The Good, The Bad, The Hunted

Chapter 1:

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I gaze at her from afar. Her chestnut brown hair flows like silk in the wind and her smile was something of magic. Though she was only 8 it was undeniable that she would grow up to be gorgeous.

Now, before you point the finger and take your rape whistle out, I mean this in the kindest most NON-pedophile way possible.

I am sitting on a bench in the playground completely alone tapping my feet to an unheard beat while I watched her, while I watched perfection.

I see that rape whistle, put it away.

I pull my hood down lower and stick my hands deeper in my pockets. It is a cloudy and I was still feeling some affects of the day. The burning sun peaked out from the clouds sending a chill of fear tingling down my spine.

Quickly, I jump from my spot on the green bench and duck under a large play structure. I quietly back up underneath the climbing wall. Feeling my way to the most shaded part of the area. Suddenly my hand landed on something soft and hairy.

"Owe."

I look behind me to see the girl. Her dimples still shown prominently even when she wasn't smiling. Her large green eyes were shining, giving a special sort of light to the darkest spot on the playground.

"S-sorry." I say backing up the other way. I had obviously hurt her. My touch isn't exactly good for humans. Even a slight brush of my fingertips can send a person into painful spasms. Which is why this girl is so peculiar. She doesn't feel. She's numb.

"It's ok. I forgive you." She said smiling brightly. "I'm Khloe. What's your name?"

I shook my head chuckling. Humans are so silly and trusting. Have I had any bad intentions, this poor girl could have gotten herself killed.

"Cazzige. My names Cazzige." I say hesitantly putting out my hand.

It's not uncommon for a human to withstand some contact from my kind. But rarely can they withstand anything else.

She took my hand as if it was anyone else's and shook it forcefully. "That's a weird name. But it's sounds really cool."

I smile. "My friends call me Cazz." Friends is a bit of an over statement. We work side by side with each other. Each of us is willing to risk our well being for one another, but that's in the job description. If we had a choice, nearly all of us would flee and never look back if one of us was in danger.

The girl's smile fell. "Are we friends?" Her brilliant green eyes turned into a light grey. Interesting.

"Do...Do you want to be?" I ask hesitantly stumbling over my words. Your human language is so difficult to speak as you use more of your mouth then your tongue. Our language is much more demanding of the tongue, I know of one who speaks our language with their mouth shut.

Her face lit up once more and she grabbed a hold of my waist bringing me into a giant hug. I'm taken aback. This is completely unheard of; I need to tell this to my leader later. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes. I can't wait until I tell Samantha that I have a friend that has a cool name!"

I groan. Samantha is one of the friends that I was assigned to look into. Since we knew Khloe was special, we had to know if any of her friends were as well. After 2 months of temper tantrums, brat attacks and her acting like a stubborn child, I was told to stop watching her, as she clearly wasn't worth our time.

"Khloe? Khloe where are you?" I hear from behind us. The crunch of the wood chips beneath their feet indicates their proximity from our position.

Khloe drops her arms from around my waist and quickly stands by my side. I whip off my sunglasses to make it seem as non creepy as possible. Just as I pull off my hood a young woman, maybe in her mid twenties, rounds to our side of the rock wall.

"Khloe- oh hi." I guess the girl needs a bit of description. Her blonde hair was in loose waves behind her back, her cheekbones were extremely prominent but it was obvious she had them done. It was also pretty obvious that her chest and butt where larger than originally intended.

Why do humans do this to themselves? Do they not realize that they are all made the closest to perfection you can possibly be? Some humans who have altars done can pull it off, it's people like this who sport a plastic version of reality that piss me off.

"Hi." I mumble while pulling my black hair out of my eyes. I have been meaning to get it cut for a while now but who has the time when you're stalking peculiar children. Oh god I am a creep.

The girl bit her lip and looked at me the nastiest way possible.

"Ah hmm." Khloe said tugging on the girl's sweatshirt. "Mama Sydney what do you want?"

The girl rolled her eyes and pushed the girl off of her. I felt a gut wrenching pain in my stomach. The girl, Sydney, had hurt the child. It's my job to make sure she isn't hurt. If she is, my leader will suck my life force out of my body. This was his warning.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" I said suddenly out of pain.

Sydney whipped her head to my direction. Her eyes were mentally throwing daggers at me.

Clearly her opinion on me had changed in a matter of seconds, I won't be getting any freebies based on my looks anymore.

"I will treat my kid the way I want to. You're just some creep who talks to 8 year olds. How old are you anyways? 18?" She says. Each word she gets closer and closer to my face.

Panic rises in the pit of my stomach. If this lady touches me she may die. We already checked on her background, and she couldn't possibly be the reason of the girl's abilities.

"Hey? Are you listening to me? How old are you?" The woman is inches from my face and my back is up against the wall. I'm trapped.

"I'm 9. I mean 19." I answer. Shit. Human ages are the most difficult things I have ever had to master. My dimensions time goes slower than humans. In my world I'm 9.

"Oh so now you're pretending to be a child now? You're disgusting. I'm calling the cops." At disgusting she spit in my face. I wiped off the glob of spit on my cheek and wiped it on the rock wall.

"Don't." I say grinding my teeth. This petty woman is no longer any use of my time. Plus I was itching for a fight.

The woman pulled out her phone and began to call the police. I looked at Khloe. Her face was pale and she was wringing her hands with great strength. She caught my gaze and mouth "I'm sorry." Before fiddling with her hands once more.

"Hey." I whisper. Khloe looks up and once again meets my gaze.

I nod my head in the way of the parking lot. She can't see what I'm about to do. She will never think of me the same.

Khloe broke out into a smile and ran to the other side of the playground to the parking lot. With the rock wall providing me with enough coverage I can finally dispose of her without traumatizing the poor child.

"Khloe! Khloe come back here! Hello 911? I'd like to report a pedophile AHHH!" She dropped her phone as I lightly grab her arm towards me.

The sound of searing flesh could be heard if you listen closely over her screams. I drop her and a red imprint could be seen where I grabbed her.

I laughed and unsheathed my sword. "How about you and I," I put my sword in between her legs and lean on the handle. "Have a little fun."

End of Chapter 1

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