Hunter's Game-Chapter Two
Ugh, sorry 'bout the wait. Keyboard still blows, so pardon misspelling. Yeah. That's actually how we act.
Hunters Game
Chapter 2
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~Michael Stone, Journalist~
Two weeks had passed since the 'incident' and the Kingsley Mall in the Shopping District, and yet the hype hadn't dissapeared, not in the least. A wave of terror and wonder had bloomed in Eastbrooke and spread across the world. What where these things, why were they here? Are they hostile? Are they friendly? These, and many more answers were the entire reason Michael Stone had come to this press conference. The room was jam-packed,and The Humans were being show to the world, to be interviewed and questioned, since their 'victims' had been squeezed dry of all information they possessed. Those who had been involved in the incident were one of three things. First off, aout a third were terrified that they would be attacked as a security guard on duty had been. More had been assaulted in the 'Humans' escape, but those people had been shoved and throw out of the way, and the guard had been reported to have had his pants down at the time. He also wasn't supposed to be that attractive, so the humans may have been frightened by the display. Second, some were extremely paranoid that the humans were scouts for a full invasion. It was mostly whack-jobs and tinfoil wearing loonys that believed this, but none could say that it definately wasn't a possibility. The humans had come from nowhere, and were whisked off to Gods know where afterwards. Some said they had been hauled up to the military base up the coastfor experimenting and reasearch, while others said they had been detained in the police department for questioning. Whispers had even suggested that they were now the Hunters pets, which was insane. Anyone caught by the Hunters were never seen again. The third group was only trying to milk the situation for what it was worth, faking injuries and blaming the police force for them, while others were trying to get their names in the papers as much as possible, selling and sending along false information about the humans. With all this going on, anything besides the hard facts was under scrutiny.
What was known is that there were four humans, two male, two female. Upon their arrival, one female had been rendered unconscious when a shopping cart they had been riding in had hit a security booth, causing her to fly forward and strike her head against one of the booth walls. They were capable of speech and rational thinking, shown by one of the males leading an escape while the other female had picked up the unconscious one on her back and fled the scene. Aside from these facts, what else was known about them was merely on their appearance and clothing. A door opened up in the back left corner of the room, rookies snapping pictures already, even though it was only two security guards that had came out. Following close behind were the people of the hour, the Humans, followed by two more armed guards. Flashes of cameras, paired with voices and questions. It was typical, the informants hand't even had their butts in their seats yet, but it was time to get to work. The large black male led the way, had a bald head, black wifebeater and a valuable, thick gold chain. Camo sagging cargo pants, held around his hips by a black belt, with a silver buckle in the shape of dice. The smallest female followed behind, an expression of glee on her face, eyes shining with wonder behind thin rimmed glasses. A simple, loose longsleeved red shirt and blue pants that had been cut into ridiculously short shorts. She was plain in comparison to the second female, who stode in after her. A tight white spaghetti string top, paired with a black and grey miniskirt with short chain suspenders. If that wasn't enough to get a few tails wagging, she wore black fishnet stockings on legs that just went on forever until reaching black hightops. Her face had a few touches of makeup, her long blonde hair giving off a near glow, one bang pinned to the side, with the other drapped lightly over the left side of her face. All in all, a drop dead, knockout of a beauty. Up next came the last human, strolling in slowly at his own pace, and from what was gathered, the leader. A plaid dark red button up, top button let undone, blue jeans and a necklace with some kind of fang. A black cowboy hat was hanging down his back by a string from his neck. Blonde hair offset hazel eyes. The hat was strange with the others, but what made this one so interesting was that over his ears were large headphones, and from Michaels front row seat, he could hear the dull techno sound. They sat down in the order they came in, the youngest female looking around attentively, the muscular male waiting stoically, the second female nspecting her nails, and the last male with his feet up on the table, headphones over his ears, and hat now on his head covering his eyes. "Ladies and gentlemen, we may now begin the conference."
No sooner had those words been said than every writer and journalist in the rom began shouting to get the humans attention. The first thr quickly talked among themselves, before the first female spoke. "Yes, you, in the bargin bin discount outfit. No, the one in the third row, second from the right." she specified, when some furs had quickly inspected their clothing. A female panther stood up. "Ummmm...well let's start things off simply, who are all of you?" It was a rudmentary question. There was nothing genuinely known about the humans, and it worked...for an amateur.
"You mean an explination of ourselves? Well....I'm Julie. Julie Maddock. I'm seventeen, and a senior in highschool. Does that work?" The blonde female said, sitting down as the next female stood up, trying to hold back a smile, and failing. "Alessa! Alessa Ritter! Sixteen, and a junior! I'm happy to meet all of you!" As she sat down, the black male leaned forward, speaking clearly and loudly into the microphone. "My name's Dante Baer, I am eighteen and a senior. and the slumbering wastrel one the end, well, you can just call him Stray. He's eighteen, surprisingly, a senior as well. I would like to say, on behalf of all of us, that we appriciate your warm hospitality, and look forward to a mutual learning experience." For a journalist like Michael, just simply how they introduced themselves said a bit about them. The first female, seemed to think clothes said alot about an individual, and Dante was well educated, despite being dressed like a thug. He didn't seem to have an excess of respect for his friend 'Stray' on the end, and Alessa seemed to be a walking ball of suagr and sunshine. The one they called Stray though-he just liked techno music and cowboy clothes-according to his boots and hat. With the formalities out of the way, the real interviewing began.
Two hours passed, and nearly everything was revealed about the humans. They were from a world where there were no Furs, only animals and humans. They didn't fully understand how they arrived here, but were investigating a local urban myth-that people had seen hellish holographic monsters at times, though there was no undeniable proof of it. Beyond the ramblings of drunk and druggies anyways. Stray-ever the cause of their misadventures stole a shopping cart from a nearby grocer and convinced the others to ride down a hill nearby. They saw the 'monsters' as they collided with it, and next thing they knew they had hit the security cubicle. They had panicked when they first arrived, Alessa was unconscious, they were surrounded by being who may as well have been demons from hell for all they knew. Stray led their escape with one of two extendable batons, and in all of their minds it was by far the smartest choice. Dante had also revealed that the batons were a collaborative piece between himself and an 'artisan' in their area. They could combine to form telescopic nunchaku by the strings at their bottom-apparently Stray had a thing for martial art movies. While Julie, Dante and Alessa answered questions, Stray just snoozed at his end of the table. Almost everything important had been addressed-with the exception of the elephant in the room. Were they hostile to furs? The next journalist-if you could even call him that, wanted an answer.
"'Ey, Jacob Smith with the Ponderer, and I'm directing this question to the leader of your little group, Stray! Could you get his attention for me?" Great. The Ponderer was a load of garbage, that only lived to spread rumors and slander officials. And Jacob Smith was its top mudslinger. As the three humans mouthed the word 'leader' to eachother in confusion, Julie gave Stray a shove, getting his attention on Jacob. He slid his hat back down around his neck, and made his headphones follow suit. "Howdy, what can I do for ya?" He said, leaning back in his chair, sounding slightly irked he had to remove his headphones. "Jacob Smith, with the Ponderer. Now I want to address the BIG problem. You humans showed nothing but violence to us innocent furs since you arrived, and juding b your tone, you have nothing but contempt for us! So my question is, are you here to scout us out for a larger atack force?!" Most everyone in the room laughed, Dante was angry, Alessa confused, and Julie distraught. "Stray, no! Good first impressions-THIS IS ON A GLOBAL SCALE!" She said, pleading with the young man who had a slowly growing grin on his face. Without warning, he shoved the chair back and lept onto the table, and began to pace down it.
"Ahhh, so ya saw right through us, y'pathetic mortal? Yup, we're a Sleeper Cell, meant t'come here an' raise all Holy Hell!" he punctuated the sentence with a loud, excited whoop, and turned on his heel while he paced back again. "Now, the Mother Ship wasn't meant t'interfere until we completed the Ultimate High Primary Objective-of getting yer weak, uncivilized species to bow to the unsurmountable MIGHT an' WISDOM or the Klackklarian EMPIRE!!! Your women'll be our sexual slaves! Your children the subjects of our painful testin', and the rest'll work 'til they DIE!" No one was laughing now, and there were looks of horror on nearly everyones face, with the exception of Jacob, who was scribbling all this down with gusto. "But now that ya uncovered us, the Mother Ship'll get the fleet of GOOJOO HEAVY RUINERS-five MILLION strong-HERE ASAP! YER FATES'RE SEALED! LONG LIVE SHAMBLOOG! LONG LIVE-ah! FUCK! Shit Julie, I need that kidney!" Stray said, falling off the table as the blonde female hit him square in his lower side.
"I apologise for my friends stupidity. Stray's an embarrassment at times, but he's a good guy, but he acts in ways most people don't find amusing. It might've been funny with better timing!" Dante said, doing his best to calm the murmuring crowd. "I'm sorry all, but this conference is over. We would like to assure you all that Stray's rambling was total and complete fiction!" One of the guards said, now beginning to escort the humans out, helping Stray up off the ground and separated from Julie. With a sigh Michael stood up, he had gotten all he needed-and if the outburst was any judge of what was coming, these humans would make things pretty interesting.