The Shadow Corps: Hunted

Prologue

"Please, just leave me alone!", she said as she crawled backwards away from the strange shadowy man looming before her. She backed further into the small alley way, wincing in pain every time she moved. She had one arm wrapped around the side of her chest, applying pressure to a wound. She whimpered as he drew closer, knives in hand. She glanced frantically around her and saw a rock on the ground. She reached out with her arm to grab it to grab it. As she moved her arm to grab the rock, her wound was revealed to the man. The cut started at her waist and ended just below her armpit on the right side of her stomach.. Her left side was caked in blood, and more seeped out from the wound. As soon as she moved her arm, a surge of blood gushed out of the cut. She screamed in pain, dropping the rock and moving both her hands to her side, trying apply as much pressure as possible. The man chuckled, congratulating himself on his good work. He stepped into the shadows and into a small shaft of light from a nearby lamppost. He was wearing a black button down shirt, black jeans and a blood red bowtie. A back pack was strapped across his back, and a small pouch hung off the side of his belt. He continued to walk towards the little girl.
"Little girl," he said softly, "you don't know what you are but I do, and I know what you can become. You must be stopped. "
The girl stared at him, dumbfounded. He smiled and slid the knives back into his backpack. After putting his knives away, he rummaged around a bit longer and pulled out a small, fancy pistol. It was sleek and black, with red swirls decorating the barrel. He slid the clip out and continued to stare at the girl, looking her over, trying to find signs of something. From the pouch at his waist, he pulled out a few strange looking bullets. They were gold and had 10 small blood red spikes sticking out of them. He slid 10 of them into the clip and then loaded the gun. He raised his arm, pointing the gun directly at the girl's chest, arm completely steady. The girl started to scream, but the high pitched noise was quickly covered up by 5 explosive gunshots. Blood flew through the air, splattering the walls and the man's face. A small grin shot across his face as the girl laid unmoving on the ground. He turned around and began to walk away through the shadows he had come from. He pulled two leather gloves out of his jacket pocket and slid them onto his hands. He raised his hand to his face and wiped off the specks of blood. Behind him he heard a springing noise. He looked back and saw metal cords sticking out of the girl. They were covered in blood and s were coming from the bullet wounds in her chest. There were 50 of them in total. He followed the strings up and gazed at the small spikes embedded into the wall of the alley. The prototype worked better than he ever could have imagined. He smiled. Not only did he kill the demon, but his idea worked. Bullets that would shoot spikes out from inside the body, damaging the organs and pinning the victim in place after the chords shit into any surfaces around them. He turned around and began to walk away once more, but he was once again stopped by strange noises coming from behind him. They sounded like a combination of growls and painful moans. He spun around, gun in hand once more, a shaky hand pointing at her. The girl shifted and one of her arms lifted and started to pull on the cords. She lifted herself up and looked right at him. He jumped back, startled. He shook madly as he stared in horror. Her face... the flesh was torn and bloody and her eyes looked as though they had been shoved in a blender. Bones stuck out of the rest of her body at strange angles. The wound on the side of her chest had opened more and maggots swarmed around its edges. He could see her shattered ribs and her punctured lungs. She screamed and a mist of blood sprayed out of her mouth. She was standing up fully now and was staring right at him. She put one foot forward and started to run at him. He screamed and began to shoot wildly at the small girl. Blood splattered everywhere as they made contact with her mangled body. She leapt at him, but just as she was about to hit him, she was jerked backwards by the chords. she screamed and clawed at him, but with no avail. She was being held back like a dog on a leash. Only there were 50 leashes. The man started to laugh.
"Well," he said, "that was a close one. You really had me scared for a second. well, looks like I win this ti-"
There was a springing sound as the bullets he had just fired activated. The spikes on them exploded out of her body, connecting to the walls of the small alley they stood in. The man was shocked. He tried to talk, but suddenly he felt a exploding sensation of pain. He looked down and saw that one of the spikes had embedded itself in his throat. He started to fall, his knees buckling below him. Choking on his own blood, he hit the ground with a thud. He felt the cord tense up and strain as he was jerked forward. The girl was dragging him across the dirty ground. He opened his eyes and saw her right above him. Her mangled eyes stared at him for a moment. She let out a blood curdling scream and began to rip into him. More blood splattered across the already stained wall as she began shoving different parts from his stomach into her mouth, feeding on his dead corpse.