The Hunter

[Sanguine Frozen Boy]

First there was a low thump and then it was followed by a thud and a few splatter sounds. The low thump came again and then footsteps away from the area. He sighed and crawled over to the hole again where he waited. He could've never imagined how horrible it would be each time they returned his neighbor. The sounds were enough to make him sick. Then again if it was an older man he wouldn't have felt the same way. This time it was taking longer than usual for her to reach her arm through the little hole and he feared that this time she might not be able to make it. "You ok over there?"

"No....i'm never ok...."He listened to her slide across the floor toward the hole before the bandage and her arm passed through. He still couldn't see what had been done to her arm but he never asked. He took part of his rags and carefully doused it with alcohol before applying it to her wounds.

"Don't worry, your father will come." He hadn't heard her speak of him in a very long time so he tried to cheer her up. He listened to her whimper and then begin to cry. She didn't usually cry anymore so something he had said probably upset her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"He's never coming....is he?"

"Sure he will. You can't give up hope ever otherwise you'll end up like me."

"No....he's not...."

He could almost feel her tears running down his face when he realized that he was crying himself. He had felt so bad for her and now it was finnally showing. He had to cheer her up he couldn't let her be like this."Yes he is! I bet he's on his way here right now! Or, maybe he got captured on purpose and it's just taken him this long to plan his escape!" He wrapped her wounded arm up and released it.

"No...no...."She didn't speak for a moment as he could hear scratching sounds.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure....that i'm not forgotten." The sounds continued for a moment before they stopped. He didn't know what to say to her, she seemed as though she had lost all her hope. "My father will never come....never....never.....he's not coming...."

"Don't say that! He has to come, you're his daughter! He loves you doesn't he?"

"This has to be punishment....I never did impress him.....he's not coming.....not coming..." She continued to talk in circles. He couldn't do much of anything and he sat against the back wall. He'd been here for almost a year or so and she'd only been there almost two weeks. He listened as she finnally stopped talking and closed his eyes. He couldn't do anything for her.

After a time which he could not tell, he heard footsteps and assumed it was his turn. He heard the gaurd outside his door and stood up ready to be taken for his punishment. Suddenly he heard Samantha screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Father! Please Father don't leave me here!" He could hear her crying and he heard the footsteps start to move away from his door to hers.

"Don't! Be quiet! They'll come and get you!" He quickly ran over to the hole and looked through it.

He watched as the light spilled into the room. He thought for a moment that he heard another pair of footsteps as he watched a man quickly smash into the wall. He could not see anymore of what was going on but he could hear it.

"Father? Is that you?" He could hear the girl's voice and he could hear footsteps. "It is you! Oh father, what did they do to you......" He heard what sounded like stumbling and assumed that she had passed out. A moment later he could hear footsteps running away. He quickly thought for a moment to yell out to them but another group of footsteps and shadows passing in front of him halted his voice. Well he thought, at least she would escape. His thoughts returned to that of a quick death to which he might get if he could just get them to shoot him.

---------------

He could hear whimpering in the cell next to him. His limbs felt weak and he could barely move to the hole to look through. What had she etched into the wall that made her collapse like that? He shrugged and looked forward as he heard footsteps. Finnally he'd get to die. He felt sorry for the girl but hopefully the remaining alcohol would make it more bearable. He sighed and was finnally relieved as the gaurd jingled his keys like he had so many years before and he heard him say something aloud to his cell neighbor.

"Where's your father now? You won't be doing what you did last time, i'll make sure of that."

As if responding to what he said, he heard Samantha's voice. What she was saying was too low for him to hear. Suddenly her figure was gone and he could hear her at the doorway. Apparently the gaurd had heard her and went to investigate. So familiar, so odd he thought and so he tried his hardest to stand and make his way to the door and look out. Just in time too.

---------------

Samantha heard the gaurd just outside her cell neighbor's door. She didn't want him to die and she recalled from last time. She stood and walked to the door and looked out and over toward the gaurd who eagerly came to the door.

"What was that little girl?"

"What was what?"Samantha watched as the gaurd suddenly came forward into the bars at incredible speed. She noted the sign of the apocathery on his forehead, imbedded forever from some brutal force. A moment later the man staggered back slightly and then came forward again, this time the door caved halfway in before it started to lean toward her. She backed off and looked out to the gaurd. On his face was horror and she watched as her father came up from behind him, his eyes completely red, a slight haze emitting from them. She watched as her father's hand went through his stomach and blood splattered Samantha's body. She stared as her father tossed the dead corpse to the side and walked in. His eyes settled to a bright yellow as he put his arms around her just as she started to pass out.

----------------

Again he listened as a single pair of footsteps ran off but this time he yelled after them. "HEY! What about me!?" He didn't get a response, but the station did shake as though detesting the shout. He heard a group of footsteps but this time it was not gaurds, instead it was a group of marines and among them there stood a man with a nametag that stated 'Angel Eyes'. They stopped at his door and told him to stand back which he did. A moment later a low thump sounded as the door popped out of place and then fell inward. He stepped out of the doorway and looked at the men who had saved him."You have no clue....how long i've been in here....." He was glad that the pirates were happy to replace the bandages on his face, as he didn't want the marines freaking out at the site of his face. However they did place a towel around him.

"Have you seen a short catgirl. Albino in appearance with yellow eyes?"

"You mean Ms. Grey?" He looked over toward the blood stain on the wall outside of the cell. "Her father just rescued her a moment ago. Rather dramatically I might add."

"What? That's impossible. We were the first ones here and we really don't have time for misinformation. Did you see the man who took her?"

"No, shoot, could only see the blood splatter and hear what happened. Lots of thuds."

"We can't just leave without her, we'll have to progress. I think you should accompany this man back to the ship for questioning Angel Eyes." The tallest of the marines stepped over the blood and the other marines followed him.

"Right, it's not safe here, lets go. Lots of mercenaries will risk their lives for this big of bucks but that doesn't mean they'll last forever. I should know." He pointed to himself and then headed toward the direction they had come. For a moment he started to follow but he looked back toward the blood and spotted something out of the ordinary. The bottle of alcohol and the bandages he had given her so many years ago lay directly in the doorway. He shrugged and decided living was more important as he quickly put foot after foot as fast as his brittle legs would carry him.

---

Property of Sirfrozenalot.