The Runaway Huntress

CHAPTER 2

Her hands reached for the syringe to pull it out.

      "Don't move." Everyone's on alert to shoot her, five guns on her head.

      Rolling her eyes. "Fine." She just needs a minute more to gain control of her body, the tranquillizer wouldn't do much in her system, her wolf blood would just fix it.

      "So, this is all a set up to catch me instead?" Starting a conversation to have some time to recover. Of course, she already knew the answer.

Then she suddenly felt a burning pain in her chest, her heart thumping so loud, hearing it. On all fours, a hand close to her heart, gasping for air.

      "W-What's happening to me?" She asked in gritted teeth.

      "You are one of them, a-aren't you?" He wants to confirm it. "It has affected you."

      Melisca can't look at them for she knows that her eyes had turned. And then slowly, the burning has calmed down, air can now flow freely in her lungs.

       She laughed, he got her worried there, but just for nothing. They gave her a look of a crazy woman. Raising her head, amused in their reactions.

       "What do you mean, them?"

      "H-how? Then you're just, normal. But--" Confused in his own thoughts.

       "--Sorry to disappoint." She cutted in.

       "Then great, you're not one of them. What can you do? How able are you as a hunter?"

       The questions are intriguing, it made her smirk, though they can't see because of her mask. Few strands of hair loosened from her tight bun, touching her face. "Depends on why you ask. Do you really want to find out?" In just one swift move, she held her bounty hostage. Everyone got surprised.

       "Now, are you willing to come with me, or are you coming with me? Either choice is fine." She clearly said. Not enjoying the situation anymore for the sun has risen. Anyone could witness them.

      "You've proven something. Take me then." He signalled for his people to lower their guns.

       It confused her. "Proven? What do you mean?"

       "You'll find out soon when you take me."

       Melisca noticed something's not right. He's not afraid of her, and what she just did, did not bother him. He's not even struggling to get free from her. "What's the situation, Gregor? Why are you saying these things? And how did you know me?"

      "I just know that you're an excellent bounty hunter and a great fighter."

      "What else? What do you know?" She asked, gritting her teeth and tightened her grip on him. He can't possibly know what she is, who she is.

      Raising both his arms like surrendering, "Easy, I-I can't b-breathe enough to t-talk." He really is gasping for air.

      Loosening her grip just enough for him live. "Talk." She commanded.

      "Can we have this somewhere else? Somewhere safe."

      He really is testing her patience.

      She's about to question him again when her senses picked up something else. Actually, it's not something, it is someone. The other half of her. Her senses all on alert, someone's approaching. She freed Greg and pushed him to his fellows. They caught him and help their boss up. "Go." She then pulled out the syringe and threw it on their feet. "Remember, that doesn't work on me."