So yeah...massively working on The Hunted...a small bit of rewriting is going on as well...changing the aesthetic of the world...hopefully it'll be done before christmas...look forward to it.
...but even then we could have stayed...


Chapter IV - The HuntedChapter IV: Show MeChapter IV - The Hunted
The days blended to weeks, the weeks to months. After a while I had lost track of how long we had been there. I didn't know the day, the time, the year; none of that mattered. Jessica, Renna, Silas, Dex, Leena, Alya and I had all become close over the time we had been there. But still, none of that mattered, all that mattered was what was happening now, all that mattered was the fight. I unsheathed Spero and took the stance that Leena, had taught me. Silas stood fifty feet away from me, waiting. I let my mind recede and my demon half take over, my black-grey wings bursting


Chapter III - The Hunted Chapter III: Finding OthersChapter III - The Hunted
I stared up at Alya, "How did you-" She held out her hand, a small orb of white light floated millimeters above it. She pressed it against the cut on my cheek, it stitched together instantly. "That's my power, I can heal." I couldn't think of anything to say other than, "Then why have I been carrying a med kit around?" She smiled and collapsed against me, unconscious. "Ah," I said to myself, "That's why."
It took Alya hours to wake up. When she did she yawned, stretched and looked around sleepily. When she saw the body of the Hunter s


Chapter II - The HuntedChapter II: Run For Your LifeChapter II - The Hunted
"Kira, it's been almost a week, I'm sure we can take a break from moving for one night." I laughed, "Remember the last time you said that? I still have the scars from it." We were now six weeks outside of Termine, Alya's home town, and arguing over whether to stop for the night. Alya stopped, "I'm sorry." I turned around; she had stopped walking and looked like she was going to cry. I came back to her, "Its fine. I told you, I'm protecting you so that's what happens." She stared at her feet, "I didn't think they would have tracked us that far. I didn't mean
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My name is Jack. I will kill you.
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Slowly we grind the rusted screws away, slowly their buildings fall, as we laugh at their thoughtless, selfish idiocy.
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Run for your life
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