I Hunt Novels & Stories

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”

I said, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "You will never be invisible to me," he kissed my temple, and I relaxed into his embrace. Hunter was easy to love, and it was easier to be yourself around him. We went to a lazy river. "Let´s chill..." Hunter said, and we picked up a floating double donut and climbed onto it, relaxing in the slow motion of the water. "I was thinking," I said to Hunter, and he looked at me with curiosity. "Would it be too invasive if I ask Matty to help search for Hugo around Central City?" I bit my lower lip. Hunter has lived with that torture for a bit over ten years, and maybe I can help him ease that burden.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

Every step felt like walking on thin ice. Suddenly, a loud, static chime echoed through the entire sector. The massive holographic billboards hovering over the central plaza flickered from colorful advertisements to a bright, flashing red alert. High-frequency sirens began to blare from the watchtowers above. I stopped in my tracks, my heart slamming against my ribs as I looked up at the sky. My face was plastered across every floating screen in the lower city. SECTOR-WIDE MANHUNT: CROWN PRINCE THEODORE MISSING

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.

"We're eating dinner." Then, i should wait for some more time. I sat near the window and browsed through the online. I smiled seeing some cute funny animal videos. A message popped up. It wasn't from Cathy. When i opened the chatbox, i found it to be Hannah. She sent me, "Are you awake?" I replied, "In bed, going to sleep." She texted back, "We're in front of your house. Come out." "Why?" "Come and see for yourself."

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

In fact, he was the one who would quite often tell us to take our frustrations out on a punch bag. When we arrive, the hall was littered with the stuffing of the punch bags. A pile of beaten bags were stacked in a corner. This was going to cost me a bit to replace everything. The down side of having a decent amount of strength. “I haven’t found her. It’s like she has fallen straight off the edge of the world.” “We know where she is, Liam.” “You found her?” “Not exactly. I was informed.” “Well, where is she?” “She is with Hallen."