Post by beverage on Mar 31, 2015 7:45:52 GMT -5
Toxic flecks of nano pollutants were dancing menacingly through the air like deadly microscopic snowflakes riding a storm. They settled as a thick carpet upon every exposed surface of the city like a massive insubstantial jellyfish striving to suffocate the buildings and streets.
The neon lights of the NBZ were battling against the deadly swarm with a valiant but futile effort. Only occasionally did they pierce the billowing swarm with a cameo of dull luminescence.
It was a hostile night and its sole purpose seemed to consist of opposing anything that lived.
But something far deadlier was lurking In the darkness that night. A Hunter whose jet black hair whipped chaotically in rythym with the indecisive wind.
She quietly and purposfully endured the poisonous swarm of agonizing nano-pollutants without offering it a single thought. An accomplishment in itself but a simple feat for one with complex cybernetics expertly integrated within the epidermis, heart and lungs. An interwoven miracle of flesh and symbiotic technology that allowed her to survive the fearful atmosphere with indifference.
All her thoughts were focused on something else entirely.
The Hunter lay silent, perfectly concealed within the deadly toxicity and comforted only by the certainty of obtaining her prey tonight.
Silent but ever watching.
All her highly sharpened senses were bent toward a seemingly abandoned and dilapidated building. A decrepit structure that any ordinary citizen of the NBZ would consider as 'just another ruin'.
But the Hunter was far from ordinary.
Thermal imaging and target optimization micro machines were concealed within the Hunter's eyes. Eyes with intense, iceberg blue irises and unnatural silver pupils. Eyes which perceived all through the toxic smog. Silver pupils that could never be deceived by such an imperfect facade.
The eyes of a killer!
The darkened structure was positively glowing with heat emissions. Spectral analysis capabilities detected gases of biological origin seeping through the cracked concrete and decaying steel which betrayed the presence of humans. And besides, the Hunter had been thorough in researching her target. She was no fool.
Hours had passed since her silent vigil began but impatience was not a vice she entertained.
Hour upon poisonous hour....
If she had still possessed a human heart it may well have skipped a beat when, after a string of hours of patient observation with no external activity, a human figure finally emerged from the rotten structure. Equipped with an archaic mask that provided some rudimentary protection and , presumably vision, against the choking pollution. He began searching the immediate area with obvious anxiety. Clearly expecting an unseen threat to appear in the swirling swarm but finding nothing.
The man seemed mildly satisfied when no apparitions of death had manifested themselves. With a trace of reluctance he called out to the building and consciously tightened his grip on the Raptor II pistol he carried with obvious ability. He was clever enough to know it was little defence against the monsters of the night but it offered some consolation.
If only he knew of the silver pupils that were now falling with unnatural intensity upon him. Analysing and examining him. Cold and calculating like the unblinking eyes of some mythical monstrosity.
The Hunter shifted ever so slightly in her place. An outward expression of anticipation rather than impatience.
Two more men slipped from the ruins as though birthed by the concrete walls. Similarly equipped with the same obsolete masks and modern Raptor IIs they looked around with as much nervous vigilance as their companion had. Finally they convinced themselves that they were undetected and alone and they visibly relaxed. One of the men turned toward the dark building and gestured a 'come on out' with a wave of his hand.
The hunters trigger finger flexed involuntarily as she watched to see who would emerge from the concrete shell at the urging of their clueless bodyguards.
Without taking her eyes of this unfortunate procession she expertly positioned her Scopetek Panther Cannon (itself an amazing feat of technology and engineering that is comparable to, but not above, herself) into a firing position and felt the integrated Gunlink cybernetics within her almost sigh with pleasure.
Hand, eye and weapon became an object of unity as she shifted her view to the scope and scanned for the emergence of the person who, without a doubt, would die tonight.
The neon lights of the NBZ were battling against the deadly swarm with a valiant but futile effort. Only occasionally did they pierce the billowing swarm with a cameo of dull luminescence.
It was a hostile night and its sole purpose seemed to consist of opposing anything that lived.
But something far deadlier was lurking In the darkness that night. A Hunter whose jet black hair whipped chaotically in rythym with the indecisive wind.
She quietly and purposfully endured the poisonous swarm of agonizing nano-pollutants without offering it a single thought. An accomplishment in itself but a simple feat for one with complex cybernetics expertly integrated within the epidermis, heart and lungs. An interwoven miracle of flesh and symbiotic technology that allowed her to survive the fearful atmosphere with indifference.
All her thoughts were focused on something else entirely.
The Hunter lay silent, perfectly concealed within the deadly toxicity and comforted only by the certainty of obtaining her prey tonight.
Silent but ever watching.
All her highly sharpened senses were bent toward a seemingly abandoned and dilapidated building. A decrepit structure that any ordinary citizen of the NBZ would consider as 'just another ruin'.
But the Hunter was far from ordinary.
Thermal imaging and target optimization micro machines were concealed within the Hunter's eyes. Eyes with intense, iceberg blue irises and unnatural silver pupils. Eyes which perceived all through the toxic smog. Silver pupils that could never be deceived by such an imperfect facade.
The eyes of a killer!
The darkened structure was positively glowing with heat emissions. Spectral analysis capabilities detected gases of biological origin seeping through the cracked concrete and decaying steel which betrayed the presence of humans. And besides, the Hunter had been thorough in researching her target. She was no fool.
Hours had passed since her silent vigil began but impatience was not a vice she entertained.
Hour upon poisonous hour....
If she had still possessed a human heart it may well have skipped a beat when, after a string of hours of patient observation with no external activity, a human figure finally emerged from the rotten structure. Equipped with an archaic mask that provided some rudimentary protection and , presumably vision, against the choking pollution. He began searching the immediate area with obvious anxiety. Clearly expecting an unseen threat to appear in the swirling swarm but finding nothing.
The man seemed mildly satisfied when no apparitions of death had manifested themselves. With a trace of reluctance he called out to the building and consciously tightened his grip on the Raptor II pistol he carried with obvious ability. He was clever enough to know it was little defence against the monsters of the night but it offered some consolation.
If only he knew of the silver pupils that were now falling with unnatural intensity upon him. Analysing and examining him. Cold and calculating like the unblinking eyes of some mythical monstrosity.
The Hunter shifted ever so slightly in her place. An outward expression of anticipation rather than impatience.
Two more men slipped from the ruins as though birthed by the concrete walls. Similarly equipped with the same obsolete masks and modern Raptor IIs they looked around with as much nervous vigilance as their companion had. Finally they convinced themselves that they were undetected and alone and they visibly relaxed. One of the men turned toward the dark building and gestured a 'come on out' with a wave of his hand.
The hunters trigger finger flexed involuntarily as she watched to see who would emerge from the concrete shell at the urging of their clueless bodyguards.
Without taking her eyes of this unfortunate procession she expertly positioned her Scopetek Panther Cannon (itself an amazing feat of technology and engineering that is comparable to, but not above, herself) into a firing position and felt the integrated Gunlink cybernetics within her almost sigh with pleasure.
Hand, eye and weapon became an object of unity as she shifted her view to the scope and scanned for the emergence of the person who, without a doubt, would die tonight.
The ending is perfect +1 and shared!