I was once a young man, and I was very drunk and tired.
“Yes.” spoke the man with the gun at his head,
“No.” said a voice in the drunk girls head next to her,
“Yes.” said the man pressing the gun to his face.
Around the witching hour, out in the outlands and new man was being hunted. A man hunt of a huge bear-like monster. He sought to hunt and kill the innocent and was a serious threat to the area and was a dire wolf or a director’s threat to the world. He moved with the agility of a yeld but the cynical hatred of the despised scalies. He was the same height build as the tallest Goliath ganger and murderer who killed indiscriminately for sport.
Hunting and eating was a challenge for anyone else around. He killed and ate hundreds of wild animals and innocent people. Even the gangs of the Underhive were afraid to out at night, when the lights dimmed and the settlements resets for a moment or time. Even the sickly were puking barely.
It was a time of terrifying wakeful and sleepless nights. There was a bin bag left at the door of every person he killed. He had gone insane or whatever it was or whatever he was, was a shapechanging bastard. A child unwanted and a murderously fell creature of the night. Hunting people for sport but he had a human guise. That is what the oldest and most mentally challenged or disturbed believed.
And the bounty hunter stepped in. Right then he shot the witness and ran four clicks down the road. For hundred metres or there about down the road he shot a warning shot into the air, shimmering with the flash of the weapon, his weapon of choice, a shotgun loaded with manstopper rounds. Fighting faster than any ways his hallmark but it was a glum night and a tired old Ratskin stilling by the door laughed at him. That was all.
“Funny you should be laughing at a gunshot Slevio.” shouted the Bounty Hunter, Flake Sunspotted. He loaded another round in his single barreled shotgun variant. He pumped it once, and leveled the gun.
“You know I know you were hunting me right?” said the ratskin, shifting in form into a huge wererat mutant.
“I know the day of judgement has arrived for you and you are wasted and trash to me. Human trash.” grinned the mutant, tearing towards him at the speed of giant rat.
“Spawn of evil, show me your teeth.” said Flake, aiming as careful as he counted his rounds.
Fires burnt around the area, and it was old dusty street. The old, the others were already dead. Soon it would be the end of the lives anyway. They had rabies, rat germs all over them. Driven made, this thing had tortured them, the bounty hunter knew that. And a tear and then tears welled up in his eyes. He had tried to save them but it was too late. He prayed they live on somehow.
And the fell creatures slowed, twitched it’s eyes back and forth. Then smiled again, so widely a spider came out of it’s mouth and flies dropped out of the air around Sunspotted. He broke into a backwards run, fast as he could loading and reloading his shotgun, firing and incredibly speed.
One shot missed, another hit, another one missed and then a flesh wound exploded in the rat mutants side. He shifted around and kept going, the spider crawled around his tongue as it lolled out of his mouth.
The bounty felt the panting, and dropped his shotgun and drew his sword. A one and a half handed chainsword that he held with one hand, swapping back and forth.
He held it back for a second and drew it crashing into the side of Slevio, this strange being and the world seemed to settle as a trance state overwhelmed him. Fighting back and forth for hours there seemed to be no victory. Until a lucky series of parries, a counter thrust ripped through the rat-things head.
Tired, the bounty hunter cut off his ear with his knife and put it in his butcher’s sausage bag and left. Heading for home exalted and hungry. Another bounty done.
Bounty Hunter Sergeant Sunspotted M4 WS5 BS4 S3 T3 I5 A1 LD8 Parry, Fast Shot
Rat-mutant Slevio Ratkin Renegade Maul and Autogun Rules Sneak Up Shapeshift
Shapeshift form M6 WS4 BS2 S5 T5 I4 A3 LD9
“Yes.” spoke the man with the gun at his head,
“No.” said a voice in the drunk girls head next to her,
“Yes.” said the man pressing the gun to his face.
Around the witching hour, out in the outlands and new man was being hunted. A man hunt of a huge bear-like monster. He sought to hunt and kill the innocent and was a serious threat to the area and was a dire wolf or a director’s threat to the world. He moved with the agility of a yeld but the cynical hatred of the despised scalies. He was the same height build as the tallest Goliath ganger and murderer who killed indiscriminately for sport.
Hunting and eating was a challenge for anyone else around. He killed and ate hundreds of wild animals and innocent people. Even the gangs of the Underhive were afraid to out at night, when the lights dimmed and the settlements resets for a moment or time. Even the sickly were puking barely.
It was a time of terrifying wakeful and sleepless nights. There was a bin bag left at the door of every person he killed. He had gone insane or whatever it was or whatever he was, was a shapechanging bastard. A child unwanted and a murderously fell creature of the night. Hunting people for sport but he had a human guise. That is what the oldest and most mentally challenged or disturbed believed.
And the bounty hunter stepped in. Right then he shot the witness and ran four clicks down the road. For hundred metres or there about down the road he shot a warning shot into the air, shimmering with the flash of the weapon, his weapon of choice, a shotgun loaded with manstopper rounds. Fighting faster than any ways his hallmark but it was a glum night and a tired old Ratskin stilling by the door laughed at him. That was all.
“Funny you should be laughing at a gunshot Slevio.” shouted the Bounty Hunter, Flake Sunspotted. He loaded another round in his single barreled shotgun variant. He pumped it once, and leveled the gun.
“You know I know you were hunting me right?” said the ratskin, shifting in form into a huge wererat mutant.
“I know the day of judgement has arrived for you and you are wasted and trash to me. Human trash.” grinned the mutant, tearing towards him at the speed of giant rat.
“Spawn of evil, show me your teeth.” said Flake, aiming as careful as he counted his rounds.
Fires burnt around the area, and it was old dusty street. The old, the others were already dead. Soon it would be the end of the lives anyway. They had rabies, rat germs all over them. Driven made, this thing had tortured them, the bounty hunter knew that. And a tear and then tears welled up in his eyes. He had tried to save them but it was too late. He prayed they live on somehow.
And the fell creatures slowed, twitched it’s eyes back and forth. Then smiled again, so widely a spider came out of it’s mouth and flies dropped out of the air around Sunspotted. He broke into a backwards run, fast as he could loading and reloading his shotgun, firing and incredibly speed.
One shot missed, another hit, another one missed and then a flesh wound exploded in the rat mutants side. He shifted around and kept going, the spider crawled around his tongue as it lolled out of his mouth.
The bounty felt the panting, and dropped his shotgun and drew his sword. A one and a half handed chainsword that he held with one hand, swapping back and forth.
He held it back for a second and drew it crashing into the side of Slevio, this strange being and the world seemed to settle as a trance state overwhelmed him. Fighting back and forth for hours there seemed to be no victory. Until a lucky series of parries, a counter thrust ripped through the rat-things head.
Tired, the bounty hunter cut off his ear with his knife and put it in his butcher’s sausage bag and left. Heading for home exalted and hungry. Another bounty done.
Bounty Hunter Sergeant Sunspotted M4 WS5 BS4 S3 T3 I5 A1 LD8 Parry, Fast Shot
Rat-mutant Slevio Ratkin Renegade Maul and Autogun Rules Sneak Up Shapeshift
Shapeshift form M6 WS4 BS2 S5 T5 I4 A3 LD9