| From: | Ayla Renee AylaRenee@***********.com |
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| Subject: | Story beggining |
| Date: | Thu, 16 Sep 1999 23:16:31 -0500 |
story some... who's writing the Renraku team? I can't do much more before I
coordinate with you. Lemme know, heres what I have thusfar... Keep in mind
I'm horribly depressed right now, and I'm at a terrible stage in my life,
not to mention my writing naturally walks a bit on the darker side of
fiction...
Pain
Pain was one thing Elysiah Mortimur knew well. The pain had invaded him
from that terrible night 12 years ago, pain had been with him every since.
Men think
they understand pain, but they don’t really. They think their perceptions of
hell with
lakes of fire and pits of burning souls are bad. They know nothing. That
sort of
physical pain is easy to run from, easy to hide from. Elysiah was pursued by
the
kind of pain that he couldn’t run from... the kind that boiled him from
within and
without. That hatred of himself.
The hunter now prowled the once civilized levels of the Renraku Archology.
There was but one thought on his mind: Escape. That had not changed in 12
years
though, the only difference was, now he had a plan...
Several weeks ago a blue eyed man had come to him in his cell. He’d been
near starvation, left alone in total darkness for he knew not how long. his
bodily
cycles no longer attuned to such petty matters as day and night, for he’d
seen not the
light or dark of either in many a year. The blue eyed man had offered him a
proposition. If Elysiah helped them by showing others his curse and
cooperating, he
would have complete run of the archology as long as it took him to complete
his
mission, then be set free....
Then he could return...
Return for the revenge he’d thirsted for for years. He’d return for his
brother mostly... but the scientists who’d spent the last several years
poking and
prodding him would get their due, should they cross his path. Elysiah was
still an
intelligent man, far too intelligent to let emotion get in the way of his
desires.
Emotion had everything to do with this moment though... emotion was all
this
moment was. The moment of the kill. The hunter leapt from the ceiling,
landing on
the woman he’d been hunting for nearly 3 hours, and grabbed her. A quick
movement pinned her arms to her sides, and a second later, the hunters
formidable
fangs buried deep within the soft, pulsing flesh of her neck. He drank
deeply. He
hadn’t realized how big this place was, how many places there were for his
prey to
hide from him. With hundreds of levels and uncountable people to comb
through for
the 30 he was after... it was literally finding a needle in a haystack. This
one had
taken him 3 months to find, and hours to kill... He was indeed hungry, but
finally
was satisfied as her Essence, the very force of her own life drained from
her into
him like a sparkling river...
Elysiah didn’t know how long it took him to finish his meal, or how long he
spent just sitting beside the corpse, enjoying the afterglow of his feeding.
Finally he
took out the radio the blue eyed man had given him, and keyed it on.
“Level 151, on my location.” He said simply, and waited. It didn’t take
long
for an acknowledgment to come. “Accepted. Team dispatched.”
Elysiah sat back. Sure enough, a few minutes later a group of green eyed
men
came around the corner. They picked up the corpse, which groaned and shifted
in
their grip and carried it off. Elysiah took out the reader he had and looked
up the
next name.
Cliber... It came with a picture and a short biography as well. With a
slight
smile, he pushed himself up, and started down the hall again
The hunt, again, was on.
