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it's just a job I do - wip

a peice of origanl fic I was working on.  I got de railed somehow... 

I’m sitting on the roof waiting for the werewolf to come.  He will at some point, werewolves are creatures of habit; I should know, I am one.  Well sort of, I’m a were er- well just call me a werewolf, it’s easier.  I change into a canine and I doubt you’d be able to tell the difference, not with me running at you. 

 

Anyway, the ‘wolves’ call me Silverblade.  It’s ‘cause of my job of course.  I kill people – well Wolves.  There are rules to our existence and I get sent out to enforce those rules.  By the time I get called in the only option left is death.  I’m good at death.  See, I’ve figured out some things most haven’t.  Like the silver thing, complete bullshit; but if you believe in something it’s true for you.  Most werewolves believe the silver thing so much that it burns their skin, poor bastards.  Makes my job easy, after all, punching them with my silver rings slows most of them down enough for me to cut their heart out. Nothing living can live without a heart. 

 

I hear him below me.  I let him pass under me and then drop quietly from the roof.  Quietly, not silently: I want him to hear me, I want him to turn, and he does.  Now I’m facing a fully adult werewolf, and he’s facing me.

 

“They sent a little girl like you after me?”  he says with a sneer looking me up and down, I don’t know if it is the look he gives me or that he called me a little girl but I allow myself a flash of anger.

 

“They’ve sent me after people much bigger than you.  You may have heard of me, I’m called Silverblade,” he looks hard at me and then he starts to change.   Slipping between forms isn’t painful, but it is disconcerting and strange, maybe even uncomfortable.  We don’t usually do it in front of people; not unless we have too.  He must have thought he had to.  I think about pulling my gun as his jaws elongate and he drops to all fours, but somehow that doesn’t feel right.  When he reaches me I hit him in the face; it has the desired effect, he stumbles sideways, wound smoking.  He shifts again, watching him makes my eyes hurt.  The mind tries to make familiar forums out of things; no matter how many times you see it a shifting body is never a familiar form. 

 

“Bitch,” he mumbles thickly through the pain. 

 

“Yes. I guess I am,” say pulling my gun.  Bang! Bang! Bang!  And he falls.  I walk to his side and kneel next to him, “We don’t eat humans,” I say as I plunge my knife into his chest.  It’s not like I enjoy any of this, I don’t like cutting out people’s hearts, it’s just my job.

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trystan830
Jun. 24th, 2006 07:17 pm (UTC)
ooh, very awesome! really!!! :D
bodgei
Jun. 24th, 2006 07:20 pm (UTC)
thanks! It's about 20 pages long all together... I don't know why but for some reason I was going for a batman feel...LOL
trystan830
Jun. 24th, 2006 07:21 pm (UTC)
post more!!! :D
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