[b][u]The Hunter 9:30 PM Dojoville, an older district[/u][/b] [i]The moon rose over the cobblestone streets, which were empty and dark. It illuminated them, and shadows of bare trees hung over the district. It had been very quiet and peaceful, until the silence was suddenly broken. Footsteps tapped along the concrete and stone, which echoed out into the empty roads. A mysterious figure moved quickly and with purpose through the streets. They wore a black dress and hood. It was a woman, and she clung tightly to her cloak as she ran. Some of the dead leaves below her crunched under her footsteps, only giving away her position more to whatever she ran from. Further down the street, following her was yet another person, however this one was a man. He wore a leather coat and mask. His steps also echoed out, but less so, as if there was a patience or discipline to it. The pursuer, however, took a slight detour through the streets, which the woman did not notice. She quickly turned into a a small opening between two houses where she thought she would be safe. The woman leaned down and caught her breath as fast as she could so that she might keep silent. She peered out from behind one of the houses toward the street she was just on. In the bright moonlight, she could see no one out there, nor could she hear anything. She sighed a sigh of relief at her false sense of safety and turned back into the alley. She rested her back on one of the walls. Suddenly, a loud, sharp snap broke the silence. In the split second that it sounded out, the woman turned to see nothing a shadow in the distance and a small bolt flying towards her. The bolt struck her in the side and she wailed in pain as it did. Before another sound could be made, the shadow dashed out across the open street towards her, revealing the man in the leather jacket. A swift tackle brought the woman down, and he forced her mouth shut.[/i] “Don’t say another word, fiend!” [i]He whispered angrily.[/i] “Your time has come, no more playing the victim!” [i]She managed to open her mouth for just a moment, screaming,[/i] “Please someone help”! [i]He forced her mouth shut again and then held his ace to her throat.[/i] “I said no more!” [i]With quick movement, he brought a crossbow bolt from his belt and thrusted it into her chest, piercing her heart as it went in. Her covered mouth unleashed a muffled, demonic scream. He then sent the axe down into her neck, and chopped her head off. There, in the dark, the red glow of her eyes became faint and then went out. He retracted the axe and her body began to crumble into dust. The man stood back up, leaving the dust of the body to blow away on its own while collected his materials. He rose and entered back into the moonlight flooded street. He hoped no one saw what had happened there.[/i] [spoiler]Open, intro[/spoiler]