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Project Draven
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Project Draven Draven, stalked the car park. He could smell his target somewhere in the building, but exactly where was annoyingly hard to pinpoint. It smelled like him everywhere. That greasy sweat and cornchip smell overlayed the scent of dust and a faint hint of oil. He started on the bottom floor dropping motion alarms as he went. "Who would think one stupid tech geek would be this hard to kill?" He growled to himself. Peter Terrence was a nobody hacker who'd spent far too much time looking where he shouldn't. Normally that wouldn't be the problem, but he'd Found project Draven, and when the government genetically engineers a super secret assassin, they want him to stay super secret. Peter had never once in his life managed to run a mile, he was out of shape, unless you considered pears to be slimming. He'd spent most of his time punching keyboards. In fact, the only fight he'd ever been in was when Marco Frizzoli stole his milk in the second grade, and he'd lost that one and had been sent home crying.... "I'm going to die." he groaned to himself. Draven jumped at the sound, the animal DNA He'd been altered with made him the perfect stalker. and he needed to put on a good show for his handlers. AS he sniffed the air he slid his scythe blades from the Forearm sheaths. Might as well make it a good show for them. "Peter.... Hiding will only make it sweeter when I find you!" He caught a whiff of the stinky boy in yet another corner of the building. How had this fat little bastard gotten his scent everywhere in the building so fast? It was like he was in every corner of the building at the same time, but he wasn't! Peter had been picked up in a non-descript van before he'd gotten too far into the documents. Apparently the government made a hunter prototype that tracks by scent, giant muscles and excellent senses. Immediately after discovering that much they'd taken him and dragged him in a hood, to this parking garage. the agent had tossed him a pistol with one shot and a combat knife and laughingly told him he had 5 minutes before project Draven came in here to kill him. The guards had then laughed and retreated to a safe distance. Peter was rather proud of himself for not wetting his pants right there. He'd run and now was hoping his hiding place would keep him safe. Draven stalked to the top level of the garage. this was beginning to annoy him. the boy smelled like he was on every floor, in the weirdest corners. He drop motion trackers along his path but none of them had gone off. He turned and started back down growling and scraping his blades in jagged scratch patterns in every place he smelled the boy. About half way down, this finally paid off, the boys fear became stronger. Draven smiled and laughed a horrid buzz saw of a cackle as the next scent wave hit him. Peter had wet himself. "boy come to me and I'll make it quick and painless. Stay out there and when I find you I will bleed you dry inch by painful inch." Peter heard the roaring man coming closer to his hiding spot, he could see the yellowish eyes and the overly long canines as he creature howled. He trembled and prayed the beast would not see him. Peter Knew there was only one way out of this, to evolve into the hunter. Online he was fearsome, but peter knew in real life he was a sheep. this beast ate sheep... the only way to elude it was to become a predator himself. Peter had no real life combat skills, in a fight he'd not last 6 seconds with that thing. his only option would be to force it into a trap, then hit it hard and fast. Draven caught a strong whiff of the boys urine stink. He howled in delight and quickly loped towards it. this hunt would soon be over... then Draven would be rewarded with his customary treats and company. the women didn't like him much, but they were paid enough, and Draven didn't care about their feelings anyway, only the pleasure he got from them. So what if they left a little bloody. Draven drew his mind back on track as he drew near the almost overpowering scent. He found the puddle, obviously the prey had lost control of his bladder here. He came close and began to search for the trail leading away from the puddle, but there was none. the boy HAD to be right here.... Peter trembled in his hiding space. He knew he'd have to evolve now or it would never happen, if he didn't act soon, the beast would find him and his life would be over. Peter would never find a girl that liked computer games, he'd never graduate college, and he'd never beat Skyrim... He nearly burst out laughing at the last bit of that, the idea that beating a video game was an important goal in his life seemed a little ludicrous now... He took a deep breath as quietly as he could and positioned himself for the attack, he was only going to get one shot at this and if he missed he was dead. God if he just wasn't so scared.... a single drop of sweat rolled to the end of his nose and dropped off. straight down, out of the main ventilation shaft, onto the back of the creature below him. "dammit! where are you?" howled Draven. the creature had to be right here, he could smell the thrice damned in every part of the building but it was strongest in this one spot. Then a single drop of water hit him in the back of the neck. He looked quickly up to see the fat nerd falling out of the vent above him. there was no grace to peters fall, in fact if Draven wasn't right there, the would likely break something. the beast nearly stepped out of the way, but then changed it's mind. instead it positioned itself to catch the boy on one of it's blades, not to kill him yet mind you, but just put one through the leg. He spotted the gun, aimed at an awful angle and unlikely to do anything more than nick him. Draven grinned showing all his awful teeth. he snatched the gun out of the boys hand and drove a forearm blade into the meat of the boys thigh to stop his fall. Peter fell, he saw the blade rise and knew that this creature would torture him long into the night before killing him. "It's time to evolve, the hunter become the prey..." he said almost as a<b> mantra </font></b>as he came down. The gun was snatched uselessly from his fingers before he could even react, then the pain, oh god the intense pain, as the creature caught him on one of it's wicked blades, it had jammed it through his leg! Peter nearly passed out there from the pain, but the jerk at the end kept him from doing so. the creature lifted him by that miserable hole in his leg and dangled him so he was hanging upside down face to face with it. It opened it's mouth wider than any human could and for a second peter thought it might swallow him whole. then it laughed. Peter, through pain clenched teeth, drove the knife straight into it's mouth and into the soft flesh behind the roof of it's mouth. He felt the cerebral fluid gushed over his hand as he pushed the blade deep into the monsters brain. Draven tried to close it's mouth in shock. He'd caught this little morsel and was ready to spend the evening seeing how far it could go without dying, and it had stung him. What was that fluid running down his throat? What was he doing? Draven found it very hard to think clearly. His arm went slack and he could here the boy scream as he slid off the blade and hit the ground, but Draven barely noticed. The sheep had stuck a sliver in his mouth. he reached in and tried to pull it out, only after the fact realizing his other forearm blade was cutting his face. He tried to retract it, but couldn't figure out the controls for it. He knew this? they were here on his arm.... what was he doing? Oh yes the sliver. Peter took several agonized breaths lying on the ground, the creature had dropped him, and he was pretty sure he had actually passed out as he'd fallen off that horrible blade. Peter began to weep softly, the pain was unbearable, but he knew he wasn't done. He slowly rolled over onto his belly and reached up grabbing the gun the creature had dropped. As intense as the pain was, the creature would not let him live. He pushed himself up to his good leg, now droning his<b> mantra. </font></b>"evolve, hunter becomes the prey.... evolve, hunter becomes the prey...." the creature looked at him confused, but angry, it pulled the bloody knife from it's mouth and growled at him leaning in close to meet him eye to eye. Peter brought the gun to the beast temple and screamed," Evolve! hunter become prey!" and pulled the trigger. The commander of project raven watched with a great deal of surprise at the fight had ended. He'd expected to let Draven have his toy and then go home with the countries secrets safe once again. Draven was a sick bastard and this wasn't going to end well any way it went, but he was always more malleable when he'd hurt someone. The boy had come as a complete surprise to everyone except Jameson. The damn guy always bet on the underdog and this time he was right. He handed over his 5 dollars and sauntered over the the dead monster and the boy lying there and retching into a puddle of his own tears and urine. "you did good . I'm impressed. you really did evolve into the predator." he said referencing the screams. the didn't seem to hear him. he opened his cellphone and quickly dialed as the boy vomited for the 5th time. "hello yes? there was a fatal fault with project Draven.... yes sir I know, but I have a new test subject already prepped for delivery...." |
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