Hey all, This is my second story going up and i hope you enjoy it. I just started writing without knowing where this is going to lead me.
Post and comment, tell me what you think of the 1st chapter!
AN.
Chapter one:
There is nothing i like better than Blood and Chocolate in the morning.
Not what you'r thinking, I'm talking about drinking the Chocolate, hot and creamy while splattering the blood. For most this would already be a turn-off but for me, well what can i say? Its become my daily bread and butter. I know, i know, it paints a weird picture but that is what my life is like. Me; 5 foot 5, a short Black bob and eyes of a green lime which i inherited from my french grandmother, which always strongly reminded me of cat eyes. And althought I always tell myself i look tough as nails, i know the truth! I'm too short to be intimidating and although i do have a menacing 'Eat shit!' glare, it does'nt save off most assholes. I was just finishing up the last job for the night when my phone rang.
" What!" I snapped.
" Well, Good morning to you too sunshine." I hear from the end of the line.
" It's 5 in the morning and i'm freezing my ass off, not to mention i just wasted my favorite knife. Let's get this over with shall we, what do you want!"
" You take all the fun out of my monday morning calls, you know that?"
" Live with it! I do, so what you want andy? I was almost finished when you called." The lump on the floor at my feet starts to move and renews my attention. HUH! still alive i guess, well not for long anyways. I just hated it when the dead couldnt just stay dead!
" You've just been assigned another mission, by the looks of it, it'll be a long case."
" Didnt i already say i wouldnt take them anymore, the one hunt was more than enough. Search and destroy are more my thing."
" Seems like this came from higher up, The Boss Could'nt say no i guess, otherwise you know she wouldnt have given this to you."
Yeah i knew, thats what scared me. Martha otherwise known as The Boss gave out the jobs according to those who would do them best aka giving the jobs to those who liked doing them. Having a job pushed onto one was never a good sign. But then again i wasnt sure what i liked best. It had been an odd few years since i'd waken up from a coma and the world such as i'd known it had ceased to exist. Most days i still believed i was dreaming and that i would wake up some day soon but so far no luck.
" ....lia! you hear me?....Dahlia" Andy shouted from the phone.
I had to pull it slightly away, the volume of that shout had hurt my ears, i still couldnt regulate my hearing like most of my colleagues could but then again compared to them i was still an infant.
" What? No sorry didnt get that, what you say?" I was so distracted that i reacted too late to the sudden surge from underneath my right foot.
Landing with an inelegant Ack on my rump, the thing that used to be human and now just looked like so much meat scrabbled off ino the darkest corner it could find, though that wouldnt be helping it anything. Even in almost total darkness my eye-sight had become near perfect, Dont ask me how i didnt know either. Something to do with a change in my DNA or whatnot.
Huffing out a long breath, i pulled the small black phone back to my ear. " call you back in a few." and hung up.
I walked towards the moving form in the shadows, " Heeere... bloody mess bloody mess bloody mess." much like calling a cat it didnt listen to me, well neither would a cat, never liked the fickel creatures anyway. It's head fell back at an unnatural angle, the white eye-sockets now red from the beating i'd giving it, but to my defence it had wanted to eat me first. A girls gotta protect herself.
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Another Me
FantasyI woke to a world changed. Not knowing who i was, i was given the name Dahlia. My city showed a face that was darker and more deadly than i had ever known. Now i am a hunter, reborn to a third family that has taken me in and taught me how to survive...