Snippet #2385513

" Dammit! " he slammed his fist against the brick wall that hindered his progression. knuckles were as white as bones and the color had all but drained from his face entirely from exhaustion as he realized, there was no escape, this was the end of the road for he had been fool enough to run right into a dead end. He'd known this place like the back of his hands and still he had allowed panic and fear to ultimately blind him at a most critical time. His chest which had formally been rising and falling rapidly with panicked breaths, froze at the sound of footsteps behind him.

" run out of places to hide? "

His words were thick with an unmistakably Russian accent that made him sound all the more formidable. As he began to turn to face the dark figure at the end of the ally, silhouetted by the dim light of street lights he realized his knees were shaking and his breath had stopped; fear gripped his heart, fear that he had never felt before in all his life. But why was he afraid? Everything was backwards; He shouldn't be running from this man, this man should be running from him, should be fearing him not the other way around. Something inside him snapped and his fear was replaced suddenly by anger at the outrage " I am the hunter and they are they prey " he began to mutter to himself over and over again as his chest began to rise and fall with much greater haste than before. His eyes became a luminous yellow color and he could feel the change from deep within himself. His bones began to snap and stretch beneath skin and muscle that also thickened and grew rapidly as his entire self became to transform into a creature meant to be the perfect killing machines. This was not where he would die.

He reared back his ugly head which now had the makings of a disfigured snout forming where his mouth and nose should be and he charged with reckless abandon at the figure, who inexplicably remained otherwise entirely stoic. That was fine by him. by the time he reached the man he would be fully transformed and would tear his fragile human body limb from limb and feast on his innards. However he never made if half way before the man's hand swung upwards from it's former position at his side and only seconds later he felt the cold steel of 6 inch daggers penetrate his body and stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked down with a sickening expression that seemed to be an attempt to form a smile.

" To think only moments ago I was afraid for my life. Ha! If that's the best you can do your as good as d- " the slurred speech of a man transforming into a speechless monster was cut off when he took notice of something very peculiar. Usually the healing would be relatively instantaneous, the daggers would have been forced out of his body as the flesh repaired itself. Instead he could feel a coldness spreading through his body, the points of origin being the three daggers in his chest he could see his skin slowly crumbling away.

" What kind of trick is this?! " he shouted as he looked up expected to be eye to eye with the dark figure; Instead he found himself staring down the darkness a hollow cylinder. By the time his mind registered that it was the barrel of a gun there was a click, then a bright flash and he was no more than chunks of brain matter and ash scattered about the ground, a mural dull grey and brilliant red.

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The dark figure, who's fuzzy hat was pulled down and casting shadows over his face, lifted the hand to his mouth that wasn't holding the shotgun that he now held at his side and he spoke into his wrist. To be more precise he spoke into a device worn around his wrist that served as a two way radio. " Mr.Black reporting in. The beast is finished, my mission is complete ".

For several moments he stood there in silence waiting for a reply and he just about to begin worrying when he heard the device beep, indicating someone on the other side was about to speak " Well done comrade Black, I trust the chemical performed flawlessly yet again" The voice continued without waiting for an actual answer " Report back to headquarters immediately, a new mission awaits your return. Do not worry about the clean up, someone has been dispatched to take care of it, we need you back here as soon as possible. This can't wait..."