Wanted (closed)

[zydrate]

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"You pathetic piece of shit..." Rylen whispered as she stood over the body of a hunter. There was not one ounce of remorse in her tone, just a sort of fact being said out loud.

It was hard being a killer these days. People wanted you to kill others yet at the same time, you got too good, someone was sent to kill you...an unappreciative occupation these days.

Though it was a job that Rylen had no intention of giving up.

The pay was too good.

Rylen was better.

Her species, the Kezani, were only known for one thing. Fortune telling. Psychic readings. And the like. None ever went as far as Rylen had...she used her 'gift' to her advantage. The only problem was that it took a lot from her...that's why she had to be careful with it also...

Taking a blade from her boot, she knelt down over the hunter's face and gave him a hard slap, "Let's get on with this OK? I still have work to finish..." and the cutting began.

***3 days later***
Her job was done. The target was dead. The other package had been delivered to those that hired him...

To say what she did was gruesome would be an understatement...Rylen cut off the man's face and left it one of the homes of the 'employers'. Just a nice wake up gift. And a message saying that she was on to them and no matter what, they couldn't stop her...

That was 2 days ago.

Rylen had been paid. Her money had been put away for safe keeping. She found herself at a seedy bar. One of those bars where a female didn't dare be caught alone...but Rylen was used to these sort of places, she held her own and the patrons knew it. No one bothered her.

Tonight, she was looking for some action. A little celebration of sorts...now, just who would be the lucky guy...?

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Mak Zycan was alone in the bar. Not for lack of trying, but rather he was trying to keep a low profile. He wasn't sure who had been following him all night, but he had picked up a tail. If he had to guess, it had to be about the attack he wandered into while he was down town. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and rather than just worry about his own skin, he had kept the victim of an attack from succumbing to his attackers. He didn't know who he was and the name he got from the survivor didn't mean much to him at the time. In the time since, he'd felt more and more unsafe, like more and more eyes were on him.

He'd kept to himself since leaving home, cut off from his old life by his own choice. His people had long since turned their attention inward, leaving the world to sort itself out while they sought spiritual enlightenment. Mak wasn't able to do that. His home stared down the mountain view at the lands beyond their borders. Every so often, he was would see smoke rise from a village nearby and would ask his mentors what it meant. Upon hearing how violent the outside world is, Mak knew he couldn't stay. While he had left home only a few years ago, he still didn't know much about the world beyond the mountains. It was that ignorance that got him into trouble just a few days ago.

As Mak watched the door, looking for the person that he thought was after him, he was pleasantly surprised as the most striking woman he'd ever seen walked through the door. For a moment, his focus was broken; his possible trouble forgotten. He was consumed with a need to learn this woman's name. Just as soon as the thought swept through him, it washed away as years of mental training took back control of his thoughts from his more base desires. Still, he found himself glancing the woman's way for the next few minutes, freezing when he caught her looking back.