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Waiting To Die.
Cheyenne was about two-hundred-and-sixteen-years old, give or take a few years. She lost track after one hundred. She joined the Hunters when she was seventeen, back when the world was still alive and kicking.
People called her hometown something like The Angels, but she didn’t remember it anymore. She’d been so many places that where she came from wasn’t a necessity to know. All she needed was her gun, knife, and crowbar.
She used to be part of something huge. Back when the word government existed, her group had been the(this is still copyrighted by me, suad) government’s main threat. They were a bad bunch of kids, and their members touched into every household, even prisons.
It was a gang; a powerful, organized gang. She’d done everything possible to get into it, but she only succeeded in being beat up a hundred times. Frustrated, confused, and determined, Cheyenne used her body to get in.
That was when everything went wrong. Or right, depending whose side you’re on. Cheyenne slept with the gang’s leader, and became his “girlfriend”. There was no endearment in the term, except she was shoved into the gang, and used for quick pleasure. It wasn’t a desirable life, but she’d made it into the gang, and that was all she wanted.
Well, the world ended a few months after that, and Cheyenne had nowhere to go except run from The End with her “boyfriend”. She had no idea how he had become the leader of such a powerful gang, but she didn’t care. She only found out why when he took her out into the countryside one night, promising her all sorts of things. He called her beautiful, he said he’d take care of her…
He was sending her to her death. He was a lure for Hunters, and he hadn’t stalked in a long time. So he brought her out there, alive and fresh for a nearby Hunter.
Her “boyfriend” gave Cheyenne a quick kiss, tied her wrists to a tree, and called for the Hunter, using the same phrase she still continued to use.
“Here’s your prey! Fresh and hot, just like you ******** like them!”
That was when Cheyenne realized she’d been tricked. She fought against her bindings, screaming curses at her “boyfriend” when he walked away, laughing like this was some cruel joke.
The countryside around her grew darker than it should have been, and out of practically nowhere a tall figure appeared. It was over ten feet tall. Its skin was completely matte white, and it had no eyes on its head. Only a mouth protruded, with jaws and teeth that seemed too big for the actual face.
It was the most disturbing thing Cheyenne had ever seen in her life, and she wanted it dead. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she held back, choosing to stare back at the ugly thing instead.
The Hunter stared back with unseen eyes, as if it didn’t need vision to actually see her.
“We prefer prey dead,” it hissed at her through open jaws. Raunchy breath reached Cheyenne’s nose before she could hold her breath; suddenly her whole mind was consumed with efforts to keep quiet and to not vomit. “He never listens to us.”
Cheyenne assumed the creature meant her “boyfriend” and blanched. What did this Hunter want from her; gossip? She’d been in a gang long enough to know not to spill anything important, though. No, you lie your a** off when people begin to question you.
“Well it ain’t like he knows what he’s doing…” she declared. In any other situation, her accent would’ve given her away. The Government would have been all over her. “I’m the one who tells him what to do!”
The Hunter’s loud breathing slowed, and it leaned closer to her. Cheyenne flinched, wishing she wasn’t tied to a damn tree.
“You tell him what to do?” it asked her. Cheyenne nodded her head. It may have been a lie to her, but the Hunter didn’t know any better.
“Course I tell him what to do!” she boasted. “You think that ******** has enough sense to know what he’s doing?”
Keep in mind Cheyenne was only sixteen at the time. She truly thought she could get away with lying. The Hunter, however, wasn’t stupid. It hadn’t hidden under the earth for centuries, waiting until the end of the world when it could finally roam freely for nothing. No, it knew she was lying.
Taking one large, white, abnormal hand, the Hunter swung it across Cheyenne’s face. Sharp claws dragged through her flesh and she finally screamed.
“********, dude!” she shrieked, shaking blood off her face. The red droplets stung her flesh as they fell. “What the hell was that for?”
“Prey ask no questions,” the Hunter replied, tracing its claws down her right arm. Cheyenne shivered, jerking away.
“Yeah well, I ain’t no prey!” she retorted, trying to tear away from the tree she was bound to. Too bad her wrists were behind her back. If she could just see, she knew she’d be able to extract herself. “I’m with the ******** who just ditched me with you!”
“Such a mouth,” the Hunter mused, taking a step back from Cheyenne and crossing its wiry arms. Encouraged by such a comment, Cheyenne let loose a number of sentences that included all the swearwords she knew, promising the Hunter that it would be sorry if it dared kill her.
“You have such determination,” it remarked, stepping forward once again. “If you promise your determination for the rest of your life, I will make you a deal.”
Cheyenne shut up and listened intently. She was no fool, but she wasn’t all that smart, either. She preferred the term “average”, and she rather liked it. So what did this Hunter want with an “average” girl like her?
“Shoot,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at it.
“If you’ve run around with that boy,” the Hunter explained, “then you must have murdered someone by now.”
Cheyenne tilted her head to the side and, remembering the first time she killed a hood rat, nodded in confirmation. The Hunter continued on.
“Become a lure for us Hunters. Bring humans to us, and let us dispose of them. In return, you shall live for as long as we do. You will be stronger, faster, tougher, and of course, better.”
The girl hadn’t a clue what the Hunter was talking about, but it sounded like if she agreed, she would be let go. And so, given that logic, Cheyenne agreed.
“Fine, whatever,” she grumbled. “Now let me go and I’ll go find you…prey, or whatever you call it.”
“Of course,” the Hunter agreed hastily. Grabbing her wrists, it cut her binding and shoved her away from the tree. Still keeping a hold on her, it pressed a hand against the jagged cuts on her face. Icy cold blasted through her wounds and into her body, revitalizing her almost to a point of euphoria. She screamed again, but not because of pain. No, she screamed because she could feel her insides working. They were working at least four times faster than normally, and everything was strengthening inside of her. Muscle she didn’t even know existed began to fill out her skinny arms and legs.
It was as if someone had taken the body of a superhero, and placed it inside her.
Then the Hunter let her go, its looming jaws smirking at her.
“Now, go bring that boy back to me,” it instructed her. “I want him as my next prey.”
Cheyenne rolled her eyes, but was off anyway. She wanted to kill that ********, even if it was for the Hunter. Her “boyfriend” had practically sent her to her death, and she did not appreciate that.
She tromped through heavy grass and fields, searching for her boyfriend until she found him passed out on the side of a road. He hadn’t thought she would survive. He’d also forgotten to take a gun he’d given her back.
Furious, hurt, and energized, Cheyenne kicked him in the head. She then proceeded to shoot him in the chest about twenty times; just until she knew for sure that he was dead.
She took her “boyfriend” back to the Hunter, and the Hunter grabbed the carcass greedily. Its jaws melted farther down its face, providing room so it could fit her “boyfriend’s” body inside.
Cheyenne turned around and covered her ears as soon as the Hunter brought the body up to its lips, and walked away.
She didn’t have any idea what she’d done, but at the moment she hadn’t cared. She was alive, and that was all that mattered.
Killing her “boyfriend” was hard, she’d come to realize in the days afterwards. It had to be done, however, in order for her to still have her life. Killing someone she almost cared about was her breaking point; after him, she no longer cared who died.
Humans were humans, that was it. Individuality had become extinct in her eyes. Humans were useless in the greater scheme of things unless they were to become lures for Hunters.
Cheyenne planned on becoming a Hunter. She had no idea whatsoever how she was going to pull it off, but that was for her future self to worry about. It was rumored anyway that if one lived long enough for Hunters they would be rewarded.
Well, Cheyenne had lived for them for two-hundred years, give or take a couple digits. She’d entertained the idea of being the oldest lure in history, but such a claim just wasn’t true. A few (still copyrighted by me, suad, and my fictionpress alter-ego)lures had lived until over four-hundred years until they’d been killed off. Apparently they hadn’t been killed, however. No, the Hunters had deemed them worthy of Hunter status.
They’d been changed from pathetic humans into powerful Hunters.
Cheyenne wanted to live long enough for that change. Even if she didn’t, she had the satisfaction of knowing she was up in the top lures. She would be remembered for something.
Trouble was, Cheyenne had the determination for the impossible to happen. Lures couldn’t become Hunters. Whoever told that lie is burning in hell for the rest of eternity.
But, when one is determined enough, anything can be possible.
Cheyenne did just that.
And now she was waiting. Waiting for the moment when a Hunter would make her one of them, or for the day when she could do it herself.
Either way, she was going to do it.
 Suad · Fri Jan 11, 2008 @ 05:59am · 0 Comments |
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