My pity party grew and grew, till I realized that I was only just beating myself up. I felt a little better after that spiral was cut off, and attributed the pushy emotions to the large amount of stress I had had to deal with lately. I felt a little hungry too.
Screams and shouts filled my ears as I rounded a corner. A bunch of rather large human ran towards me. They sort of slowed down when they noticed the foot difference in height was growing, slowed a little more when I popped my knuckles ready to release some pint up energy, they turned and ran when I pull a 2 foot long blade out of my wrist.
I heaved a great push and bounded down the hallway at the suckers, my blade severing the spinal cord of the first with a quick slash, the blood spurt from the wound onto my set down-turned mouth. I brought the arm back in a large arc and left a huge gash in two more humans. I finished the last with a lazy throw that found the blade in the back of his head. Red covered the walls in swipes of dark red ooze. I looked around and with my claws snapped the cords of a littler halfer that had gotten caught. I pick my knife out of the last guy’s spinal column, smiling as his whole body twitched for the action.
I burst into a large room, blade still in hand, a body in front of my face. The body filled with elephant tranks with sickly green glass syringes. Those darts didn't to have much the same effect on me, though they got me pretty high in the past. I took a huge sniff, and though the bloody mess in front of my face obscured the scents a bit I now knew what was what again. My mind mapped out where the sources of stale sweat and the metallic smells of guns and blood. I was in the lobby, and the large swathes of bloody hallway behind me were nearly devoid of life of any human being.
My knife lashed out as I felt a stunner touch my skin. I was in half-bear form now, and the fat tissues absorbed most of the shock and trauma but every time it had a chance of knocking me into cardiac arrest. But I had to find her. It was Vana, it had to be. No other hunter with this much resources used nonlethal forces. That bitch hasn't learned yet, it's time someone made a mark that she wouldn't forget.
I could smell her, far off on the hill in front of me. The masses of bodies grew as a fought and ambushed in that open room. I removed the top of one guys head and blocked a shot with one downward swipe of the blade. I dropped to the floor and left a huge gash on another braves souls legs before grabbing his head and with one yank breaking his neck. On the floor I watched a wolf halfer be torn from a doorway. It was the one-of-a-kind one, echo. I threw my knife and it arced into the back of the trailing carrier. The other man sensing the pure danger he was now in picked up the entire body and tore out of the building. I stopped before I went out the doorway. This was Giovanna; she wouldn't be stupid enough to forget the snipers unlike some dead hunters I could mention.
I roared in anger, and the volume of the roar echoed through the hallways of the resort. I looked at my knife; the black obsidian was a thousand points of refection. Shit, I had to do it.
I looked back behind me, the hall were now empty. A grimaced as I saw the halves and thirds of people piled and stacked around the red pooled on the floor. A modern day hell unfolded before my eyes.
I couldn’t believe in a place called harmony, it just couldn’t be. A place where halfers and human co-exist? To me that is the greatest load of bullshit ever told by an unsuccessful hunter, and therefore the greats lie a halfer ever believed. The sight of the bloody battle in front of me blew away any wishful thinking that any lie could conjure up. The pain in my stomach was starting to build, so I started what was to be a long walk.
Harmony did exist, but before you think I’m contradicting myself listen further. Harmony is not a place to me, it is a moment. It is a sweet moment when all the differences between two people are put aside and they just help one another. No one being perfect, this moment was never to last. But it could be cultivated, at great cost.
Echo and the others taken needed some harmony, and by hell they were going to get it, and even if my dead body was strewn over her I was going to get Giovanna.
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Zar’s on the warpath, who wants to join?
