07-19-2023, 10:55 AM
Cold Hard Justice
2042
His father had been dead two weeks. Life went on. He and Aurora were at each other's throats. It wasn't grief that tore at them. Nox didn't care his father was dead. He didn't want to become like him. Didn't want to take the cowards way out -- dying in a pool of your own vomit. Great fucking way to die.
Aurora didn't want to hunt. Said they didn't have to. What else were they going to do? They'd been trained from nearly birth to do this fucking job. What else was there? She said anything -- anything at all. Isn't there something you'd like to do, she asked him.
He wanted to hunt. That's what he wanted to do.
And when she refused to go after the possible dreyken attacks he went without her. It'd been two days of tracking and hunting alone. It was nice. Quiet. He didn't have a nagging blond following him around. But he didn't have the other half of his heart -- the one that cared about things, the one that kept him from doing stupid shit. He didn't have Aurora in his ear taunting him and making him smile. It'd been two days he hadn't heard her voice jabbing at him for some look he gave a guy, or the lack of acknowledgement when that woman checked out his ass. He noticed. Just didn't care.
Nox was finally on the bastards trail and all he could think about was his sister. Two fucking days and he was already missing her. He'd call her after he killed the dreyken.
A woman's scream from a nearby alley drew Nox in that direction. He expected to find the long daggers dripping the woman dry before diving in with its long tongue to drink, but instead he found two men tearing at the clothes of a prone woman. She was pretty, had curves for days, and was wearing next to nothing but instead of just pushing up her skimpy ass skirt they were tearing at her clothes like animals.
Nox shouted. "Get away from her."
He looked around for cameras. He'd been avoiding them all night as he skulked through the city streets -- just like Uncle Jake taught them. The men darted down the alley and Nox chased after.
One went one way down the alley and the other down a shorter path to a gated yard just beyond. Nox followed the latter and trapped the guy between him and the ten foot fence with barbed wire circling the top. He wasn't going anywhere.
"Seems like you are having a bad night."
The man rushed him. Nox let him. He pulled the knife from his belt and sliced at the neck when he drew near. Nox used the knife three more times as if a dreyken had slashed at the body with a singular blade. It wasn't a common MO of their kind, usually three slashes in one direction, then the other, but sometimes they toyed with their victims, kept them alive, bleed them slowly. Usually only after taking them to their lair, but the authorities don't really know that.
The guy stared at him as he bleed out. Nox watched with a cold distance, he imagined if that had been his sister. If Aurora was the one these thugs had been attempting to defile. This was better than they deserved. The only regret Nox had was that he couldn't kill the other one. Fucking bastards!
Nox called Aurora as soon as he was away from the now cold dead body. "We need to leave." He didn't explain. Didn't add words before hanging up. He'd explain it all later when he had her safely away from this fucking shit.
2042
His father had been dead two weeks. Life went on. He and Aurora were at each other's throats. It wasn't grief that tore at them. Nox didn't care his father was dead. He didn't want to become like him. Didn't want to take the cowards way out -- dying in a pool of your own vomit. Great fucking way to die.
Aurora didn't want to hunt. Said they didn't have to. What else were they going to do? They'd been trained from nearly birth to do this fucking job. What else was there? She said anything -- anything at all. Isn't there something you'd like to do, she asked him.
He wanted to hunt. That's what he wanted to do.
And when she refused to go after the possible dreyken attacks he went without her. It'd been two days of tracking and hunting alone. It was nice. Quiet. He didn't have a nagging blond following him around. But he didn't have the other half of his heart -- the one that cared about things, the one that kept him from doing stupid shit. He didn't have Aurora in his ear taunting him and making him smile. It'd been two days he hadn't heard her voice jabbing at him for some look he gave a guy, or the lack of acknowledgement when that woman checked out his ass. He noticed. Just didn't care.
Nox was finally on the bastards trail and all he could think about was his sister. Two fucking days and he was already missing her. He'd call her after he killed the dreyken.
A woman's scream from a nearby alley drew Nox in that direction. He expected to find the long daggers dripping the woman dry before diving in with its long tongue to drink, but instead he found two men tearing at the clothes of a prone woman. She was pretty, had curves for days, and was wearing next to nothing but instead of just pushing up her skimpy ass skirt they were tearing at her clothes like animals.
Nox shouted. "Get away from her."
He looked around for cameras. He'd been avoiding them all night as he skulked through the city streets -- just like Uncle Jake taught them. The men darted down the alley and Nox chased after.
One went one way down the alley and the other down a shorter path to a gated yard just beyond. Nox followed the latter and trapped the guy between him and the ten foot fence with barbed wire circling the top. He wasn't going anywhere.
"Seems like you are having a bad night."
The man rushed him. Nox let him. He pulled the knife from his belt and sliced at the neck when he drew near. Nox used the knife three more times as if a dreyken had slashed at the body with a singular blade. It wasn't a common MO of their kind, usually three slashes in one direction, then the other, but sometimes they toyed with their victims, kept them alive, bleed them slowly. Usually only after taking them to their lair, but the authorities don't really know that.
The guy stared at him as he bleed out. Nox watched with a cold distance, he imagined if that had been his sister. If Aurora was the one these thugs had been attempting to defile. This was better than they deserved. The only regret Nox had was that he couldn't kill the other one. Fucking bastards!
Nox called Aurora as soon as he was away from the now cold dead body. "We need to leave." He didn't explain. Didn't add words before hanging up. He'd explain it all later when he had her safely away from this fucking shit.
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