Hunter of Beasts

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Game Information
  • Created Jul 2 '08
  • Last Post Feb 24 '09 at 12:05pm
  • Status Complete
  • System D20 Modern

Game Description

A serial killer has been stalking the streets for the past three weeks, killing at an alarming rate and doing it in a very sensational manner.

Every victim, mostly goth types aged 15 to 25, has been staked through the heart, beheaded and had their mouths filled with holy wafers.

Three seperate groups of people have been drawn into this situation. The law enforcement task force set to investigate the killings, a group of private citizens, and the employees of a secretive corporation.The moon did not light the night, taking its monthly rest and leaving the task of driving away the darkness to the ever present stars and the ever-more inventive craftings of humankind.
The girl walking through the night carrying a satchel of books did not look overly concerned at the thickness of the night, however, even though the wooded park she walked through carried no lamps to light her path.

Indeed, as she walked, her cross shifting across the front of her shirt, she welcomed the lack of light. The day was much too bright for her eyes, something about the inability of her pupils to contract as far as normal. Fortunately this was compensated by other things. Such as her tremendously accurate night sight...


...and her excellent ears.

She stopped in her tracks and scanned her eyes around the park, looking toward the source of the sound. She took a sharp breath and examined all the trees around her, suddenly not so certain of her safety.

An indistinct shadow shifted slightly between two tightly close trees. Perhaps no one else would have noticed it, but she wasn't quite like anyone else.

The girl sprinted away from the trees, dropping her books, with a speed almost too fast to be human, much less a non-athletic girl barely past her majority. She didn't need to look back to know she was being pursued, the beat of the hunter's footsteps were as loud as thunder in her ears.

"The Lord is my shepard," she whispered desperately. "I shall not want."

She thought, perhaps, that they were falling, but she couldn't be sure. She knew, however, a way to lose the chaser for sure.

There was a warehouse just outside of the park, a tall one, with no windows or doors on the park side, and a fence forcing most people to take a long route around the warehouse to get to the otherside.

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures," she continued praying, breathing heavily.

She reached it in little to no time and slipped her shoes off leaping for the wall, and clinging to it like a lizard. When the footsteps reached the base of the wall, much later and slowing down, she was already near the top, and relaxing.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death."

She barely felt the wire as she crossed over the top of the warehouse.

But that was only a small concern compared to the sudden explosions of light that flooded the rooftop.

"AHHHHHHH!!!" She flinched backward screaming and clawing at her blinded eyes as she fell down through the air. As she slammed into the ground the breath flew out of her body and she lay dazed and seeing only bright circles of light.

"I shall fear no evil," an amused and malicious voice said before the sound of shot rang through the darkness.

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