Banished To Earth Book One (2)

“My prey,” The words burned his mind and blind- sided him with the terrible truth. He was sent here to kill her and to save them. They stunned him to silence, as the two men surrounded his target, their apparently helpless victim.

Chapter Two

 

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     Mitch, a tall, heavy -set man dressed in grimy coveralls, dropped to his knees, right in front of her. Neither of them had noticed Chase. All their attention was fixed on this pretty young thing, sitting spread-legged on the cold, wet dirt just begging for it.

   “Now let’s see here,” Mitch continued, as he started to pull her dress down. “Like to see what I’m getting into,” he laughed, “If you know what I mean.”

   The girl pressed her hands in the stone studded soil forcing rocky mud to ooze up between her tiny fingers.

   “What kinda dress is this,” he asked, tugging at something more akin to fine feathers than cloth.

   She lifted her head and stared at him with cold onyx eyes. 

   A silver filament snaked up from her scalp. Her head, carelessly tilted to one side. A tight tiny smile bent her pink flower pedal lips. Instantly, more strands of shiny hair fanned out from her delicate lovely frame. With bird of prey speed and accuracy, they slashed through the air, lashed around his arms sliced through his flesh with such ferocity, he could only shriek and tremble, when she hooked her fingers deep inside his raw open flesh.

   Crimson bands of blood coursed from his bone-deep wounds, instantly absorbed by her thirsty living hair and fingertips. They quite efficiently syphoned off as much blood her deceptively childlike body could absorb.

    For the first time in his useless miserable life Marvin finally did something selfless. He flung himself at the girl, his first and last honourable act. An invisible strand whipped out and neatly parted his head from his dirty overall-clad body. It crumpled to the ground, flinching in the sand until it finally collapsed in a lifeless, blood-spurting heap.

    Chase’s mouth sagged open when he watched Marvin’s head slowly spin to a stop several feet from his friend’s lifeless husk. At that moment, she looked up at him. Her eyes, no longer black, but sparkling-blue diamonds. Her body and face, flawless, but blood-soaked, and surprisingly slack. Slack with satiation, resignation, shame? He could not tell. She reared up effortlessly and walked with elegant deliberation into the cold lake water  until she was chest deep, stooped beneath the water, then rose with a double hand full of

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mud and gravel and then proceeded to scrub her body, not stopping until every speck of blood was washed away.

   Her head bowed; her feathery covering plastered to her perfect petite body like wet toilet paper; she sloshed out of the lake toward him. Every fiber in his body screamed run. But a deeper, older voice compelled him toward her.

     A moment later, she stepped up to him. Her head still bowed. Then ever so slowly she lifted her trembling chin, until her throat was fully exposed.

    It took a few moments until her desire finally wormed its’ way into his thick human skull.

 “You want me to kill you.”

  Draped in self-imposed darkness, she waited for his killing blow to rip out her windpipe.

    Her eyes were still clamped tightly together. She shivered before him, resigned to her fate. Her last moment of life pressed her like a quilt of ice. Then warmth, soft caressing warmth.

  “I know its ragged and dirty, but my hoodie will have to do until I can get you somewhere safe.”

   She stumbled back. Her eyes cracked open and keenly studied his hands and features, then eased up to him. He smiled rather goofily. Her eyes softened as she reached up and gently laid her right hand over his mouth. There was no need for him to speak again.

    Her flesh against his triggered a maelstrom of images and memories in them.

   He had spared her. His legs grew wobbly. He sank before her. Feeling drained but not of blood, but of his muddy past, at least some of it, the part of it that made him fit for this world. However, his world was over. It was time to step into another…

Chapter Three

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   She did not take his blood only gave him a small, particularly useful piece of her past, but only because it was also a part of his past. She had merely helped him remember.

   He had, after all, spared her life, not that she wanted that; at least she didn’t until now. He had inflamed her curiosity and something else she could not yet fully embrace, something impossible, something that would take much more than the fleeting, shallow contact of mere flesh on flesh to reveal…

    She had never touched a Hunter or even wanted to speak to one until now. Her death sentence had been commuted by a silly little boy who didn’t even know who or what he was.

    Had she made a terrible mistake? Would he suddenly wake up and kill her? She was a Monster. And he was a Hunter. Killing creatures like her is what Hunters were mutated to do.

   This is what she eventually learned from the caverns of Mynar. A place of exile and execution. But also, a place of learning for anyone who dared its’ unpredictable dangers; the shift portals which suddenly appeared out of nowhere, sometimes as windows of learning but most times hungry maws taking any unfortunate who stayed too long…

    She studied his eyes and was shocked by what she saw. Of course, his Hunter essence was as plain to see as the sky, her being his natural prey. But there was something else, something she had not seen since before her Mother died. His eyes were soft, not the eyes of a Hunter, much less a man.

    Her banishment to this strange world happened because of her mother’s soft eyes. They had cost Phyilmorphet her life. Would they cost her life as well?

   Suddenly, the boy was talking, making weird noises she could not begin to understand. Maybe she could fix that, but only if she could win his trust, not just his pity…

  “I think I’ve been waiting for this all my life.” Chase chattered away, with matter-of-fact casualness. As if the kind of thing he just witnessed was something he had seen many times before. “And you don’t understand a word I’m saying, you’re an Alien and I’m an idiot.”

  She could not help but grin…

 

 

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 “I’m not the only one. Am I?” He asked, when flashes of blood and torn flesh arced across his mind. “Others are coming, coming to kill you. Others like me. Oh crap.”