Bite Chapter 1 - Writers Forum

eMBeR Chan · 09-10-2004, 08:37 PM

I think this is probobly way too long...sorry

Kyra Maxwell’s waist length brown-red hair floated carelessly behind her along with her long black trench coat As she walked down the dark city street. She stood at 5’1” and was not a force to be reckoned with. She walked passed 79th street smiling absentmindedly as random pleasant thoughts of good old days, good recent days, and soon to be good days flooded the corridors of her mind. She would laugh occasionally recalling all the fun she’s had. Not the kind of thoughts you’d expect from an assassin on the prowl. But she wasn’t your average assassin, and even if she was how would you know what assassins were thinking anyhow? She strained to push the joy out of mind and focused on her assignment.

Simple really, these faggots don’t stand a chance. Eight, at least two armed, proceed with caution, extremely dangerous. Nope not a chance, most of these new gang types or just a bunch of posers tryin to make a name for themselves the only way they know how, through violence. The high school bully who’d beat up the small nerdy kid and no one else. Emotionally disturbed perhaps beaten as children, sad really. Ill have to put a stop to all this and collect my cash.

This case was assigned to her by her boss. A man came to the agency wanting the new gang killed because they had killed his daughter. She didn’t usually take revenge cases, they were against her code; but since his daughter was only eight she felt obligated to kill the punks who would beat a little girl to death. Another gang had come requesting their death but she refused. They were only mad that their territory was being invaded. So another assassin was sent but ended up dead. How sad.

The cases I take are usually from people who have reason beyond revenge, like, if a mob boss or dictator of some kind where getting to much power and a big head. Cases when people were beginning to fear for their life’s, not when someone was pissed off at some co-worker for getting the promotion they had desired for weeks upon months. I also don’t do animals, and yes some people want helpless pups and such assassinated. One guy even had the nerve to call and report an extremely important task offering a great wad of cash but when I got there it was nothing but complete BS. Some bald fat middle aged janitor asked me to kill a neighbor’s dog for 600 bucks because it barked too loud. I proceeded to shoot him in the foot and warn him that I’d keep tabs and if that dog had died an untimely death I’d come back and bust a bullet in his temple.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed what street she was on, 80th, the supposed hang-out spot of the gang was 82nd and she would be there soon. She smiled and went into a slow job as she felt adrenaline rise. Half way down 81st she began to walk quietly to get the element of surprise. As she looked down the lonely alleyway of 82nd she saw a group of muscle bound men laughing and drinking and carrying on under the dim light of an over door lamp.

That’s them. She noted one of the nine had a heater stashed in his belt. He was a tall black man with dreadlocks cloaked in a wife beater and a pair of torn up jeans. Looking around she found that he was the only one with a visible firearm. Take him out first. She was unarmed to she picked up a lid to a garbage can to her left. Yes this will work. She whistled to get their attention. The man with the gun snapped his head around and yelled drunkenly.
“KILL DA BITCH!”
He must be the leader. She smiled and spun the garbage lid at him like a Greek discus thrower as he reached for his waist. It hit its mark right above his eye causing blood to leak down clouding his vision. As she suspected he took his hand from the gun and grabbed his face in surprise. Temporarily blind he cried out as he took his hands from his face he ran forward flailing his arms around blindly with a deep bellowing battle cry.

Pathetic, absolutely pathetic. Taking a step to her left she allowed him to run past her but still grabbing his gun and pocketing it as he ran by. I’ll just let him frail around for a while, after all it is pretty funny to watch. A large white man who ironically also had dread locks ran at her with a crow bar. Swinging it at her head she grabbed his arm and yanked it so the joint was locked. He pulled back further stretching the joint to her advantage. She brought up her left leg and kicked his elbow with a loud wet SNAP it bent into a 90’ angle in the wrong direction. He squealed and fell to his knees cradling his arm like an infant. Before she was able to finish him another one ran at her and threw a wide curved right hook.

O like I didn’t see that coming a mile away, learn to punch! Block the arm with the right hand drive my palm into his nose, good he’s down the cartilage was pushed strait up into his brain. Here comes another, what do ya know?! He can’t punch either. Duck. Back his into the side of his neck that’ll misalign his esophagus and he’ll suffocate in no time. Here comes one with a knife, O No!

She kicked the his hand up at a nerve causing him to lose his grip on the knife. As if flew in the air she grabbed it and stabbed him deep in the chest and pulled the knife back out and put it in her pocket. Four down. Another one ran at her and she kicked him in the knee as he placed his foot down snapping it backwards. She pulled the knife out of her pocket and slit his throat silencing his scream. Five. Two came at her from either side She stabbed one and back kicked the other who slammed into the dumpster behind her. She walked over and stabbed him in the gut. Seven.

Another came at her form the front and she heard a yell form behind. The blind flailing man no doubt.
“DON’T HURT ME I’M JUST A LITTLE GIRL!” she said this with a huge grin.
He came strait at her with some metal object that he somehow acquired during the chaos. She moved and he brought the metal down on man approaching her form the front smashing his skull. She pulled out his heater and shot him in the head.

Killed with his own gun, just more proof life’s nothing but a cruel joke. She spun the pistol western style and looked down at the man with the broken arm curled into a ball shaking. She had forgotten about him. She was all for killing it was perfectly natural but unnecessary suffering was different. He had been lying there with a snapped arm for a few minutes how inhumane.
“Sorry…” she shot him in the head to ending his suffering. She sighed and began to walk to her car, which she had parked quite a few blocks back so no one would associate it with the dead thugs. Most of her assassination were clean and looked like a suicide but since these guys were so well hated by just about everyone she wouldn’t be blamed. Besides, she had grabbed everything with her fingerprints on it. The knife, and the gun.

She continued walking to her car on 73rd humming a tune and remembering how she got this “job.” It was two years ago, she was 17 and had just come to the new country New Zealand from America for college. So naturally she was at a bar partying with her new friends celebrating booze, freedom, and illegal ID’s. well it was all fun and games until her obnoxiousness and inability to filter head thought from speech especially when intoxicated that got her into a bar fight with a huge Scottish accented man. Needless to say she whooped his ass, the fight was over with one powerful well landed punch square in the face and the Scottish man ran off crying, tail between his legs. As everyone cheered for the fiery young women she was approached by a tall broad shouldered black man with a shaved shiny head who looked in his mid 40’s. He said her fighting was outstanding especially for her size witch got him a particular finger in the air. He ignored it and told her he had a little mission he had for her.

“Sorry I don’t go on missions, I just drink now.”
“It’ll be worth your while.”
“No.”
“You could get up to $10,000”
“I’LL DO IT!!”

The mission turned out to be an armature co-ed kick boxing completion witch she one with ease. The man was impressed to say the least. So he made her a proposition in the luxury car ride to her dorm in his limousine.

“You have real potential kid, real potential, I’d like you to work for me, you’ll be raking in the cash.”
“Ummm, I don’t know, you’re not a pimp right?”
He laughed a deep rich laugh that was contagious. “No, not at all my dear”

He continued to explain and when they finally returned to NZU she had agreed with a hand shake and plans that she’d be picked up tomorrow and taken to his organization to meet the other folks who worked for him.

She laughed and said aloud. “And in the two years I’ve worked for him I’ve never once gotten caught!” She replayed the fight in her mind complementing herself on the spinning trash can thing she had thought up spur of the moment and stopped in her tracks as she arrived at her car. Trash can…finger prints…still at crime scene….SHIT! She spun and headed back in the other direction in a sprint towards 82nd. HOW COULD I BE THAT CARELESS!?!?

By the time she got to 79th she was out of breath, she had never been much of a runner; it was her most hated activity, that’s why she learned how to fight, so she’d never have to. She stopped and put her hands on her knees looking down and panting heavily in the notoriously cliché out of breathe stance. There was a loud crash and she looked up to see a gang brawl no more than 10 yards away. How did I not notice that? I’m really slipping up.

She cocked her head and watched the fight, it was somehow…different. They hadn’t seemed to noticed her yet but she had a bad feeling, her instincts told her to flee but curiosity told her to stay. Curiosity must have had punched out instincts with a K.O cause she crawled over behind a near by trash can and watched on. Both gangs were dressed in all black, the only visible difference was that one gang had some blue the other some red.

One man wearing a blue shirt over a black jacket picked up a sheet of metal and bashed a man with a red shirt and black bomber jacket in the head; blood splattered and he stumbled backwards and fell to the floor with an inhuman screech. One of the fallons team mates ran and grabbed the man a threw him up against the side of a building. Hard. The wall crumpled slightly with the impact. The man hissed and pushed himself off but to Kyra’s shock the blue shirted man who was hit in the head with metal stood up! Then grabbed the mans head and bashed it into the wall repetitively. One of the red men’s team mates ran up to stop him but was tackled and pummeled by a few blues. The blue slammed the others head one final time and his skull shattered all over the place. The limp body fell to the ground twitching a couple of times but then went limp. He smiled crazily and lifted the body, and licked the blood off the stump of a neck. Some other reds cheered and some blues screamed and they all charged into another in a bloody rage.

Ok…this is getting….just a little too creepy. There was no way she was gonna get that damn lid this way. She was a talented fighter but amateurs compared to these guys. She knew when she was out of her league. She got to her hands and knees and crawled in the way form which she came. Ok so I just need to go back down to 78th go down the back alley there climb over the fence and head to 82nd in the round about way with out the crazy drugged up gang guys. So she crawled quietly to 78th which was very close. When she got to the alley she stood up and brushed herself off. Walking towards the chain-linked fence she cracked her knuckles and stretched her fingers when she heard a clang behind her. She tuned to see one of those weird gang guys. She jumped. I usually sense when people are behind me!! How did I not know he was there? He was about 5’ 11” medium build wearing a black mid-thigh length trench coat and a blue shirt underneath it. His head was bowed not looking at her, shoulders slumped, hands in his pockets, his long spiky locks hung down in front of his face camouflaging his eyes in shadow.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage like a jackhammer. Not knowing what to do, she dumbly stated. “Hi…” He continued to silently admire the floor. “Well then…” She deliberated quickly whether or not to walk by him and out the alley instead of going up the fence, she didn’t want to turn her back on him, but she didn’t want to go near him either. “I’ll be going now… She reluctantly turned toward the fence and walked quickly but she heard fast approaching foot prints behind her, she walked faster and suddenly they were right on her. She spun quickly to deliver a fast jab punch to the things head just to shock him for long enough to get a head start on the run away from him; but he caught her hand. She gasped and gaped at the thing mouth hanging eyes wide. How did he catch it? It was so fast!? The she felt extreme pressure on her fist and screamed out loud as he crushed it in his hand. He winced looking up at him to see his head still down hair in his eyes but could see his mouth, in a sadistic smirk

“Y-You!” She threw the other fist but he caught that one too, and squeezed it like the other one but not breaking it just on the brim of breaking it and holding it there. She cried out again. Her left hand was pleasantly numb but her other hand throbbed in mind blowing pain. He pushed her down so she was on her knees grinding her teeth and squinting her eyes in pain. He heard him laughing and she managed to open one slightly so she and she could see his face; he was staring right down at her now. His eyes were an amazing ice blue piercing her, looking into her, tearing her apart. Both her eyes shot open as she stared. A wide wicked grin spread from ear to ear, a pair of fangs hung over his bottom teeth. He opened his mouth wide and she snapped out of her trance brining her left knee up into his groin. The thing howled in pain and let go of her hands.

She sprung up and dashed toward the fence jumped up and grabbed more than half way to the top with her one good and hand and tried to pull herself up with one hand and her feet. I’m gonna get over it! Then she felt fingers dig into her scalp grabbing her hair and yanking her back. NO! She kicked behind her and heard a squeal and the hand tore loose of her head, claiming the bandana she was wearing and a chunk of her hair for its own.
She got to the top and swung herself over landing in a squat on the other side of the fence and ran about to steps when a shadow flew over her and the thing landed in front of you. Escape was futile. “W…What are you??”

It ignored her. “No more games.” He stood with his feet spaced a foot apart and his arms crossed over his chest. She gulped. Time for a stupid risk. She ran at him and slid trying to get through his legs and run like hell to…anywhere. But he grabbed her by the collar of her trench and hauled her up so her back was against his chest his arm crossed across her chest preventing escape. He used his other hand to get a fist of her hair and tear her head to the side. She inhaled sharply. “Don’t you think we could talk about this!??!?” She felt hot breath against his hair. “I-I mean I’m sure a civil man…thing…what ever you are. Lets talk about this we could-” She gagged as she smelt his breath it was like rancid decaying meat and her eyes watered. “Oh gross what have you been eating!?” If her arms weren’t immobile she’d slap her hand over her mouth quickly. The second stupid thing she did tonight. She was use to saying idiotic stuff but unlike her other stupidities this would cost her her life.

She felt two pricks in her neck, “OW!? WHAT THE FUCK!?” then it downed on her. He was biting her neck. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU FREAK!?” He grabbed her neck with the hand across her chest so she choked. She gasped for air but he was cutting off oxygen to her windpipe. O shit I’m in trouble now. I’m gonna die, and I’m gonna die a felon! My parents are gonna be pissed…I’m too young! What a waste. If only I wasn’t so damn careless. Then everything around her turned black.