A Hunters Night
Claire
My mind roared in agony as my conciseness pried its way out of unconsciousness, my single eye straining to open under the massive assault of pain seizing my body.
It hurt, no it was agonizing.
I could hear my vocals rearing to life with pathetic whimpers; tears of salt and what seemed to be blood slipping down my face to give the symphony some company.
My face was buried into the girl's chest, and I could still feel my arms tucked around her; both pulled just a bit harder to hopefully find some relief and were somewhat successful in the endeavor.
In my misery and desperation, I had inadvertently awoken the girl and she in response, had dug her newly spiked hands into my back, probably hoping to shut me up so she could sleep.
However, intentionally or not, the pain it caused was able to overwhelm my senses and give me something to ground myself, something I was extremely grateful for.
It wasn't long before my whimpers went mute, and the void around us returned to silence, with only the writhing of the girl's tentacles being acknowledged by the void.
With my newfound cohesion, I shuddered in fear, fear of what it was going to feel like later, of what I'd do when I didn't have this girl to help calm me.
It was terrifying, absolutely unacceptable.
Pulling myself as close as our bodies would let us, I grappled with one of the girl's legs before ensnaring it with my own, my mind slowly falling back into the arms of unconsciousness, the agony unable to follow.
This was just putting off the inevitable, and I knew it, but I just couldn't right now, I was too terrified.
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Alice
Waking up was a chore, and it was made all the worse when something so comfortable was actively pulling me closer, its grip desperate and terrified, as if pulling me closer to its being would bring it some kind of closure that would soothe whatever they were feeling.
Its terror also made me hungry; hungry enough that I was tempted to rip a chuck out of its back, something I came close to doing if it wasn't for the fact that my claws piercing its skin had seemed to give it the closure and comfort it was looking for.
This was baffling and did well leaving my eyes just a bit wider; my heart also seemed to pound a bit harder in excitement.
With my hand still somewhat sunk into her back, I was left further stunned when she not only ceased her whimpering but also pulled me closer, her leg interlocking with one of mine before she drifted back off into the unperturbed slumber, her head using my breasts as a pillow; this paired with the fact that her leg was currently pushed up against my entrance, led me to be somewhat aroused.
However, I didn't act on it, at least not yet, for I could feel my stomach somewhat groaning in greed; this was further highlighted when a trail of saliva trickled down my cheek, its tarlike color finding its place on the tentacle I was using as a pillow, after which it quickly vanished into said appendage, leaving nothing behind to point to its existence.
Looking at the sleeping girl again, I sighed.
She wasn't food, nor would she ever be if I could help it, and this meant either another dumb fuck had to walk in, or I had to go hunting.
My senses told me that the hallway and even the wing my door was located in were bare and devoid of any kind of life, so another bastard walking in was unlikely, meaning I had to go hunting.
Removing my claws from the girl's back, I was quick to direct a few inky tentacles to suck up all the blood leaking out while a few others began to fill the five stab-like wounds on her back.
While they went to work, I kept myself occupied with tracing the blackened wound on her shoulder, its form also having used my saliva as the needed cells to heal the damage, leaving the skin dyed a permanent black; this brought me a great deal of pleasure in seeing, as it was physical proof that she belonged to me, that she was my territory, my plaything.
After I was done tracing it, I moved on to tracing the bite mark on my shoulder, the mark having long since physically disappeared, healed over the time we spent in slumber; yet even when it was gone, I could still feel phantom traces of it pecking at my shoulder, reminding me that in a sense, she also owned me.
In the past, the thought of someone owning me would bring unending fury to my mind, but now, after having bedded her, assaulting her unconscious form for hours on end, and claiming her as my own when she awoke, I couldn't really find any reason to hate her claim; hell, if anything, it only made me want to dominate her more, both in mind and in bed.
My thoughts were interrupted by my stomach's growl and was subsequently reminded of my hunger.
Glancing at her back, I found that my tentacles of tar had done a good job sealing off the wounds, and were now just dancing around her back, finding every spot that made her involuntarily twitch; a few were even sliding down the crack of her ass to do some other activities that I didn't really want to do right now, as fucking her again, while appealing, will only make my hunger worse.
But then again... No, I couldn't.
Shaking off the urge to assault her in her state of continued obliviousness, I quickly began replacing myself with a clone made of dark matter, my form reappearing a few meters to the left, the girl's bareback reminding me to put my dress back on before going out.
Though the girl wouldn't be given such a privilege when she woke up again, as her bare form was like staring at a gemstone of immense value, especially her ass, its form just as lean as her stomach.
The sight brought a pleased grin to my face as I melted into the void, my destination and subsequent hunting ground being a town not too far from the school, its populace filled with the most plump and meaty prey I'd ever seen.
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Ms. Thavel
The cameras flickered, as usual, each line of static gliding down the screen in smooth predictable strokes, each one dictating my gaze.
It was getting so bad that I was watching the static more than the camera and that was odd because I was still technically looking at the camera, just not looking at its display, and now that I thought of it, it would make a good example of the chicken or the egg question.
I chuckled at the thought.
Shifting slightly, I adjusted my position so the dress I was wearing wouldn't highlight my ass for those walking in to see; chairs with open backs always seemed to make that a difficult task and the one I was sitting in was no exception.
Sighing, I discarded the train of thought that denounced these types of chairs and turned my focus back to the screen.
Scooting the chair on wheels just a tiny bit forward, I let one of my arms lay flat on the table while using the other to prop up my chin, my heels making a dull clicking sound as I uncrossed my legs and let them fall to the carpeted floor.
The light breeze down below made me miss my pants.
Ignoring my yearning for comfortable and functional clothes, with pockets mind you, I kept my eye on the screen, a strange and very familiar presence making itself known.
Not a second later I was sweating bullets, my hazel eyes morphing into slits while a pair of notable horns grew atop my head.
There were other changes that I didn't bother to recognize, as I was too busy bolting to the East Wing, other teachers, and staff probably doing the same; I prayed that Ms. Circle was on her way too, as she was one of the only people in the entire school, maybe even world that could actually deal with Alice in an upfront confrontation.
Alarms blared throughout the school, and each hall I passed had doors bolted down, each one covered in layer after layer of sheet metal, an impossibility for most to get into, yet a mere paper gate for Alice.
It cost almost everything the school had years ago to put those in place, and it wasn't until after the first breach that we realized it wasn't going to cut it.
Now it's just there to keep the students in one place, lest they wander into the monster's path.
My heart raced as I raced down the seemingly endless halls, all the while praying for the safety of me and the other faculty members already on the move because a collision with her usually meant nothing but death.
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Oliver
The class was quiet, the lights dim, and the doors bared; it was like a prison, except it was something meant to keep us safe, safe from whatever was out there.
The, and I quote, 'Training drills' that happened every so often weren't actually training drills, they were an alarm system, something to tell the school that something that wasn't supposed to be out, got out, and it was on the move.
Of course, I was probably one of the very few students who knew the truth about it, with the few others being Edward, Zip, and oddly enough, a kid named Kevin a few classrooms down.
Other than these select few, no one else knew that this drill was something that signified 'She' was going on a hunt, and whether that hunt was inside or outside the school wouldn't be known until either the lockdown ended and we were made privy to a mutilated and gored classroom, or a batch of random people outside of the school were found dismembered, half-eaten, and strewn about, with random bits of gore hanging and splattered on light posts and walls for weeks to come.
I chuckled, "What kind of show will you put on today, Alice?"
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Engel
You know the silence was beginning to be too much when you missed Oliver's insistent banter and demeaning.
Speaking of which; turning ever so slightly, my eyes caught the almost glowing pair of malevolent orbs of red, confidently staring back, his smile of which was nothing but glowing, as if this was his favorite part of the movie was drawing near.
Ripping my emerald irises away, I scoffed, a realization shot through my head like a bullet, its small yet very noticeable form leaving a lasting impact.
He knew something; he always knew something, and that pissed me off to no end.
Knowledge was power, and power was the higher form of knowledge; with the right knowledge, anything could be possible, at least, that's what I thought, whether he saw it as I did was of no concern to me.
Steeling my gaze, I turned back with newly forged determination, and when I came to meet his gaze again, that determination solidified into something sturdy, something that wouldn't shake under his knowing leer.
Like a predator watching its prey, my eyes darted to every twitch, every curve of his face that moved too much for my comfort, even the slight dilation of his pupils was put under my scrutiny.
But like the bastard he was, he paid no heed to my scorching scrutiny, merely smiling wider; his eyes growing more mocking and his fingers dancing silent rhythms on his desk.
Maybe I was reading too much into it, but I saw his silent symphony as further proof that he knew something.
It was like he was showing me a picture he knew I could never see, painting the frame yet leaving out the detail.
I could feel my frustration mounting, every curl, every slight pull, and every silent tap, it was all so obvious, yet I remained oblivious without the sound, the detail, the knowledge; it was like going to a concert while being deaf, you could see and tell they were doing something, but you could never truly hear nor understand it.
It wasn't long before my determination cracked and buckled under its deformities, soon collapsing in on itself.
Begrudgingly turning back, I wanted to scream, to rage against him, to pin him by the throat and force him to tell me what he knew, but no matter how much I wanted to do so, I knew it was an impossibility, an error in judgment that would lead to his uncontested victory in a game we were both playing blind.
Even so...
My fists were balled, my talons digging into my palm enough to draw a cup or two of blood.
'I hate him, so god damn much.'
Gritting my teeth did well to smother my growls of irritation and anger.
It wasn't long before I went back to staring into the abyss encompassing the classroom, my thoughts awash and wavy under the constant title waves assaulting my mind, each one hitting harder than the last.
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Ms. Circle
Almost as soon as the school alarms blared; I issued the students one warning, "Ok you brats, listen up because I'm only going to tell you this once," I paused and took on a more sinister voice, "Move from your seats, and your dead, speak, and your dead, mess with the lights, and your dead, there will be no eating, drinking, or anything of the sorts while the drill is going on, and should you feel the need to undermine my warning, I will personally make sure the one's who do so are crucified, limbless and begging for death, Am I Understood?"
Not a peep was made to confirm.
"Good."
With my final words spoken, I bolted to the now-blocked door, the layers of sheet metal shining under the room's light.
Tucking one of my clawed hands under the sheet metal layers, I pulled up until the pulleys controlling them gave way to my brutal strength, my muscles barely straining under the door's weight, which was to be estimated to weigh up to two tons.
Heaving it high enough for me to crouch through, I flicked the light switch with my prosthetic arm, its form having laid stiff at my side until now, engulfing the room in chilling darkness that was only less than pitch black because of the blaring red lights emanating from the halls.
Letting the door fall shut, I bolted, the crash of its weight only catching up to me a few seconds later.
My spikey nest of black hair trailed behind me as I ripped through the halls, the wind crackling with disdain as it was forced to move too fast and too soon as my body mass barreled through it.
My boots fragmented each tile I ran on, and left imprints on each carpeted floor I ran through, windows shattered behind me as the wind cackled with hatred, my buttoned shirt lost a few buttons and my pants flickered in patterns like I was falling forward; the hall was a blur and I was why.
The obsidian slits that were my eyes were focused, tunnel-visioned ahead, my breaths were deep and powerful, and my arms tore through the air before the air could even recognize it had been moved.
I was a force of monstrous proportion ripping through reality, a being dead set on its mission to move forward, obstacles be damned.
As I ran, I slowly yet surely followed the sinister presence that I was to engage, its twisted and warped arua leaving even me feeling nervous; yet this only spurred my determination, leaving my body to speed up.
My body turned into nothing but a blur to anyone witnessing, before the wind's ferocious anger would inevitably deafen them, its sheer force tossing them like a piece of paper in a hurricane.
Drawing near, I did the opposite of what one would do when they closed in on their destination, I sped up, again.
Dropping lower, I started going quadrupedal, using my fingers to dig into the concrete before launching myself forward with as much force as my arms could give.
My shirt had since been ripped off, leaving me with nothing but my reinforced undershirt to hide my dignity, though that was an afterthought at the moment, and would be discarded entirely if it would secure me a victory.
It shouldn't have been a surprise when I caught up to her, and yet her face was quite the opposite, her blood-red eyes widening to previously unseen degrees.
Not even a fraction of a second after seeing her, I lurched forward, my massive form in comparison tackling her blackened body out of her sprint and through the exit doors, where she crashed into one of the larger trees sitting in the courtyard, its towering form toppling over from the force of the impact.
But I knew this wasn't over, and soon the monstrous beast would charge out like a raging inferno, something only I was capable of enduring.
One second went by, then another, and soon, a few more, yet there wasn't even a hushed whisper of rolling wind to show that she had moved, not a single spec of misplaced dust, and not even the expected scream of rage that would usually follow with our collisions.
After a minute of absolutely nothing, I bit back my tongue and cautiously approached, my guard raised to its absolute maximum.
With one last step, I stared down at the place that was supposed to be her crash site, my mind churning with anger and absolute horror, as laying in a puddle was a black mass of goo writhing and withering away.
My eyes widened in understanding, indignation, and raw furry as not a second later I was ripping through the school, my destination being the back doors, the only other place to leave the school, something she'd probably already done; but even so, I kept a desperate hope that I'd make it, that I was able to deal with her.
I wanted to cry.
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Alice
I grinned as I moved swiftly down the winding allys leading away from the school, memories not of my own collapsing into me, their inferior and weaker form melding with the original, giving me insight into what had gone down, and like a moth to a flame, she flew without thought, so enraptured with the clones overflowing malice that she tunnel visioned it; a flaw I was happy to use against her.
My grin became sadistic as I halted my maneuvering, my void-crowned form melding with the shadows of the ally I was in, their sudden appearance created by my artificial night, something the small crowd of people took in stride as they pointed and looked on in awe, oblivious to my lurking form drawing ever closer.
The intentional crunch of glass drew the necessary attention, and I was left with giddy hunger as the gazes of those who heard landed on my char-like body, my blood-red eyes like none had ever seen before gleaming with inpatients and yearning.
Everyone who saw me had their gazes and bodies filled with something incomprehensible, something so primal that not even their own bodies could identify it, but I could, and it made me elated to see it; a fear so primal that it predated life itself, the fear of nothingness, to not be, to not exist.
The screams started from there as my hunt began.
But with there being so many, I barely had time to play, my teeth gnashed, my arms ripped, and my legs crushed; a mass of tentacles constantly stretching from my back, stabbing ripping, and pulling apart.
Blood poured, it spilled, it splattered and flowed, my mass of darkness scarfing bodies by the dozens and gorging on the freely flowing blood by the gallons; I would have my fill, and no one could stop me, not a single damn soul in this place.
The massacre only lasted thirty minutes, and most of that was me just shoving chunks of flesh into my greedy maw, though I tried to take as many chunks as I could from the ones still alive, as their wails of agony were like music to my ears.
Standing up from my previously hunched position, I savored the red-dyed streets, the mass amounts of blood painting the walls, and what remains of the bodies I didn't eat strung up without care, seemingly tossed away with great force after their upper or lower half had been deemed an offense to the opposite.
One especially pleasing piece was the corpse of a young woman being held up by her intestines, the string of gore having been caught on a lamppost.
I could feel the sadistic smile framing my maw, its usual pitch form having been dyed red with the blood of my prey; the red lingered, giving brief definition to my teeth and tongue, things that were usually well-hidden in the darkness making up my body.
As I was turning to leave, a muffled cry rooted me in place; my sadistic pleasure rearing its malicious maw.
Turning to the noise, I found it radiating from an ally barely touched by my massacre, and that was something I took great offense with; a sadistic grin split my face, revealing the rapidly disappearing stains of blood, their forms dissipating enough to reveal the darkness lurking beneath.
Walking towards the whimpers, I melded with the shadows, my form becoming nigh invisible, and my gaze unnerving, my neer pure red orbs only able to be identified as eyes with the black rings that lingered in their center.
Rapidly approaching, I was met with the sight of a young boy, curled into a ball against the ally wall, his shaking frame doing him no favors in muffling his cries.
My eyes narrowed further in expectation as I approached.
Crouching down as quietly as I could, I closed in, my eyes as red as roses breaching what would be considered to close before I let out the most sickening and spine-shaking growl I could.
In an instant, the boy froze, his shaking and whimpering seizing.
Slowly, like a prisoner hearing their death sentence, his golden gaze rose, before dilating to dots as he stared into mine; a silence ensued, but only for the briefest of seconds, as the boy's cry of fear edged me on.
I wanted to hear more, more of his fear, more of his agony, more of his pain.
He tried to get up, to run, but I didn't let him, as my grip came to find his leg, which was subsequently crushed, as slowly, and as painfully as possible, the splintering of his still-growing bones calling out to me like the most divine of songs.
He screamed and wailed, transparent tears running down his face, his other leg desperately kicking at my hand, trying to free himself to no end.
Using my other arm, I gripped the lower part of his leg before slowly pulling my hands away from each other, his wails actually growing louder as a result.
Eventually, what little muscle kept his leg attached gave out, and with a sickening tear, the leg came free, fragments of bone scattering to the ground along with the newly detached leg.
With it, went my enjoyment, as his wails ceased to be, his body having fallen into unconsciousness due to shock.
Scoffing, I stood, my form coming closer to his head.
Lifting my foot, I laid it down on his skull before slowly applying pressure, the eventual sound of his skull giving way as my foot was shoved into what little brain matter he had developed so far.
Pulling it free, I was about to walk away when the clone I left with the girl sent me a signal of distress, it's being communicating its inevitable failure to keep itself together with what little sustenance it was given.
I was about to discard the worry, as I planned to head back now, but the mention of sustenance got me thinking, didn't the girl need to eat too...
Looking back at the fresh corpse I grinned, that would do.
Walking back, I grabbed the corpse's arm before pulling, its form easily succumbing to my strength; after eating the bones, skin, and hand, I felt satisfied, the muscle was intact, a rather healthy meal if I did say so myself.
With little effort, I leaped away from the massacre, my stomach satiated, and my mind churning with a primal satisfaction that left me with butterflies, a single tentacle close behind holding my gift.
My excitement eventually got the better of me, leaving me to forgo my stealth in favor of my speed; something that drastically increased with my lack of grace, my once light steps leaving dipped pockets of concrete shattered and splintered divots of wood, the shingles of most roofs doing well in hiding the damage from anything short of an in-depth inspection.
But that wasn't my problem, nor was it in my spectrum to care about, so I pushed forward, reaching the school in record time.
I wasn't surprised when my landing was met with the immediate glare of hatred pulsing off of the cat teacher wielding a prosthetic, her fist clenched, ready for any confrontation that she thought I would cause.
After standing in silence for a moment, a grin of challenge broached my face, "Cat Lady."
The lady scoffed, "Alice."
My grin widened, "You seem especially hospitable today; going as far as to greet me at the doors, not another soul in sight."
The sight of her eyes dilating to slits of pure rage had me grinning like a madman, it wasn't often I could get under her skin like this, so I imagine I'd done something before today's hunt that had set off her fuse; what that could be was beyond me, but I thanked my past self for the opportunity anyways.
She didn't bother with banter, "Get back to your gilded cage you psychopath, or else..."
The threat lingered, and I knew from experience that the Cat Lady's threats were anything but hot air.
That wasn't to say I couldn't deal with her if I had to, but even I wasn't blind enough to realize what I'd have to do to achieve the victory.
Not a few seconds later, I was walking, the Cat lingering behind to make sure I was put back where they thought I belonged, my room, filled with nothing but darkness, and my newly found property.
Truly, a gilded cage.
Glancing back, I made contact with the Lady's obsidian gaze, the slits as they were narrowing further under my curiosity.
Smirking slightly, I called out, "You call my place a gilded cage, yet I'm curious, do you see your own?"
She didn't bother to answer, her only sign of acknowledgment being the ever-growing scowl painting her lips.
I don't know what I did to make her so irritable and emotional, but whatever it was, I wanted to do it again; to see the Cat Lady so chaotic and slightly unpredictable was like giving a child a treat that most definitely did not deserve.
But, the spectacle was cut short when we made it to my wing, its chambers holding my door, something we soon came upon.
The Cat Lady stopped a distance back, likely knowing I could draw excess energy from the room beyond my door.
Not wanting to leave on a sore note, I paused just in front of my room before turning to gaze at her lingering form, and with the biggest and brightest smile that hid my foul intentions, I roared back, "Until Next Time, Cat Lady!"
With that, I entered my room without fanfare, leaving the likely irritated character behind, her form disappearing behind my door as it was pulled closed by a tentacle.
Walking over to the girl and my clone, I found myself once again admiring that ass, my temptation once again rearing its head; with the difference this time being I had no reason not to give in, to at least indulge in a few nibbles and caresses.
With my mind made, I strode over, dispersing the clone so that I could take hold of my prize, my reward for a hard day's work.
The girl seemed to mumble some kind of discontent in the loss of my clone, but she quickly quieted when I took a spot behind her, my arm acting as her new pillow while my other made its way down her back and close to her primary entrance.
Pulling her closer, I pressed my covered breasts up against her back, the rest of my body molding into a big spoon that enveloped most of the girl's available backside, my clothes doing well in keeping a respectable barrier over my ever-growing lust.
Drawing in the tentacle holding the gored arm, I withdrew my arm from down under and took it from its grasp, where I began to rip, tearing a tiny piece off that I then set near the girl's mouth, my other arm which was acting as her pillow holding the piece steady for her.
But seeing no reaction, I drew it closer, its soaking red visage coming into contact with her lips; it wasn't immediately able to draw a reaction, but it wasn't long before her instincts of self-preservation reacted, her mouth parting enough for the piece to be pushed in, something I did with great elation.
There was something so satisfying watching her enacting my way of eating, her slow chews as if she were trying to savor it, and the blood leaking from the corners of her mouth; it was absolutely breathtaking.
Ripping another piece off, I drew it closer again, and as expected, she did the same thing, it was almost better than playing with her, almost.
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Narration
Outside, the artificial night lifted, the red lights stopped blaring and the students were let free, most unaware of the massacre that happened not even ten minutes ago.
Oliver, Engel, and co needed assistance from their teacher to reel up the broken pully system, so that they could leave the confines the sheet door had locked them into, but that would be sorted by Ms. Grace later after the damages done to the school were tallied and counted.
It was safe to say, despite it being in the best interest of the school, Ms. Circle's accidental damage would have her pay docked for a month or two.
For some, this was the worst night ever, for others like Ms. Thavle, the night couldn't have gone more swimmingly, as not a single staff or student was lost in the chaos.
It was truly a night to behold.