was almost pathetic. As he sprinted forward, the other two picking back up the assault of weaponry, he merely dodged left and right until the gap between them had suffered long enough. He was low against the ground, mainly his knees bent and ready to uncoil. And spring he would, lips parting and his mouth widening as a glitter of light reflected from his flawless teeth, the sharpened canines very distinct between them.

Despite their bodies clothed in armor, their necks were exposed. When his teeth found flesh, he was very precise to sever the vital juggular. His hands rose up and pushed the guard's chest, the great snaps of bone erupting as if a truck had collided in to the man before sailing through the air and smashing back against the stone wall which gave no mercy of cushion.

He had used the man to push off and rebound for his next victim. He slid past the leader's back, both men still spinning around to find him. As the second guard turned to face him, his hand had been balled in to a fist which punched for the visor which not only protected his face but sent a live feed of what was going on. The glass shattered beneath his strength as did the man behind it, his body falling limp as it towered backward.

This left only one and he was findly catching up. The pistol was turning back for him but a harsh kick to the Captain's hand left it crippled and the gun lifting in to the air. He was quick to catch it, pushing the barrel up beneath the Captain's chin. They walked, he forward and the Captain backward, until the man's back pressed flat against the wall. The man's lips were quick to start pleading for mercy but went unheard as he focused on someone much more distant than catacombs, focusing his attention to the onyx visor.

His words were clear, and his words were direct. "Stop hunting us or you'll find more than just a few bodies. You might be one of them." Without a second thought, his eyes stared the camera down as his finger pulled the trigger and surrendered the man's life in a signature signed in blood.

-awaits more- I like it very much.