Life of hybrids

A Hybrid fight.

What was actually three or four minutes felt like barely even thirty seconds. As I fight for my life, with most of the fight not even using the weapons in our hand but our hands themselves. The man was very durable in a fight taking my punches left, right and centre though with a possibility that he had been drinking, I could smell it and the pungent odder engulfed him as his fatigue slowly gives way to my barrage of fists, though getting a bit caught in the moment I had stabbed him in the chest followed by many slashes. He then dropped to the ground stone cold dead and still bleeding out. I called the police and ran leave no trace that I was even there,though cctv would have caught the whole thing the reason I reckoned to myself that he got out here with that dagger is because the cameras in this sector where down due to maintenance and that most of them were being replaced after they had been shot out.

This still didn't make me feel better about killing someone. And will haunt me for a fair while. I then told myself "It was out of self defence, there would of been not other choice. He could of killed you." Making me wonder why it is he had started the fight in the first place I continued to ponder while sat on the roof of a small apartment building, music blaring from one floor yelling from a few streets down. As I looked around I saw a group of figures that had been covered of the city news. They seemed to of had glowing neon lights going around their bodies then disappeared with them into the darkness of most of one of the many city parks. They were poorly light sometimes being only lit up near cafés to make it look safe but sometimes they are just as dangerous if not more than the alleyways here.

I kept a close eye on the group as a few roamers about a small group of vigilantes going about and I was curious of what has been going on. As  the night is still young as though I have nothing better to do, so being as curious I was I followed. Soon to realise  a horrific reminder of why a war started a long while ago between the two races.

Hidden among the trees I tail the group of what seemingly was mostly humans to there alertness was not as fine tuned as mine. Some how the rustling of leaves and branches hadn't made them consider if they were being followed, which is kinda stupid of them as they were. Not only by me but by a small gang. Now i've seen this gang around recently so likely new on the scene they would be likely to attack at night as more vulnerable targets would be present.

I managed to spot two among the dark with baseball bats and had indicated to move up and attack the group I had been following here. One of them had incompetently tripped over and dropped the bat alerting the group in the gently glowing suits. Now was my time. I dropped down as the last armed person swings, catching it only just before impacting me instead of their original target. Shocked they stumbled back as a grunt slips out of their throat. "How did you do that?!" He growled at me thinking he could intimidate me as a last ditch effort to get me away, I couldn't see his expression so it was kind of hard but his tone made him sound older than I was.

The only thought that went through my mind. "This better not end how it did earlier." With a unfamiliar voice approach me he sighed "ah shit.. here we go again! And looky what we got here boys. It's one of those hybrid pieces of shit.. a woman at that." Evilly grinning.