Pariah #2: The Hunt
Perils of Azure City
By Void
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Published by Void
Copyright 2015 by Void
Everything contained within this story is a work of fiction, and comes under the blanket of fantasy. The story contains graphic and explicit adult scenarios depicting sexual and violent themes that may be offensive to some readers. Nothing depicted in this story is intended to glorify or encourage the reality of that content - it is all purely fantasy.
Names, characters and places within this story are used fictitiously or are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblances to actual persons, alive or dead, or locations, or businesses are unintended and coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are aged 18 or over.
This story is intended for an adult audience ONLY. Only read if you are aged 18+. Keep out of the reach of minors.
Contents
Part One: The Gathering Storm
Part Two: The Detective and The Artist
Part Three: Chasing Dragons
Part Four: The Twins
Part Five: Rapture
Part Six: Contact
Pariah #2: The Hunt
Perils of Azure City
Part One: The Gathering Storm
While there were some places in Azure that were continuously bathed in never ending noise, such as the city centre or the Feldyne industrial estate, there were many other places that fell silent as a crypt come the dead of night. In the neglected district of Gallowgate silence was a given at most times of day and the locals knew to be wary of any noise that broke through the gloomy quiet. Noise always heralds
something
, and that something was often trouble.
Tonight was no different.
Gun shots shattered the ambient silence of the Azure night, followed by garbled screams and cries for help. Then silence descended once more, like the return of darkness once a candle has been snuffed out. The pall of dead sound lasted a few moments before there was another eruption of distressed shouts and gunshots, this time longer than the last. Then, inevitably, silence resumed. Another candle snuffed out.
Unmistakably trouble, though tonight it was an unusual kind of trouble. The screams and cries were from the lips of men not used to being the ones in trouble - like a pack of hyenas encountering a lion for the first time. The alarm came to them in new and surprising ways as they gave voice to an emotion that they had never needed before.
Fear
.
More shouts, more shots fired, more calls for aid - more silence, more candles turned out.
Fabien Garcia was not having a good night. Not anymore. The old warehouse that had always been a haven where he could play god with the lives of the women they brought back there was now more like a crumbling tomb that he was desperate to escape.
Something
had cut the power to the warehouse, killing the lights and turning off the aria that they had been using to keep the girls quiescent in C block. Now that same something was stalking Garcia and his men through the warehouse, picking them off. He had seen it as he mustered some of his people to fend it off in B block. Now his people were gone and he was running.
It wasn't human. It couldn't be.
As he burst through the doors into C block he heard one final outpouring of noise from behind him as the last of the men in B block was discovered and then put down. Garcia didn't bother looking back, he had given up on the guys back there the moment that the thing hunting them revealed that it was bullet proof, sweeping the tail of its cloak around its body to impossibly deflect the incoming shots. He had been too scared to try and run past it, and instead ran away from it, further into the warehouse. If he could get through C block then he could still make it out the back door on the other end - he just needed to hustle.
Ahead of him he could just make out the forms of Roland and his two people as they stood guard over the girls that were strewn about the floor on dirty blankets. He was relieved to see that he wasn't alone; glad that he had asked Roland to stay behind and make sure the girls didn't move now that the aria had ceased.
Roland saw him coming and called out to him, his own near-panic clear in his voice, 'Garcia! What the hell, man? What's...'
'We're under attack - everyone's gone,' Garcia shouted back hastily as he kept running towards them, 'We need to get out of here, we need...'