Snippet #1528285

Lep sat, watching his trap, waiting for his prey. Granted, it was not a complicated trap, nor was it meant to be; it was just meant to expose his prey. He had heard rumors that this creature, this 'Takor' thing, could turn invisible. Invisibility would be worthless if covered in white paint. Then the chase could begin, and, at least hopefully, ten million dollars would be his.

Ten million big ones...unlike some hunters, Lep saw the money as more then a use for women and a lavish lifestyle. Those ten million would be used to hide his secret; to hide that which would shun him.

Lep began to fall asleep, the Impaler Mark II by his side. The handgun, which was much larger than that of a normal hand-held gun, was much too big to be a legal handgun; and, indeed, it wasn't. Hence why he had made it himself. After all, if a man can handle a five-barrelled, five-trigger gun, there wasn't a gun in the world he couldn't operate.

Lep's head snapped as he heard a noise, the gun following suit. Nothing but a small white rabbit. Lep sighed, then laughed, imagining how it would have turned out if he had fired. There would not even be a rabbit left; maybe a foot, if anything. He put away the monster of a gun to pull the much tamer AK-47 from off his shoulder. He laid the timeless gun across his lap and waited.