Stalker becomes Hunted

No one goes near her. Not unless they want their arms chopped off (and I assure you it would not be pleasant...). Xyliar only has one family member... her brother. But they lead less than normal lives. Others live in fear of the demonic creatures that haunt the darkness in the night, but then you have the hunters. They turn the stalker into their prey.
She finds it oddly difficult to accept other people, but who needs other people? Who needs anyone? All she needs is the katana at her hip and the murderous hatred of those who prey on the weak and vulnerable.


7. Sniper replaces samurai

Pain. All that life could offer. Pain.


Zenith watched the girl being sliced into with a long glinting knife. Her eyes bled and the crimson liquid spurted from every tiny cut on her body. He wanted to help, wanted to stop them. But nothing could be done. He was just too weak. The man holding him glanced down and laughed at the desperate expression on the boy’s young face.

            “Why are you doing this?” Zenith almost pleaded, he eyed the knife at the man’s hip, but managed to pull off the look as a scared glance.

            “Why would I tell you?”

            “I’m going to die, right? At least tell me why…” He stared up into the man’s eyes, the only part of him showing, they were deep blue with specks of hazel dotted around them. Seeing where Zenith was looking he shoved a huge hand into his pocket and pushed a pair of mirrored sunglasses over his eyes. 


The girl’s screams continued, grating on the black haired boy’s nerves. He was getting more scared as the seconds past. It was him next. He knew it. Though whilst training to become what he was he’d gone through torcher training, and could go without making a sound for a good long time, the experience was never a pleasant one. Also when he’d gone through the training Xyliar had been watching over, so if they went further than she’d go then she’d punish them (usually by slicing off hands and feet), though the furthest she’d go was extremely far so he didn’t really miss much.

            “Please stop!” The girl shrieked, her scarlet stained hair slapping around her face and leaving red on her already bloody face. All that came was a scornful laugh, and the person continued.


“Okay, I’ll tell you, kid, but it’ll be me who ends your life.” The mask shifted, making it clear the man was grinning. “We are a specialised group that punishes people who’ve done wrong; in this case we take their children and record them as they die so their parents watch. It’s great fun!” Disgust etched its way into Zenith’s head, and he looked up again at the man. But to honest Zenith thought the idea of the group was rather dull, after all when you’re a demon hunter every organisation seemed boring. He pretended to look terrified at the very idea and forced himself to tremble. The situation was becoming less and less scary. His mind was clearing and he was beginning to think up a plan.

            “But wait… I’m an orphan…”




“Yes, I’ve heard that lots of children have been going missing. My neighbour says he keeps hearing screams from that warehouse over there, but when the police got there it was apparently empty…” The man clutched his young daughter in a vice like grip.

            “Daddy that hurts!” She wailed, but was ignored, her fingers being crushed by his short stubby ones.

            “You should stay away from there, a young girl like you.” He didn’t know but at those words Xyliar reached into her coat and laid a hand on her katanas hilt.

            “You’d be surprised at what I can do.” She hissed at him.

            “Ha! I’m hardly going to let you go there.” He reached out in a quick dart and grasped her arm tightly. “Come on, I’ll call your parents.” He began to drag Xyliar along, but was stopped as he saw the flash of silver from inside her black coat. Freezing he gestured. “What have you got there?” A smile stretched across the girls face.

            “You really want to know, look.” She pulled the hem aside and revealed the assortment of about thirty weapons there. “I told you that you’d be surprised. Now if you touch me again I swear to god you won’t even have a hand to crush your daughters fingers.” He glanced down at his child, who was beginning to tear up.

            “Daddy?” She pleaded. He let go and stared at her reddened fingers.

            “I’m sorry, Harriett…” But he never got to receive his daughter’s thanks because Xyliar had buried a dagger into his ribs.

            “Never touch me.” She said coldly, ignoring the girls screaming…


The abandoned building showed small signs of life there, faint foot prints, drag marks along the floor. The faint sound of screaming floated towards her, it was a boy’s screams.

            From inside one of her many pockets Xyliar pulled a gun, split into three pieces. A sniper gun. It wasn’t just katana’s and daggers she could use.

            A window hung open three stories up, a bricked wall leading up to. She quickly darted up it with the grace and agility of a cat, never even coming close to dropping the gun in her right hand. Slipping through the window, Xyliar peered around. The room was empty, but the screams had grown louder, clearly coming from far below ground.

            It was time to save her brother.  

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