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This is a story I'm writing for a contest. It's a little ******** up, and I haven't even gone back and reread it or anything. xD But yea, here it is so far:


That day. The day. One day. The day the wolves erupted, bodies were slashed, slain, ripped, shredded apart by claws and fangs like we were nothing but cheese thrown in a grater. The day humans struggled to overcome the ferocious attacks, built larger cities, that sparkled like 2100 and 1800 had collided in a match over who would rule; chrome and cottages, horses and jets. They blend together now like a bad picture.
These cities are my time, my time, my time…the time of terror, less then before, but more then a few years ago, of hunters, of death, of wolves and chemicals and power and decay and just about everything else that your little uncomprehending mind can think of. Times were my older sister is a slayer and I, the meek, small, honey-head who hides in a cottage and plays with crayons and markers, watches from afar.
It is all my time. My city. My life.

The Middle of One

Kiki

“What are you drawing? A dead duck? Ewww it is, isn’t it?” a buzzing in my ear, an annoyance that never went away. With an exasperated sigh I hunched over my half-finished drawing, glaring angrily over my shoulder at my sister. She smirked back at me, her short-cropped black hair snapped underneath a hat made of some kind of chrome denim.
“It’s a portrait of a dream I had last night…” I spat, now self-conscious of the scene I had been trying to recreate with marker and a pen.
Probably sensing the extreme rage that was pouring out of my swamp-green eyes, she stepped back, putting her arms over her fully-developed chest. “Whatever, Kiki.” With a little kick of her back leg she trotted out of the room, closing the wooden door behind her.
I sighed, sitting back and studying my picture again. The bed creaked under me as I heard conversation float up from a room somewhere in the house; probably about something stupid, like fashion, or how my sister killed another wolf, or how she was getting married to the perfect man, or blah blah- a tear rolled down my check as I angrily swiped it away with a finger, the warm water smearing my pale skin. Looking down at my now imperfect picture, I gripped it with my hands and ripped it in half, the sound scratching itself into my bedroom walls. It wasn’t that good anyway….

Saiynga

What a weird girl, my sister was. Always locking herself in her room, drawing weird pictures of weird things from her weird little brain. Weird, weird, weird. Why couldn’t she be normal sometimes like me? At least I was successful. She just makes mother cry. I sighed and shook mu head as I rounded a corner, my right hand playing with a small silver pistol at my side. At least I do something for this world; at least I save people; at least I kill things; at least I’m not an embaress-
“JEREMIAH!” I squeal as cold hands wrap around my waist, pinching a very ticklish spot on my side. The same hands moved my wiggling body around in a loving embrace as warm lips meet mine.
“Couldn’t help it, Sai. You know me. Hands in the right spots at the wrong times…” I giggle at his suave voice, leaning up and kissing him in return, feeling his smooth, olive skin run against my own pale skin. It was just like my sisters, and I detested it. But hey, what could a girl do?
“What are you doing here?” I ask, looking up at him, making my eyes seem wider and more interested then I really was. I had practiced all the perfect looks to sucker a man in for the longest time, and it had paid off with Jeremiah here. Man oh man, you couldn’t find a bigger sucker in this town then him; he was an eyeful to look at, but once he opened his mouth, it’s like getting shot in the face in the middle of an orgasm. Oh well, as long as the other women loathed me from the shadows, I was fine.
He frowned when I asked him this, the muscles in his arms tensing a little. Uh oh, little boy Jer-Jer was going to tell me I had another target to kill.
“A wolf attacked a woman last night, ripped her head clean off.” He said, a hand traveling up my back in a gentle scratching motion that, against my own will, made my melt. He had hands like a God. To bad his Goddess was a woman who hunted wolves as a past time. Or a job. Whatever one you want to take it as.
I sighed when he said this, setting my head gently on his toned chest and letting my tawny eyes slip close. I felt him tighten his grip as I smirked quietly to myself. “Alright, I better get on it soon, then…” I murmured quietly, feigning resentment to go out and do something he hated me doing. But, nothing like stabbing a few wolves in your free time, eh? Unlike Kiki, who just sulks and cries and paints weird things from her weird mind.
I felt his chest heave as he slowly released me, taking a step back. His dark eyes swept over me like they were drowning me in pools of ink. “At least let me help you gear up.” He said, his movements slow and calculating. Wow, he actually looked like he was thinking for once.
“If you say so.” I complied, letting him take my slender hand and lead me to my room, which I very well knew where it was in the first place.

Jeremiah

My fiancé is a hunter. My fiancé is a hunter. My fiancé will not be a hunter once we are married. I was set on it. My heart and soul was set on it. The one that Sai said she owned. I don’t believe her all the time, though. Look the flower, but be the serpent underneath. A wise thing to believe. I think we are both trying to play the part, and it makes us look like twin idiots. Me, the beautiful one with lack of brains. She, the tough one, with lack of dignity and an overload of pride. I, hiding intelligence I fear to show. She, hiding a b***h and slut that she doesn’t want people to know about. We are both one person, but we are both two in one. One together, two apart, four in all. One plus two is four when we are together.
I lead the girl to her room, my mind overflowing as a the big dipper does when the stars have to many wishes to hold. Stepping in front of her I pushed the large oak door out of the way so she could step into her room. It was a mixture of bright silver metal and warm, old-style wood. From the history books, apparently it’s how humans have always lived; shrouded in a perfect balance of nature and technology. Zen was always a fun thing to have.
The girl walked back to a separate, pure metal wall in the back of the room, behind a thin layer of door beads. While she punched in a code and opened the door, I sat down cross-legged in a whicker chair sitting against the wall, leaning back into the pillows which lined it. “You know, you don’t have to go out and do this everyday….” I couldn’t help it, but my voice came out sort of like a whine. It usually wasn’t like me to complain, heck, I rarely did it at all. But when I saw the girl of my life go out and risk her cute little a** just to save some unthankful people…well…it made me worry, yea know?
I saw her look over at me through the open door and snot, a gun strapped to her back and a tight, brown outfit already on. It all looked repulsive. She looked hot. “You know the answer to this, Jer. It’s yes.” Rolling her eyes she disappeared back into the room at the same time that I huffed and put my hands on my head, running my fingers agitatedly through my long, russet hair. Shaking my head when my fingers were through I looked up at her as she came out.
“I’m’a go ahead and get rid of this thing. You wanna come too?” she asked.
I didn’t even have to answer as I stood up, just to have a gun thrown at me. “Of course. Kiki can take care of herself while we are gone.” Their parents were gone a lot, professional travelers. An interesting job that I really envied. If I could do anything, traveling from place to place would be one of the most ideal things to me, being a bird with wings that forever grew and held no limit.
I whack on my head woke me up with a cringe as I looked at Sai. “Stop zoning out.” She said, taking my hand and slipping her fingers through mine as she lead me out.

Kiki

I felt a rattle reverberate through my body as a roar followed. Sai and Jeremiah had left. I sighed and swung my legs around, stumbling out of bed and, my legs giving, falling on my face. Ouch. Sitting cross-legged for hours at a time was not good for the blood flow. Rolling over and propping myself up against the bed, I slowly started to massaged the blood back into my legs.
It was such a weird feeling, the blood in you rushing through the veins which you had just closed off for quiet a bit of time. It was like a snake or parasite was crawling through your internal tunnels, eating away or filling you with life. Whatever one suited.
When I was sure my sister and her incompetent idiot-of-a-future-husband was gone, I stood up and shook my legs out. Making sure they would handle my small body, I walked to the door and gave it a twist to open it.
I never got any farther then a step past the door, though, as a hand was shoved behind my head and a cloth was pressed to my nose from the front. A dizziness and nauseous soon overtook me as I struggled to get free, but I lost feeling of my limbs as my internal snake died and I collapsed into stranger arms.

Sai

A shudder went through me as I steared my motorcycle through the busy streets of town, Jer’s hands tight around my waist. Something was wrong, something had happened, something had-
No time to worry about that right now. I could deal with it later. Right now I had a mission to accomplish and a wolf or two to kill. I heard him whisper directons into my ear as I nodded and turned down an alleyway. I carefully lead my bike through the small, twisting maze as my worry started to grow. Something was wrong, something was wrong-
I stopped as we reached a dead end deep in the caverns of the maze of stone and metal and paper and trash. Looking over at Jer I gave him a confused look as he jumped off the huge monster of a bike. Taking my hands off the handle bars I slipped my helmet off and let it dangle from a bar.
The man looked over at me and I back at him, and then I knew.
Awww shhiitt.

Jer

Orders are orders. I couldn’t help it. As I stood there and changed in front of my fiancé, let the dark hair sprout over my body and my mind lose its control and flounder in a pool of violence and ecstasy, I cried.
I’m sorry, Sai.
But orders are orders.
Meet the serpent, my love.

Kiki

I awoke in a strange place, a place I did not want to wake up in. No one would want to wake up here. In a room.
A white room. A plain, solid, uninviting, conforming white room. I could sense my death in this room. White was the color of death. People always thought black was.
Black is the absence of color. But birth is the absence of knowledge. White is the presence of all the colors. Death is the presence of all your knowledge.
Therefore white isn’t as pure as it seems. So here I was, standing in a room of death.
The creak of a door spurred me to stand up on wobbly feet, but putting a hand on the white wall I was able to keep myself standing. When I looked back up and towards the door, I saw a man standing there.
He had long white hair that went almost down to his waist, and it was in a thick cord down his back. His eyes were also white; one had a scar over it. He was dressed in clothes that looked half normal, though overdone and drenched in chains. He was pale. His eyes scared me. “Come with me.” He said, his voice as cold as the room and his eyes. A hand extended, he beckoned to me impatiently.
Looking around the empty room quickly, I walked up to him, my steps uneven and faulty. Once I was close enough his hand shot out and clasped me around the wrist, his grip cold and life-devoid. Even though I would have complied with anything this man said, he seemed to insist on dragging me out as fast as possible, my ankles dragging behind me. I didn’t argue as I let him transport me through empty hallways covered in doors, silence following us. I was so dazed by now that I didn’t even listen for our footsteps, or at least, his footsteps and the scrapping my feet did.
Soon he stopped and threw me down onto the floor with a quick jerk of his hand. I stumbled forward but caught myself with my hands as I landed on my knees. In front of my eyes was a pair of shiny, black boots.
“So, this is her…” the voice above me mused, the new one. It was warmer then the white-haired male and had a slight hint of pity in it. I didn’t hear anything as silent looks were exchanged above my silent form. “You may leave then, Kaia.” There was more silence and then a warm, dark-skinned hand was raising me to my feet. I stood up, wavered a little, then caught myself. Looking over at me new holder, I saw he was almost the exact opposite of the other, presumably Kaia. His skin was a dark caramel color, his hair and eyes black, his body well built. “Let’s go.” With no movement to drag me like the other man, he left down the fall, and me, the weak little obedient girl who was unsure and unaware of the stuff that was going on behind the walls, followed him with no resistance.

Sai

Why is death so white? I
thought it was supposed
to be black. But I was wr
ong. Death is like a small
white box. And now I am
forever trapped in it by so
meone I had truly loved.

Jeremiah

I licked my hands as the blood of my fiancé dripped around me and a few other wolves. The deed was done; the slayer was dead, along with a few of my comrades. I looked down at my naked body, the clothes having been destroyed during the transformation, and ran a hand over my face. My area had hardened in a shaft of pleasure as I lapped some of her blood from my arm. Her life was hardening on me and it felt so good, just so damn-
“Stop pitching a damn tent from killing one measly girl and lets get the hell out of here.” Someone snapped. With a glance over my shoulder I looked at the man behind me, a little underling who was scared that he was going to die, or scared of me. I always changed so dramatically when I transform and right after it. It was the drug. The fine lavender powder. It helped me stay in control, but it also did other things as well.
With a sigh I snatched a set of clothes he held out to me and started to get dressed, leaving the mutilated corpse of the girl behind me without a second thought.
I still needed a release bad, man.