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.


1. The beginning

The light footsteps followed behind almost silently. Almost like they weren’t even present in the blackness. The only give away was the slight patter of their heeled boots. A hunter will not lose its prey. That is not the way of the world. If you are chosen you die.

                They shifted their weight slightly as the stalked figure came to a stop. Why couldn’t it just be unknowing? It would be better for the world if they could not sense the presence walking behind them.  Like a shadow. Hunting. Waiting. Watching for a weakness. The chance came and a blur of black shot out of the darkness, drawing the long katana at its hip.

                It was over in seconds. Red splattered the pure white ground with an elegant arc through the dense air. The moment the sword cut through skin the denseness vanished, leaving the strong odour of burning flesh. The hallway burst with golden light and the stalked creature disappeared in a blanket of flames.

                The hunter sighed and whipped their brow carefully. It was always hard after a long chase. Staying so still. So silent, really put a strain on the senses. But it wasn’t over yet. It was never over. Never… 

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