The Hunt (Summer Challenge, Cheeseburger)
‘Verse: The Sun, Radiant
Challenges/Toppings/Extras: Summer Challenge ‘14: Special Brownie #23 (You will survive being bested) & Akutaq #1 (Sourdough), Cheeseburger #2 (n00b) + Cookie Crumbs (of After, the last section)
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Title: The Hunt
Summary: Pursuing a would-be killer.
Notes: Okay, so maybe I can’t resist this ‘verse.
He ran, the fool. Perhaps Ravir would have shown him some mercy if he had not been a coward. A knife in the back - poisoned, no doubt, as well - was bad enough, but the assassin knew he was caught and kept running. An animal, eyes rolled back in its head as the hunter pursued. Fear rolled off him in waves.
Ravir tasted that fear, and, knew he could indulge a bit. He knew this area well. The forests extended all the way to the ocean, and he was not yet tired.
Space and time enough to teach the true meaning of terror.
He darted left, sped up just enough that he pulled alongside the assassin, whose inexperience showed in every stumble in more ways than one. He let the man-animal see him in the corner of his eye, watched the head turn and the eyes widen even farther. He saw the tears and blood blurred in them, and smiled. The forest had scratched the assassin pelting madly through it. He was half-blind, and still he ran.
Fool.
Suddenly, Ravir tired of the game. He fell back slightly, let his prey have some space, returned to following behind. And waited for his opportunity. It was coming up here soon…
The assassin did not even have the chance to scream as the ground betrayed him and he was sucked up to his waist in the Lalit Bog.
Ravir slowed to a walk and finally stopped at the very edge, ready to jump back if the telltale groaning noise came from below him, signaling the bog was eating the solid earth at his feet. “Well now,” he said to the assassin. “Don’t struggle. I’d hate to have to fish you out when its up to your neck or further.”
His prey said nothing, but wiggled a bit. Just to be contrary, Ravir supposed. He stopped that right quick when the bog made a mighty squelch and sucked him under a few more inches.
“Then again, the bog has a way of taking the fight out of people.”
“Fuck you,” the man growled.
Ravir grinned. “Well, lucky for you I’m tired now and would really like to go home. Unlucky for you, I’m letting you live a while longer.” His hand flashed out, pinching the assassin on the juncture of neck and shoulder, where the most convenient pressure point was. The man’s gasp cut off as the paralysis kicked in, and he flopped back into the bog. Ravir caught him by the neck and, ignoring his muffled groans of protest, hauled him out. The bog gave up its meal easily enough. Ravir bound the the muddy man’s hands behind him, then bound his ankles to them, making his prey much easier to control once the paralysis wore off.
Divesting him of his remaining weapons, Ravir tucked him under his arm and began the walk home.
Challenges/Toppings/Extras: Summer Challenge ‘14: Special Brownie #23 (You will survive being bested) & Akutaq #1 (Sourdough), Cheeseburger #2 (n00b) + Cookie Crumbs (of After, the last section)
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Title: The Hunt
Summary: Pursuing a would-be killer.
Notes: Okay, so maybe I can’t resist this ‘verse.
He ran, the fool. Perhaps Ravir would have shown him some mercy if he had not been a coward. A knife in the back - poisoned, no doubt, as well - was bad enough, but the assassin knew he was caught and kept running. An animal, eyes rolled back in its head as the hunter pursued. Fear rolled off him in waves.
Ravir tasted that fear, and, knew he could indulge a bit. He knew this area well. The forests extended all the way to the ocean, and he was not yet tired.
Space and time enough to teach the true meaning of terror.
He darted left, sped up just enough that he pulled alongside the assassin, whose inexperience showed in every stumble in more ways than one. He let the man-animal see him in the corner of his eye, watched the head turn and the eyes widen even farther. He saw the tears and blood blurred in them, and smiled. The forest had scratched the assassin pelting madly through it. He was half-blind, and still he ran.
Fool.
Suddenly, Ravir tired of the game. He fell back slightly, let his prey have some space, returned to following behind. And waited for his opportunity. It was coming up here soon…
The assassin did not even have the chance to scream as the ground betrayed him and he was sucked up to his waist in the Lalit Bog.
Ravir slowed to a walk and finally stopped at the very edge, ready to jump back if the telltale groaning noise came from below him, signaling the bog was eating the solid earth at his feet. “Well now,” he said to the assassin. “Don’t struggle. I’d hate to have to fish you out when its up to your neck or further.”
His prey said nothing, but wiggled a bit. Just to be contrary, Ravir supposed. He stopped that right quick when the bog made a mighty squelch and sucked him under a few more inches.
“Then again, the bog has a way of taking the fight out of people.”
“Fuck you,” the man growled.
Ravir grinned. “Well, lucky for you I’m tired now and would really like to go home. Unlucky for you, I’m letting you live a while longer.” His hand flashed out, pinching the assassin on the juncture of neck and shoulder, where the most convenient pressure point was. The man’s gasp cut off as the paralysis kicked in, and he flopped back into the bog. Ravir caught him by the neck and, ignoring his muffled groans of protest, hauled him out. The bog gave up its meal easily enough. Ravir bound the the muddy man’s hands behind him, then bound his ankles to them, making his prey much easier to control once the paralysis wore off.
Divesting him of his remaining weapons, Ravir tucked him under his arm and began the walk home.