Nightwalkers Part 2
#2 of Nightwalkers.
Nightwalkers By: Darkfang Magus. Part 2. * * * Nightwalker's Lament. We are the feral ones, whose days have reached their twilight. If our freedom shall never come, forever will we remain creatures of midnight. In the cold dead of dusk, where desperate hope falters. Now shadows of what once was, only few remain of the Nightwalkers. Night 4. Kitty begrudgingly opens her eyes. The afternoon sunlight slowly comes into focus. Her bedsheets are twisted about. Glass litters the floor. Kitty sits and rubs her eyes for a moment, trying to take it all in. Memories of her nighttime encounter come flooding back. She pulls back her sheets to find no fur, but rather bare skin. I couldn't have imagined it. The broken window and blood on the sheets are proof of that. She glances at the clock. 5:32 is etched onto the display. Yawning deeply, she trudges to the bathroom. While the shower heats up, she looks at herself in the mirror. 'You've finally done it Kitty', her reflection tells her. "Done what?" 'You have lost your mind. If you don't find it soon, I don't know what we are going to do.' "I have not", she retorts, "I am not imagining anything". 'You're talking to a mirror aren't you?' Her reflection answers pompously. Enraged that a mere doppelganger had gotten the better of her, Kitty pulls the top off a conditioner bottle and douses the glass thoroughly. Nodding approvingly, she steps into the shower. Kitty begins to lather her body up. Her hands spend more time at her breasts with each pass. The nipples stand out, and are extremely sensitive to the touch. More insistently, she rubs at her nipples. Coming back to herself, Kitty pulls her hands away. She had never been a fan of masturbation or anything of the like before. Now though, she desperately wanted to feel her own body. Trying to focus on other things, Kitty grabs a safety razor, and proceeds to shave her legs. The blade slides across her skin, leaving it silky smooth. Humming happily, she lets the water rain down on her, as she soaps her legs up. In her bedroom, there is a small click as the door unlocks. The hinge creaks quietly, and the intruder eases the door open. A blue eye can briefly be seen looking through the door crack. Kitty grabs her razor again, and finishes with her legs. She carefully trims her pubic hair, before putting away the shaver. Her finger slides easily across the silky shaved skin. Tentatively, she brushes her labia. Seeing no one in the room, Quicksilver enters quietly. Barely audible creaks resound from her leather clad body. She stands near the door in case she needs to escape. Her platinum-blue eyes scan the broken glass strewn on the floor. To her left she hears the patter of Kitty's shower. There is another sound too. She stealthily eases her way closer. Is she humming?. Quicksilver's thumb releases the safety on her handgun. Kitty's hums fade into moans, as she gently caresses her pussie. Her wet hair is strewn about her face, as the steaming water falls upon her scalp. Kitty brushes her bangs clear of her eyes. Her hands seem to know what she wants. They tease and pet her sex. Quicksilver lifts her gun in front of her as she takes the bathroom doorknob in her hand. In one well-practiced movement, she opens the door and aims her gun. Kitty sees a movement in the corner of her eye. She turns to find an armed woman stepping into the room. Kitty's pivot sends her off balance. She catches the shower curtain, but still falls over the side of the tub, to land at the intruder's feet. The showerhead is yanked by the curtain, causing it to cast a spray of water into the room. "Where is he?" Quicksilver asks while aiming her gun at Kitty's forehead. Drops of water are bouncing off her leather outfit, and soaking into her hair. "Who?" Kitty's heart races threatening to jump out of her chest. "The man you met last night". "Man? Shadow..." Kitty can barely attempt to think straight, "I don't know where he is". Kitty jumps when the gun fires, disintegrating the tile next to her head. "The next one goes into your sweet little face" There is no visible emotion or change in Quicksilver's expression as she interrogates the frightened girl. "I don't know", Kitty sobs. Self-consciously she tries to cover her body with her hands. "Are you sure?" Quicksilver places the smoking-hot barrel to Kitty's forehead. Kitty does not even answer this time. Her sobs merely intensify, as she curls up with her eyes closed shut. Quicksilver pulls the gun back and thinks for a moment. She is probably telling the truth... Killing her will only hinder me for now. It would be best to let her lead me to him. Her mind made up, Quicksilver exits the room, without a word. Kitty cries for several more minutes before opening her eyes. To her surprise, the assailant is nowhere to be found. It takes her nearly an hour to get up enough courage to leave for work. Every car she sees in her rear view mirror, is a suspect to her. Just hold yourself together Kitty, maybe it was a dream. A really bad dream. ** The dark-haired boy lived in the forest for a week before the Kanin found him. The wolf beasts, or Kanin as they called themselves, were much like his own feline people. Yet, they lacked the ability to take on a human form. They could only go from four legged canines to their anthropomorphic Kanin forms. The dark-haired boy attempted to flee but was caught easily. Though he looked human, they could tell by his scent that he was Catrai. Years passed during which he lived among the Kanin. He quickly learned to interpret their language, but never spoke. He could not be part of the pack; his differences were too vast. Over time, he learned to change his physical appearance. His feral attribute was that of a tiger. Most of his days were spent in his tiger form, never interacting with the pack. He also could morph to a human form. Looking human served no purpose in the woods, thus his human side was rarely seen. He quickly took heed of the only rules of the wild, take what you want, and protect what you need. If you do not need it enough for you to protect it, then another will take it. His time with the pack ended with a terrible lesson. Love can create anything, but lust can only destroy. His lust, for a Kanin female, drove him to take her in his arms. Not being of their kind, his forbidden pleasure was punishable by death. Life seemed to be the only thing he had for his own. When they tried to take it, he realized something. Though he might have wanted the love and companionship of the pack, the only thing he needed was life. His life was something he protected at the expense of all who threatened him. The fallen bodies of his former companions are stark proof of what he is capable of doing. In shame, he left the woods. No place remained for him amidst the trees. His place would be among the humans. Perhaps there, he thought he might find the answers he sought. No longer does a dark-haired boy exist, nor a creature of the pack. He becomes a nameless stranger seeking meaning in a life he doesn't want, but desperately needs.** For the first night in weeks, the stranger wakes without a scream. He brushes the grime off his body, as he stumbles to his feet. All memories of the night's dream are gone by the time he exits the building. The shadow hops onto a ledge overhanging the street. I don't know why I care, but I need to see that girl again. There is something about her that intrigues me. Amid his thoughts, a twitch goes through his right arm, subtle at first but growing ever stronger. He clenches his left hand around his bicep. After a few long deep breaths, the shaking stops. Need to get some meds. It wouldn't be a bad idea to find some clothing either. The sky steadily grows darker, as night glides in. The stranger looks over his shoulder anxiously, as he pulls open the loading bay door at the rear of a convenience store. Seeing no threats, he slips inside. His movements are smooth, betraying his catlike nature. A jack-O-lantern greets him in the loading bay. It's hideously disfigured face is the product of blight and rot. "Forget her". The shadow crouches and scans the room, "Who's there. "Have you forgotten your job?" He narrows his eyes at the pumpkin. Nerve spasms shake his slack arm, as he approaches the orange smirking face. "You are nothing more than a lost little boy." "I know exactly where I am, and what I am doing. His clenched teeth grind under his jaws, (The sound is like a body being dragged through gravel). "You don't even know your own name". The pumpkin's grin grows wide as it begins to cackle. "Shut it", his hand comes down with such force that not only is the pumpkin crushed, but the crate under in is destroyed. When his mind rights itself, he pulls his fist from the slimy mess. Kneading his forehead, the shadow heads into the store. The fingers on his right hand spasm irregularly while he heads to the pharmaceuticals section. The stranger vaults over the counter, and surveys the ivory army of pill-bottles. There is insufficient light for him to read the lables, so he closes his eyes and concentrates for a moment. When he opens them, he is the shadow again. The darkness is like a monochrome daylight to his feline eyes. Scanning the shelves, he spots what he needs. "Ah, diazepam. This should do the trick." He drops two tablets into his palm, and then dry-swallows them. A couple of minutes later, the tremors cease. He leaves the bottle on the counter while going to gather some clothing. Various Halloween decorations adorn the isles alongside shelves through which he drifts. He collects some Jeans, Boots, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. The shadow is busily trying to figure out how to tie his laces, when he senses another's presence. Lying with his back to the wall, he listens to the intruder's approaching footsteps. In the gloom of a shirt-rack, he is nearly invisible. The intruder's foot lands next to his hand. The shadow rises in one fluid movement, claws unsheathed. He hooks his razor claws into the man's throat, and then yanks his hand back. Trying to scream, but no longer possessing a voice-box, the man falls backwards. He gurgles halfheartedly for a moment, but soon goes limp. The shadow licks his paw clean while surveying his handiwork. Interestingly, the man does not appear to be carrying a gun, in fact, he is middle aged and quite out of shape. On the front of his polo shirt, a blood-streaked nametag exclaims, "HELLO, my name is HENRY, how can I help you." Assassins don't wear polo shirts, the stranger thinks offhandedly, as he stares for a moment. The hint of a crazed smile hangs painted at the corners of his mouth. They certainly might wear nametags, but never polo shirts. He heads to the counter and grabs his pills. On his way out of the store, he steps over the fallen body. "Hello, my name is Henry, how can I help you", he says quietly, as he reads the nametag again. "I am having trouble finding a certain girl, can you help?" Henry gives no answer. "Oh well, thanks anyway." The stranger heads out into the street, animatedly whistling Oh Susana.** Four men and one woman enter a dimly lit boardroom. The room is cold and lifeless, much like the hearts of those who sit around the table. "Quicksilver can no longer be trusted", the man at the head of the table grumbles. "You five are to be her replacements". The rest of the withered old men mutter in assent. Papers are passed around and signed by each member. "This is all you need to know about your targets", the assassins are handed a stack of paperwork. Among the sheets, are dossiers on Quicksilver, Katrina Mien, and John Validus. * * *
Humanity Protection Agency. Security level 5. Agent Quicksilver. - Sex - Female
POB - France.
DOB - December, 3, 1985.
Height - 5'11"
Weight - 115 lbs
Build - Light
Eye Color - Platinum-blue
Hair Color - Platinum-blue
Scars & Marks - None
Species - Lioness
Coat Color - Silver
Occupation - Assassin
Aliases - None
Abilities - Confirmed Light distortion (Near invisibility).
Comments - Professional killer. Carries two guns: a Custom Colt .45 with Essex frame, and fourteen round clip (Sometime loaded with armor piercing rounds, but usually hollowpoints); and A fully custom, carbon fiber .38 cal loaded with modified whisper rounds. Silencer on the .38 is good for about eight shots, (equivalent to one clip of ammunition). Trained in all known forms of martial arts. Black belt in tae kwon do, judo, and considered a master in the Dait..-ry..« Aiki-j..«jutsu form of aikido. 187 confirmed kills plus 45 unconfirmed. Has no knowledge of the agency's involvement with her contracts.
Caution - Considered heavily armed and extremely dangerous. Do not confront without ample backup. * * *
Humanity Protection Agency. Security level 4. John Validus. - Sex - Male
POB - Georgia, USA.
DOB - April, 12, 1990.
Height - 5'11"
Weight - 205 lbs
Build - Muscular
Eye Color - Black
Hair Color - Black
Scars & Marks - None
Species - Tiger
Coat Color - Grey, with Black Tiger Stripes
Occupation - NA
Aliases - None
Abilities - Unconfirmed Psychic
Comments - Knows that the agency is searching for him. Wears a heat-stained silver cross.
Caution - Considered to be armed and extremely dangerous. Individual is a sociopath, shows signs of psychosis, paranoid schizophrenia, and severe manic depression. Lethal force advised, suspect knows key information about the agency. * * *
Humanity Protection Agency. Security level 1. Katrina Mien. - Sex - Female
POB - Chicago, Illinois.
DOB - June, 10, 1992.
Height - 5'6"
Weight - 140 lbs
Build - Slim
Eye Color - Gold
Hair Color - Blond
Scars & Marks - None
Species - Jaguar
Coat Color - Unknown
Occupation - Stripper
Aliases - Kitty
Abilities - Confirmed Pyrokinesis.
Comments - Paternal oddity. Mother: female human. Father: male jaguar. Ability to transform is currently unconfirmed. Under surveillance at all times. A good harmless test subject for learning the habits of these creatures. * * * "Are we to eliminate Agent Quicksilver?" , The female assassin queries. "Yes!" A man at the table thinks back to the days when he trained Quicksilver as a cadet. It was not until later that they discovered her association with the beasts. A very narrow vote had saved her life. All of this, she was ignorant to. She believed her secret to be safe, she thought that she worked for several agencies, but the men at this boardroom controlled all of them. If she were to turn against them, her skills could pose a problem. Grinding his teeth, the withered man speaks, "It is time to snip off all of our loose ends."** The still sheet of fog hanging over the road is pulled asunder as a Mercury Cougar charges down the highway. The driver is unfocused; her car veers to the edge of the pavement. Earsplitting music is interrupted by a news report on the radio. "Thirty minutes ago at a Value Mart, an employee was apparently attacked by wild dogs." Amid the static, the reporter continues. "There is no evidence to link this attack with gang activity, but officials are warning citizens to be on the lookout for roaming animals. Currently the victim, Henry Rahel, is in intensive care, but expected to live." Kitty is relieved when the music returns. The drumbeat hammers her ears, impeding her thoughts. She turns up the knob. I don't need to think, not about wild animals not about crazy women who attack you and then leave without a sound. Nothing... Just get yourself to work Kitty. Everything will seem clear by then. Kitty pulls into her spot at the club. Above her, the sign for The Lusty Lounge portrays a pair of kissing pole dancers. The sign's pink glow, lights her form as she exits the vehicle. Kitty locks the car door, and then turns toward a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Standing right in front of her is some crazy looking man. "Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me!" Kitty holds a hand to her palpitating chest. Having someone pop up in front of her was the last thing she needed after her little scare in the bathroom. "What's your name?" the stranger asks, smiling eerily. "Kitty", she answers quickly while sidestepping him. "I need to tell you something." "Maybe later", Kitty calls back, as she rushes to the door of the building. Once the door is safely closed behind her, she slides down it, breathing deeply. "Who let all the crazies out anyway?" Though still nervous, Kitty heads to the dressing rooms. She is finishing with her makeup, when the manager knocks on her door. Bemoaning her luck, Kitty lets him in. "I knew you would forget, so I took the opportunity to pick out a costume for you", He smiles as he hands a pile of cloth to her. "Costume... What for?" "Tonight is Halloween. All the dancers are supposed to dress for the occasion. Didn't get the E-mail did you?" "Umm..." Kitty finds herself unwilling to tell him that the money she had been given to purchase a PC, had gone into a new set of tires for her car. "Well here, get dressed quick, we open in three minutes. You are supposed to be the first one on the floor; you wouldn't want to disappoint the customers would you?" Kitty takes the garments, but waits for him to leave before she dresses. I may be a stripper, but not until I am out there. Minutes later, she stands behind a velvet curtain, waiting for her cue. A screaming guitar backs up the lonesome beat of a drum, and the drapes slide open. The curtains reveal a smiling beauty dressed in witches robes and a matching black hat. Inside though, she is scowling. A witch, I can't believe it, he made me dress up as a witch! She struts onto the stage, amid the catcalls that rise from the crowd. I wonder if this has anything to do with our dispute the other day. . Resigned to her fate, Kitty looks up to the stage lights, her eyes lidded. She begins to dance. At the front of the club, the stranger from the parking lot passes the ticket booth on his way in. "Hey buddy there is an entrance fee!" A restraining hand falls on his shoulder. Shrugging it off, the stranger steps inside. He is so mesmerized by Kitty's dance, that he barely notices the team of bouncers rushing towards him. Kitty looks down to the crowd, just great, the creep came inside. She watches the bouncers lift him off his feet. "Leggo" he demands, but the men ignore his protests. "So chum, you like steroids huh?" he quips to the muscle-bound man holding his left arm. His voice is calm, as if he is having a chat with old friends. "Want to know an interesting fact... There are two-hundred and six bones in the human body", he looks the man straight in the eye. "But you are special", he speaks into the man's mind. With a quick movement of his wrist, he snaps the man's arm. "You now have two-hundred and seven bones". Kitty offhandedly hears the scream of her co-worker, but her attention is focused on the man who is currently beating on the second bouncer. He somehow seems familiar. After the second man is left splayed out on the floor, blood running freely from his nose, the stranger wipes his hands clean on his jeans. She continues to dance, but her attention stays focused on the man who is edging his way through the crowd toward her. She doesn't recognize me! The stranger closes his eyes and concentrates on the beast within. His teeth elongate, his tongue becomes rough, and fur sprouts out of his skin. The shadow looks to the stage. "What is your name". He never speaks, but Kitty hears him nonetheless. "Kitty, my name is Kitty." She doesn't even notice the crowd anymore; her dance is for him. Her hips sway, causing the cape to flutter. Legs splayed, Kitty grips the pole for support as she leans low to the ground. Neck arched, she glides upward, but notices something amiss. Soft fur coats her hands. Standing in the crowd, the shadow watches Kitty take on her feral form. The crowd notices nothing. The fools think it is part of the show. When the transformation is complete, she slides the cape off her shoulders. Deep red lipstick lines the wicked smile she gives him as she grabs the zipper at the front of her costume. She pulls it downward, revealing creamy white fur between her breasts and down her abdomen. At the edges of the opening, a hint of each aureole is visible. Her hips sway lewdly causing her left nipple to be visible for a brief moment. Kitty pulls the zippers down to her crotch, revealing pink satin panties. Carefully balanced on spiked heels, she spreads her fishnet-clad legs. Never taking her eyes off him, she trails her tongue between her breasts, then down her belly, before taking hold of her panties with her teeth. Murring, she pulls her head up ripping the satin free. Surrounded by the silken fur of her groin, the top edge of her pussie, and clit, sparkle in the stage light. She grabs the sides of her breasts, and kneads them through the fabric of her costume. Kitty's jaw-line contrasts starkly against the darkness of the club as she tilts her head back. Eyes closed, she lets the fabric slip from her shoulders. Her costume falls upon the floor, to the applause of the crowd. The shadow finds he too is clapping. "Great costume", several people yell. "Shadow, how did you find me here", Kitty whispers to herself. She begins to panther-crawl on the stage floor. Her tail sways to the beat of hollow drums. These feelings, so deep, so carnal; they take control whenever he is near. I have to have him within me again. Kitty growls deep in her throat, but the sound melts to a purr. Her sex churns with memories of the previous nights adventures. The shadow notices a faint aroma. He breathes deeply testing it, only recognizing too late the smell of pheromones. A pleasant sensation overcomes his body. Kitty, not here... it is dangerous. "If I don't get relief soon, I will be dangerous", Kitty calls down from the stage. She gyrates her hips, letting her tail sway brushing her labia. Again, she leans down running her rough tongue through her fur, between her breast, down her belly, and finally across her swollen sex. "Shadow, hurry". The wetness of her, leaves a trail from Kitty's nether lips to her mouth. The shadow's cock is painfully hard, tenting the crotch of his jeans. He feels himself drawn to the stage. Step by step, his resistance fades. Shrugging off his coat, he watches Kitty's tail slide into her sex. The crowd is wild, noisy, a droning sound that he ignores. What am I doing? Kitty slides her tail deeper, This is insane, I am definitely going to get fired. Soft fur on Kitty's tail tickles her clit. "Shadow", she cries weakly. Unbuckling his belt, the shadow alights upon the stage. His hard and heavily scarred hands caress Kitty's soft body. She purrs twining around him. Her legs brush his cock, as she stands at tiptoe to rub cheeks with him. "God Shadow, what is happening to me?" Kitty turns her back to him, gripping the pole tightly. With a wet sound, her tail slides free of her sex. Golden drops of Kitty's honey drip from the smooth fur. Before his eyes, her softly swaying tail, and slightly splayed legs betray her innermost needs. The shadow lays his hands on her shoulders, "My sweet kitten..." Kitty closes her eyes, her back arches sharply, as her legs spread wide. Any sense of modesty is long gone; all that remains is a desperate lust. The sound and sight of the crowd seems to spin around her. Some cheer, some stand in shock, aghast. The shadow grips her around the middle, pulling her lithe body to him. His fangs sink into her tender fur. His hand on her breast pulses with her heartbeat. Kitty stares down in shame at the shocked crowd. She reaches between her legs, bringing her fingertips past her swollen labia. Tentatively, she unzips his jeans, and releases his twitching penis and churning balls. Her hand goes down to caress her legs. Kitty is amazed by how limber her body has become. She can feel Shadow's feline cock brush her lower lips insistently. Her eyes watch as he parts her sex, then drives into her. When he hilts to her cervix, she casts her head upward, and breathes shallowly, lips slightly parted. The shadow feels her body become stiff beneath him as he begins mating. The manager appears at his side, attempting to interfere. The shadow dismounts and grabs the man under his arms. His claws slide out sinking into the screaming man's flesh. With a growl of frustration, he flings him across the room. Tuning back, he looms over Kitty. Crimson blood drips from his paws. "This is insane. You could have killed him". Kitty attempts to stand, but is held in Shadow's unyielding grip. She writhes harder, but cannot break loose. "You started this, now we are going to finish!" "No. We're in public; this is wrong". Her hands slip from the pole. With a dull thunk, she falls to her elbows, on the dance floor. Still gripping her around the waist. The shadow is enticed by her wriggling rump, which presses against his cock. Roaring deeply, he drives his feline member back into her soft channel. The stage lights beat down on Kitty's prone form. In disgrace, her mind wants him to stop, but her body beckons him to continue. Her golden eyes scan the room. Many of the patrons had decided things were getting out of hand, and chose to leave. Others though, still thought it was part of the show. "Kitty, just let the animal in you take over". "Can I let myself become that...? An animal." Kitty's doubts fade as a smile crosses her face. His cock feels so exquisite in her. Soon she stops struggling, and rides the pleasure her body is subjected to. "Revel in it". The shadow increases his pace. Balls slapping her moist opening with a wet sound, he grips Kitty's body. One hand caresses her navel, while his other crawls through her soft fur, to cup her left breast. It's too much. I think I'm going to cum. Kitty grits her teeth, as her body trembles. The crowd cheers her on, while she is enveloped in the throes of orgasm. Tears wet the corner of her eyes. Don't look at me. Leave me alone. With a roar that silences the crowd, the shadow hilts himself and wraps his jaws around Kitty's neck. Her fur is soft, almost sweet on his tongue. He presses tightly to her rump, as the first pulse of his rod fills her. Pinned to the ground, Kitty makes a vain effort to struggle, as their coitus come to a close. She reaches out to pull her body away, but only manages to drag her claws against the stage, leaving gouges in the wood. Fiery hot semen coats her vagina. The shadow roars again, pushing deeper. The head of his tapered shaft meets resistance at her cervix. He grips her neck and thrusts harder. His spraying cum helps to ease the passage as he enters her womb fully. She trembles beneath him, her body seeming to meld to his will. Sharp fangs dig into Kitty's neck, as she abandons her struggle. His member feels like a red-hot iron within her. She utters a satisfied mewl, as hot viscous fluid enters her womb. Only one oblivious customer remains to stare at Kitty, as the excess cum drips down her splayed legs. Legs shaking, the shadow slowly dismounts. Before he can react, Kitty goes from prone to offensive. Claws rake his chest, drawing blood from deep gashes. He roars in pain but Kitty pays him no mind. What is it with her and all the clawing? Kitty rolls onto her back, purring... sated. Above her, Shadow is bemoaning the five slashes on his chest. Serves him right, she thinks smugly. "What do you mean by, serves him right!" Kitty's eyes go wide, "would you quit reading my mind all the time". "I can't help it. It isn't like I try to see what you think." "Well maybe you could try harder not to". Kitty looks up curiously, as a blue light flashes across Shadow's face. I don't remember the club having a disco ball. Kitty cocks her head to the side, her face a visage of confusion. "That is no disco ball. We have to get out of here right now. Someone must have called the cops." He reaches down to help her up. "You are in more danger than you could know. Please take my hand". The shadow pulls Kitty to her feet. Her grateful expression stuns him. All this time he had noticed that something was amiss. For reasons he cannot explain, he feels sane when he is around her. The ominous cloud that plagues his mind, seems to give way to clearer horizons, (if only for a brief moment). "I have to get my clothes", Kitty runs down the hall, her feet bare. Locks of golden hair tumble down Kitty's shoulders as she looks down at her toes, with concern. I hope I don't get a splinter. "There is no time, for garments", the shadow grabs her arm and leads her out the side door. As he steps outside, he lets his fur fade away. "What is so important, that...?" Kitty stops when she sees that he is human again."Hey when did you?" "Come on", they head to her car, at a jog. "Hey, if you could tell me how you turned back into a human, it would be a big help to me." She stops again, ten feet from her car this time. He looks to her, hands to the sides of his head, trying to keep calm. "We can talk later; right now we have to go". His ears pick up a sound to his right. The shadow pivots sideways as he draws his pistol. Seemingly out of nowhere, a figure emerges. Her cold blue eyes draw the moonlight. The shadow doesn't even have time to aim before she fires. The cold steel of her Colt .45 rings with a deafening report. A well balanced weapon, it barely kicks in her hand. The muzzle-blast makes her hair waft along her shoulders. In the orange light of the gunfire, she looks like some demonic apparition. A perfect shot, the shadow thinks as he sees the chunk of metal flying toward his face. The lead tip slits the skin between his eyes, and then sinks into the bone, shattering his skull. A spray of blood, and Kitty's face is drenched with red, as Shadow falls dead next to her. Mouth agape; she turns her head to see the blue-haired devil from her apartment. Her scream is loud enough to draw attention from all the cops in front of the club. The first target's empty shell casing tumbles to Quicksilver's feet. A tendril of smoke drifts out of the brass cylinder. Etched in the side, are the letters, SHADOW. Microseconds tick by, as she watches the next round slide into place. The brass shell emanates with the glow of the club's neon sign. Quicksilver aims the smoking gun-barrel directly at Kitty's head. Shadow's blood drips down Kitty's face; she lifts her hands in the vain hope of fending off the next bullet. Her fur is bristled. Wide frightened eyes plea for help, or at the very least, mercy. "Goodbye, Kitty". To be continued...