Catch Me If You Can

Chapter One: Meet The Beasts

    A/N: Hey, guys. I've decided to write a new story whos plot came to me in science class ! Haha. it's actually a bit violent for my taste, but it's a nice change in writing for me. If you have a weak stomache, you may not want to read it. But you should anyway :p I really like my main character in this story, she kind of reminds me of myself, haha. Anyway, i've warned you about the violence, so i am not held responsible for any spontanious combustions or heart attacks. Have fun reading this adventure, and as always,

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Chapter 1: Meet The Beasts

   Peering through blood-stained glass on my knees in the frigid cold. Is this what it had come to? The wing lifted my long waves, causing a shutter to rocket down my spine. A whimper sounded from inside. I couldn’t do it.  So what if it caused havoc to reign on me? If I did as asked it would make me just as bad as them. I tugged my toboggan down over my wild chestnut hair, then tightened my grip on the dagger.

    I shove my hand inside my pocket and paint on a twisted, pleased grin. All for show. All for show. I repeat this in my mind. Not again! No, I would never the demented deed again. How could I have done it all those other times? Well that was a different circumstance all together. I had a duty, and that was to protect her. That was why I was in this predicament now. I’d do anything and risk everything to keep her safe. So that’s what I stuck to.

    So torture weapon in hand, I sauntered in. Thus being greeted by the smell of fear. The smell they craved, and desired with a never ending burning passion. The smell that made them who they are. The smell that made me want to vomit and cry. The beasts smiled at me. Vultures. I thought. Hungry, nasty, filthy vultures. Though of course their physical form wasn’t beast, no, that for was brought out when torture began. Right now, they were dressed as men. Mere mortals. Which sickened and bruised me to the core because now I couldn’t even look at a human body and feel some distant twinge of comfort.

    But these beasts liked me. Oh, they liked me so. Enjoyed my presence. Enjoyed what a hard-ass I was, not a push-over. Not a weakling. Not afraid to stand up to them, unlike the rest of my spineless kind. No they weren’t spineless! I scolded myself. They are human. But to these beasts I should feel honored. Honored to be a torturer, and not a victim. But the way I saw it I had the shit end of the stick. My part was the most grueling, most miserable. And every fiber of my being screamed and groaned to either run away now or follow direct orders. That was the easy way, but not the best way. I knew what had to be done, and right now, that was to man up and play along.

    “Evening, boys” I purred and winked at the closest beast. I strutted my way to an unrecognizable torture device laying my hand down on the cold, wet metal. I ran my hand up my side in an attempt at seduction. Attempt success. It was definitely noticed. Of course it did. I was dressed in skin tight black leather shorts, spiked jet black stiletto heels and a cleavage bearing tight candy apple red cami. Give them what they want… Needless to say I was not dressed for winter .

    “Hellllllllooooo, Kenah” they hiss-purred in unison. Unitan, one of the beasts in a younger meant-suit, probably about nineteen, walked up to me. He took my hand, and lain it upon his chest. I snatched it back and slapped him. Anger mixed with desire brewed in his eyes. “Kenahhhhhh, baby,” he said, dragging out the “H” in my name. “Don’t you wanna playyy?” I grimaced. That goddamn hiss erked me so bad! But I smiled, and did an act of thoughtful thinking for a moment.