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Stakebait [Working Title]: Prologue |
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((Word Count: 1000))
Karu
If ever there were days when it wasn't worth the paycheck to go into work, Karu mused, this would be one of them.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been hiding in the storeroom. Long enough for her muscles to be sore from staying in one spot. She was afraid she'd be heard if she made a move. Out in the main part of the store, the intruder was still present, shuffling through papers and the old books that served as the shop‘s main output. The small television blared from its place on the front desk, the anchorwoman live at the scene of another unexplainable attack. This made the eighteenth in a matter of days.
Nineteenth, the redhead made a mental correction. This one just hadn't made the news yet. Pity she wouldn’t be around to see herself on TV.
Footsteps on the other side of the door widened her eyes. She scrambled for a new hiding spot, ducking behind a large file cabinet just as the door was forced open. She couldn't see the intruder without risking her cover, so she stayed put, hoping either they'd find what they were looking for or get tired of looking.
She held her breath, frozen in a curled up position behind the metal case as the slow footsteps paced around the small storeroom. They stopped for a few moments, before the cabinet she was braced against opened. A small noise escaped her throat in surprise, and immediately she clamped her hands over her mouth.
Too late. A pair of grey, narrowed eyes met hers from over the top of the cabinet, and the Zombie girl paled considerably. The dark figure reached for her and she screamed.
A shattering of glass halted the attack. Both intruder and victim looked to the open door.
Gabriella
Reporters. Always at the scene of the crime once the danger had passed. Always there to get the people’s attention, never there to get their hands dirty.
Gabriella scoffed, turning on her heel sharply and walking away from the storefront, currently advertising televisions playing the daily news. It was getting late, and she was starting to feel the hunger pangs from her twenty-four hour fast. She was cranky when she hadn't eaten. But the sidewalks were deserted this time of night, and the shops closed, so she was out of luck.
Since she couldn't eat, she needed something to distract her. Television obviously wasn't going to help in this matter. With a sigh, she took a running leap, springing off the building's side and onto another, ricocheting up to the rooftops. The anchorwoman's urgent pleas to end the senseless violence in the town were of little concern to her; it would all be over in a matter of weeks. Not exactly the happy ending everyone would like, but at least her prayers would be answered. No more attacks on the people.
But not even the Great Plan appealed to her very much. She found herself caring about less and less lately. The others put everything they had into this brilliant takeover, and she had earned her ostracism with her apathy.
The only thing left for her to do was amuse herself. And even that was becoming a harder task with each passing day.
Something moved quickly in the corner of her vision. Curious, she watched a figure, shadowed by the unfortunate lack of streetlights, as it darted down the block. There was a scream, followed by a sharp crash as the figure went sailing through a shop's window.
The Demon propped her elbows against the roof's edge, resting her head on her hands. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a bust after all.
Janko
When she got her hands on that no-good monster, she was going to make sure she STAYED dead this time.
Ten blocks. She'd been following this creep for TEN BLOCKS. She growled in frustration, charging forward down the dark street. How dare this little upstart insult her like that! And then to just run away--the audacity of it all. Janko intended to show this little underling what exactly someone like herself was capable of.
It was bad enough that the rival groups were acting up. With the possibility of the Great Plan coming into play within a matter of days, the others were getting either very excited, or very nervous. And neither of those were very helpful for social skills in dealing with rival gangs. And even though she was predominantly on their side, the Purists had been making their move against her.
Purists. That's what they called themselves, those of the people with awareness to the Great Plan. She had to laugh. There was nothing pure about them; these creatures were even more evil than the so-called 'monsters' they sought to kill.
And so Janko had stalked this little Sunlet. It didn't matter what her real name was, as far as Janko was concerned, she was Sunlet. Appropriate enough, with all the little Purist's glory talk about the Powers of Light. She couldn't just let her go away with the last laugh. It would only lead more of them to her, seeking an easy target. She had to make sure no unnecessary battles were fought. But the girl had disappeared into a dark-lit city block, lined with small shops. The Dragon frowned, searching the area.
There was a scream, from a tiny bookstore across the street. Not from her prey, she noticed, but desperate enough. It was possible the Purist had found someone else to harass. Without a second thought, she dove through the shop's window, shattering the glass. The shards fell around her to the ground, barely nicking her scaled skin as she landed in a crouch on the shop's floor.
Through a doorway, two watched her. One, a panicked redhead zombie. The other, a rather annoyed-looking grey-eyed kindred. His current prey forgotten in favour of someone from a rival gang to his, the other charged at Janko.
And from a rooftop, a purple-haired demon watched demurely...
 KaruLeonnese · Fri Nov 02, 2007 @ 02:54am · 0 Comments |
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