Hunter vs. The Hunted

Run, Little Girl, Run

 I survey the lineup of bots, each handmade by me; with one sole purpose in mind.

To catch that damned girl.

That little brat made a fool of me once, but never again. I will hunt her down, even if it kills me. No matter what, Elliot Thomas will know to never mess with James Parker ever again.

I would love to see her pathetic self on her knees, begging for me to spare her. I smile just at the thought.

I trust these bots will do their job in finding her, and they'll eliminate anyone who stands in the way. However, I know Thomas won't flushed out so easily. She's craftier than she seems. I'll need to lure her out with bait.

My smile grows wider; Johnson and Koms will take care of that. Thomas would never be able to resist saving her dearest companion. It's her fatal flaw; her weakness. I lift the speaker to my mouth.

"Bring her in, boys."

I chuckle when I see the redhead between them, her head slumped over. Maybe they're not as incompetent as I thought. I might even give them a raise.

If I paid them that is.

I stride over to them to examine the girl. I want to see her hopeless expression for myself. She knows that Thomas would stop at nothing to save any of her allies.

Even at the cost of her very life.

I tilt her her slumped chin upwards with my hand, and what do I see? Closed eyes; a tiny puncture wound against the pale skin of her neck. I arch my eyebrow at the two men in front of me, but they both look down immediately, avoiding eye contact.

"...Sorry Boss, she's one hell of a fighter. 'Had to put her under," Johnson mutters, hands twitching nervously.

"You... you idiots! You're no better than pond scum! Tch, you can't even get ahold of a single girl without needing sedatives... You get nothing, and I mean nothing right!" I shout at them in frustration. They should have known better than to piss me off like this.

"Sorry, boss—"

"Leave. Just leave me be."

I watch the two hastily scurry out of the room.

Those buffoons can't do anything according to my plans...

No matter — I still have Manx, so this event is no different than an ant: insignificant and unworthy of my time.

So you better run Thomas. Run little girl, run. You know what, give me a good chase, why don't you?

"Go, my creations! Go! Find Elliot Thomas, bring her back to me — alive! Hell, I don't care if you have to batter her up a bit, just get her here alive!"

I watch my precious bots take off, two-hundred, thirty six thousand of them. Every single one took months, no, years of work and sacrifice.

This will all be worth it.

You better sleep with one eye open Elliot Thomas. Because I'm coming for you. It's all but a matter of time until I find you, you loathsome brat.

I'll have Thomas, and I'll have my sweet revenge. It's all but a matter of time...

I stare at the crumpled figure of Ginger Manx again, and I smirk in triumph.

All but a matter of time.