The Tale of Z

A Demo?

Just a reminder...
This story is a small idea that I've had swirling around my brain for a couple years. I decided to test it out on Wattpad before I create the rest. I hope you enjoy!

It was a cool autumn evening in San Francisco. The birds were chirping. Bees were buzzing. I sat on a steel bench, watching a couple have tea. The tall blond woman was well dressed in a flowery blue dress, sitting outside a cafe across the street. The man that was with her was enthralled. His eyes wouldn’t leave her as he sighed blissfully. I swear I could see the drool running down his chin. I was immediately grossed out. I always hated these types of assignments. Also, Mistress never told me  who I was hunting, as she always forgets to do. When she stood, I sighed and readied the dagger inside my overcoat. As she walked away, the middle aged man followed, walking about as if he were in a trance. I quietly stalked her, treading silently across the street. She brought him into an alleyway, filled with the disgustingly sweet smell of rot. I had my trusty crucifix dagger in my right hand as I slowly crept forward. She turned quickly, striking her prey in the chest with her knife-like nails. He only let out a surprised moan as she tore him open, shredding him apart while eating him in an ancient dance of ravenous death. Within a couple minutes, there was only a pile of blood-soaked on the concrete in front of her.

“Shit!”, I muttered springing forward. I lunged at the Shredder, bringing the knife around to her throat. She hissed and ducked rolling out of the way while shooting poisonous spines from her fingertips. I staggered backwards from the force of the needles stabbing my chest and landed on my back. Its real form stood before me, with its hideous spiked hands and tail. With a disgusting crack, the creature’s legs began to bend at odd angles into raptor-like legs that were bent backwards. Jumping back to my feet, I ripped out the spikes in my chest with a grunt. I threw them on the ground angrily, sheathing my dagger and throwing off my muddy, ruined overcoat.

“I’ll give you props, you definitely got me good with those spikes. You must practice.” I said, brushing the dust off of my vest. “But the problem with you White Glass Shredders is that you tend to have very weak spines.”

I sprinted towards her, flinging a Dremore Dust pouch at her face while unsheathing the knife again. Once the powder came in contact with her, sparks flew and dark purple fire enveloped her face. Shrieking in pain, she clawed at her face, creating a sound similar to nails on a chalkboard. I leaped, bounding off a wall to land a kick into the small of her back. With a crunch of glass, she folded in half, exploding and dissolving into a cold puddle of powdered crystals and blue gas. I gathered the remains quickly into a leather pouch inscribed with ancient warding sigils. I ran, grabbing my coat and stepping out of the alley. I gently set the pouch into a knapsack. I sprinted across the street to take the bus. While the bus ride was rather monster free, I wouldn’t stop getting looks from people. I started to get annoyed when I realized there was a chunk of debris from the explosion sticking out of my chest. I sighed and pulled it out of my chest, which made the older woman across from me faint.

“Hey! Can someone call an ambulance for this lady?” I said, ringing the bell to get off of the bus. After stepping off of the bus, I looked at the apartment that I had been living in for a month so far. This new life was so weird. The old apartment was a bit rundown, but great for a monster hunting monster to hang out. Opening the door my nose was flooded with the scent of cats and ramen, which had always filled the apartment. Throwing the knapsack onto the couch, I sat next to it, looking around worn room. There were random posters everywhere. Some anime, while others were just those inspirational ones with cats doing pull ups or other things. The coach was coated in hair, to my disgust. I stood immediately dusting the fur off my work clothes. A fresh pot of ramen was boiling over on the counter.

“Mistress! How many times do I have to tell you to watch the noodles when they’re boiling!”, I yelled. Grabbing the pot, I dumped the scalding water down the sink, which was full of dirty pans and crusty dishes. While pouring the seasoning into the dish, I tossed in some butter to separate the noodles. After clearing off the table, setting the table, and washing the nasty dishes, I was ready to wake the Mistress. Stepping into her room, I waded through the field of cats until I was beside her bed. Her dyed red hair was frizzy from sleeping all day, and her “I HEART SAN FRAN!” sweater was all she wore other than her undies.

“Hey, Mistress.” I said, poking her side. She giggled in response and rolled over.

“Oh! Oh my! Don’t stop, please!”, she mumbled in her sleep with a pervy grin. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. She was probably reading too much Thor fanfiction before bed again. This time I rolled her over to face me and touched her lips with my index finger. She immediately jumped up, her eyes glowing with a menacing purple hue.

“NO ONE SHALL TAINT MY LIPS WITH ANYTHING UNTIL THEY TOUCH MY DREAM MAN’S ABS!!!”, she screamed, casting a violet fireball at the door of her room. The whole flat shuddered as the spell blasted the door off its hinges. She stood there panting, her shoulders heaving up and down, with her arms curled up like an angry, SMUT fueled gorilla.

“Time for dinner, Mistress.”, I stated blandly, unperturbed by her magical rage.

“Ohhh! Why didn’t you say so?!”, she squealed in delight. She quickly bounced off the bed and ran into the kitchen with her arms waving above her head. I swear, it’s like she’s still a teenager, I thought with a sigh.

The Real Story Begins.

Soon-ish...

Maybe...