Car Troubles [[...OPEN...]]

[Sierra St. Claire]

All dressed up in tight black leather Sierra pulled her 2010 Aston Martin out of the parking garage she usually parked her car in. She hit the gas and hit the pedal to the sound of heavy metal pealing out of the ten story garage in no time. Racing down the street Sierra was on a mission. She had her hunting gear stock piled in her trunk. She usually got pulled over for speeding but she just flashed her fake badge at them and the cops usually peeled out of the way. It was pretty damn hilarious.

All of a sudden her brand new, way ahead of its time, 2010 Aston Martin sputtered, made a weird noise, and began to slow down. She pulled over to the side and stopped the car. “What the …” Sierra muttered to herself. She knew absolutely nothing about cars. Maybe something was leaking? It wasn’t as if she was a member of AAA. She had paid in 100% cash for this car. Would it be more trouble than it was worth to have it fixed? She was instantly regretting using an alias to purchase this car.

Sierra opened up her cell phone, dialed 411, and got the number to a mechanic shop. Hopefully they wouldn’t ask questions. “Hi. Auh, my car just stopped. Can you tow and fix it? I’ll throw in five hundred bucks if you can be here in ten.” Sierra smiled as she hung up the phone. People would do anything for money. Soon she spied the tow truck. The driver seemed to be shocked that she had a 2010 Martin. It felt so good to own the newest sports car that wasn’t even on market yet. And no, she hadn’t stolen it! – Honest. Driving a stolen car was probably one of the most stupidest things a person could ever do!

Popping the trunk, Sierra had her black duffle bag loaded to the T with guns, ammunition, garlic in sealed containers, crosses and wooden stakes galore! She did a one, two check over of the car and found nothing incriminating. “I’m Vienna Morgan. Here’s five hundred for your trouble. I’ll be by to pick up my car tomorrow afternoon. I want it ready by 5 and not a minute later. I’ll be paying in cash.” Sierra didn’t let the man get a word in edgewise. She had rented a small apartment under the name of Vienna Morgan and that was the location the car was ‘supposed’ to be stored under. She had all the right legal papers for the car even though she had bought it with a fake name. She handed the man six hundred dollars in cash and turned to leave hoping the car was in good hands.

She still had something to do so Sierra loaded her bag on her shoulder and went to hit the subway. She shivered as she walked down the stairs preferring that over the downward escalator. “I should have just called a cab.” She ended up muttering to herself. She was like the other millions of daily riders, insane and talking to herself. She hung back, watching people use the machines and walking through. She imitated them perfectly and then began to decide which tram she would need. Taking a subway to a vampires execution was a lot less “cabby” she supposed. Who took a cab to kill vampires? Cab drivers remembered faces and locations, not to mention they came with cameras. Yes, it was safer to take a tram. But which one? She found her tram and boarded with three minutes to spare. Now to sit back, enjoy the ride, plug her nose from the assumed smell, and hope no one tried to mug the leather clad beauty.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

Bloody packed streets. A tall, raven-haired woman growled and shoved her way through a pack of giggling girls, sending one over the edge of the sidewalk and into the gutter, landing in a pile of dirty, slushy snow that was just starting to get covered by fresh snow, starting to flutter down from the darkened sky. Dark gray clouds covered the heavens, and the denizens of New York were all bundled up in their jackets and scarves and gloves. A certain dark-haired werewolf was wearing nothing of the sorts, but no one seemed to pay much attention to her. She wasn’t at all cold—her skin was not turning blue, nor was she shivering or covered in Goosebumps from the frigid breeze. Her temperature ran much higher than most humans, and if she were to wear the same clothes that everyone else was wearing, then she would surely overheat and that just wouldn’t be any sort of fun. The irate teenage girl yelled at Sophia for shoving her, but she had already disappeared down a set of stairs, hoping to escape the crowded streets.

However, the underground tunnels were not much better, and they smelled awful, making the sensitive werewolf scrunch her nose at the scent and put a hand over her nose and mouth. There were less people huddled around the stairs: they were attempting to escape the billows of snow that swept down from the top world, and the wind that carried it. Sophia glanced around, then decided on the tunnel that had the least amount of people walking around in, and she stalked toward the corner, but found a ticket booth and turnstiles blocking her way. There was a man in an official-looking suit waiting by the turnstiles, and Sophia recognized him as one of those police officers that skulked around the city, waiting to take away criminals and the like. Sophia scoffed and headed right for the turnstiles, blowing past the ticket booth. No one gave her a second look quite yet: people had those passed they could buy, so they just assumed she had one of those. However, upon reaching the turnstile, she put a hand on the metal bar to push it out of her way, but it moved only a few inches before it stopped.

“What is this,” she snarled under her breath, pushing on it a few more times before considering just ripping the thing off and walking through. However, she just decided not to cause that much of a scene, and instead she merely climbed over it instead—though it was more like she put her hands on either side of the turnstile and jumped over it—and then strolled down the tunnel as if she hadn’t done anything wrong. However, the police officer did not miss her blatant disrespect for the law. He called after her, then jumped over a turnstile and chased after her. It didn’t take long for him to catch her while she walked and he ran, but that was only his first mistake. His second mistake was when he grabbed her upper arm and attempted to turn her around. Sophia’s face twisted into an expression of rage and she allowed him to turn her around, but she twisted her hips and swung her arm wildly, cracking the officer in the side of the head. He went down without a noise—until he hit the ground—and several people around the pair gasped and backed away. Huffing with satisfaction, Sophia left the man lying there, his neck snapped from the force of her blow. Fragile humans.

Not having anywhere particular to go, Sophia stood with her hands in her pockets as she waited for the train to pull in. The roar of its engine and the squeal of the breaks announced its arrival long before the lights even appeared in the dark tunnel. No one was interested in the fact that the train was coming—well, the people farther down the tunnel hadn’t seen it, but everyone else had gathered around the dead police officer. Someone was feeling his pulse and five other people were on the phone with what could only be assumed was more police, and several other people had taken off to find help, leaving Sophia alone on the platform as the train pulled in. Nonchalantly, Sophia stepped in and scanned the little car for an empty seat, or just a less-crowded spot to stand in. There were several other people in train—one of which was a raven-haired woman of similar build and style to Sophia—but no open seats.

Growling, Sophia turned to leave, but the doors shut and she gave another annoyed growl before walking toward the back of the car, grabbing a man roughly before tossing him from his seat. He got at least three feet into the air before he landed half-way to the other side of the car in a heap, and Sophia just sat down like it was commonplace for women to toss people about like they were dolls. Eyes fixed on the wall in front of her, Sophia sat with one leg crossed over the other and her hands in her lap. People were staring at her now, and one person had gotten down on the ground to help the man she had tossed, who was groaning and rubbing the part of his ass he had landed on—and his head. Sophia ignored them all, glancing around the train, her senses alert and her muscles tensed, ready for a fight, or for someone to start yelling at her. . . . Sophia was quite certain she could throw someone through those doors if she had to.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 950
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Thought I'd give you something to do.
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE On the subway
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

It was warm inside the subway, warmer than it had been on the street. As Sierra was walking she had been working up quite a sweat thus keeping herself warm. Not to mention decked out in leather was a nice way to stay warm. If there was one thing she had forgotten it was to check the weather reports. The girl had little reason to check the reports since rain didn’t kill anything though many acted as if it did. But apparently it decided to snow in New York. It was quite a rare thing for Sierra to experience. She had grown up in a more warm part of the world so snow was something of a mystery to her. Still it was too late to go back to her estate and grab something else. Though she would have nothing that would do since she didn’t have super warm clothes or an overly fuzzy faux dark colored coat.

Her medium to large sized dark colored tote bag took up its own seat in the dirty subway car. It quite actually may have been quite clean but Sierra was stereotyping to the extreme. It took everything she had to not do a double take for homeless people. Still she couldn’t imagine anyone who would actually wish to sleep hear despite all the tragedy that may behold them. People with walkmans travelled to other cabs. Shock would have shown on Sierra’s face had she not had years to perfect her physical emotions leaving nothing more than a bored look on her face. People still had walkman? She could have sworn that they had all been outdated by zune’s and ipods! But the more she looked around the more she saw how poor the people truly were. Instead of new touch screen phones or at least a razr they had old big dingy metro pcs phones – poor people phones! She cringed in disgust. It was slightly disgusting to be riding around with people of this caliber in society.

It also disgusted Sierra to be riding around in a crowded car. There were so many people! This was Sierra’s first time and like a virgin on her wedding night, she wasn’t enjoying it! She would have asked herself why these people didn’t purchase cars but she already knew the answer. They were far too poor to afford even the cheapest of junk cars. Parking was also a bitch and garage prices were out of control! People kept glancing towards Sierra’s seat. But she wasn’t going to put the bag on her lap. Sierra could care less if some old woman had to stand up while the ride moved. Not to mention, she wasn’t sure if the safety was on some of her guns. . . Having the safety on was dangerous, yes, but sometimes it also meant an extra few seconds in the choice between life and death. Sierra ran her hand into her pocket and brought out her iphone. She flipped through various applications until she found her mapquest. She could only hope she was going to arrive at her destination to do a little bit of hunting in a new nest of baby vamps she had found a few days earlier.

Sierra tucked the phone back into her pocket aware that it had caught the eye of several travelers. The last thing she needed right now was a fight. God only knew what these poor people had on them: knives, guns, chains. That brought a small satisfactory grin to Sierra’s face since she was packing heaps more shit. She kept her eyes searching around at her neighbors as the tram stopped at the next destination and people began to leave and enter. She couldn’t help but recall the one time she had taken the bus of all places! A kid tried to reach out and take her iphone as he left for his stop. Only he didn’t count on Sierra to have a tight grip on it. She managed to punch the kid square in the face with her other hand while still holding onto her iphone with her other hand. She had no choice but to jump off at the same stop and kick the kids ass. A few days later the kid was found in a trash heap. It was a real shame! – Shame that he had been found so soon.

The look on Sierra’s face probably scared off those who gave her a second glance before exiting the car and walking onto the platform. The moment a girl entered around Sierra’s own age who was wearing nearly the same outfit it caught Sierra’s eye. At least she wasn’t alone in this wretched ride surrounded by poor people. Though that wasn’t enough for Sierra to get up her bags personal private seat. She already had her eyes on the girl as she watched her turn to leave only to find the doors were closed. Sierra ‘huffed’ and stifled her small laugh. Though since it didn’t look like Sierra was staring at her in particular it seemed like Sierra let out a spontaneous laugh. Sierra’s eyes narrowed before they relaxed as she watched the man sail through the air and the leather girl with bra straps exposed take his spot. That was not normal! She didn’t turn her head off to see where the guy landed. She kept her eye on the leather girl. A supernatural exposing their strength like this wasn’t normal. It seemed Sierra had found someone else to hunt. They just moved to spot number one! There was no doubt in Sierra’s mind that this girl was not human!

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

Sophia snorted with content and threw her legs up on the seat, taking up the whole bench and crossing her legs at the ankles, and then she started to pick at her nails. They weren’t too unkempt, but there was dried blood under her nails, and she picked them clean, looking at them leisurely and not taking the time to pay any attention to anyone on the train. No one dared say anything to her about the man she’d tossed across the train, and that was perfectly fine with her. Sophia leaned her head back slightly and her body tensed as she stretched out her muscles, groaning slightly and then turning her head to look out the window, watching the concrete walls and bits of graffiti flashing by. Her hands were locked and resting on her stomach, as she’d finished grooming herself for the time being. They were long, but she kept them trimmed. If she had them too short, and she wouldn’t be able to claw anyone’s eyes out without having to shift to her wolf form.

Sophia winced as the brakes of the train car squealed after being pulled abruptly. The car jerked backwards as it abruptly started to slow and Sophia was thrown from her seat, but she had managed to twist around and landed on her hands and feet, her legs straight and her stomach brushing the dust-colored floor of the car. The werewolf let out a snarl and jumped into a crouched position. All of the other people in the car had let out some screech of surprise, and several other people had been thrown from their seats. In a car further down, Sophia could hear a baby wailing and its mother shushing it, trying to console it and tell it that everything was going to be okay. The lights in the cars dimmed slightly and Sophia got to her feet, her eyes narrowed. This wasn’t one of the stops—that was made even more obvious by the fact that surrounding the train was enclosed tunnel that held almost no space, not even enough for one person. The tunnel would open up further into a maintenance tunnel, but Sophia’s car was caught in the tight space.

“Troublesome,” she muttered under her breath, pressing both her palms up against the glass and peering outside, squinting through the glare of the poor lighting in the car. Just dark concrete. Suddenly, the com system in the car crackled to life and Sophia growled in her chest, whirling around to see where the strange voice was coming from, but she couldn’t pinpoint it, and there was no one in the car speaking. . . yet she could clearly hear the voice as it announced what was going on. “A security guard was murdered at the last stop. We were told to stop, and some cops will be along shortly to take statements from everyone. So, just sit tight and we’ll be out of here in no time,” the strange, disembodied voice announced, his voice somewhat distorted and crackly. Sophia looked around furiously, trying to discern where the noise had come from. She had never been part of society until she’d come to the states, and she hadn’t the slightest idea of most of the technology that was about during this day and age, and even the com system was confounding. Most likely she looked like an idiot, her gaze darting about like a frightened cat, but she didn’t much care what anyone else was thinking.

However, one thing she understood very well was what the voice was talking about, and that was the security guard she’s accidentally killed. Scoffing under her breath, Sophia took a seat in her little secluded bench, sitting back down and twisting to the side, tossing her legs up on the arm and crossing her boots at the ankle again, arms crossed over her chest and a very irate expression on her face. She would deal with it when it came—if they even knew she was the one who had killed them. There were probably several people who could describe her pretty well, but Sophia was more upset about how long they were going to keep her there, stuck in a little car with a bunch of people she didn’t know, but already hated. Being nothing close to a people person, it didn’t take long for her to just hate someone by just looking at them, and there wasn’t one person in that car with her she didn’t already despise with all of her being.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 761
---------MUSE Meh
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE On the subway
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

Sierra knew that she could not keep staring at the immortal she would need a distraction. It would be very bad if she noticed Sierra before she was ready to strike. She pulled out her iphone once more and opened up the notepad application. She made out like she was texting a message to her friend. It was quite silly since Sierra had no friends. There was not a person alive who would call the young mortal by the word of friend. In all reality her pupils were aimed upwards at the other leather clad supernatural beauty. If someone were to stab Sierra right this very moment she would not see the attack coming, she was concentrating on looking at the supernatural that much! The girl was picking at her fingernails. That showed true distaste! It was very disgusting to pick at your fingernails in public. At least the fowl girl wasn’t picking her nose! Sierra took note that the girl was staring out the darkened window. What could she see? Rats? Cockroaches? Sierra took extra precaution to keep her head tilted at her iphone hovering above her lap. It would be bad if the supernatural caught Sierra’s reflection looking at her while tilted away so she did not, though the temptation was great.

The brakes were heard being pulled. Though of course Sierra had never heard such a sound she knew. As the subway tram jerked Sierra sent a small prayer that it was not about to crash into anything and held onto the large dirty silver pole with her black gloved hand. She caught her bag before it dropped onto the ground and a gun went off – Such would not be good. Most of the other patrons were too slow or too dimwitted to grab a hold of something and therefore went flying. Sierra’s cell phone almost lost her grasp but she clutched on. As soon as Sierra was settled she realized that even the supernatural had lost her balance. It made her doubt in her mind for but a second that the girl was supernatural. She had seen her throw a full grown male. The girl was supernatural. Snarling and the crouched position also confirmed the earlier thoughts.

Werewolf. Sierra had not a lot of dealings with shifter beasts. They were far too messy and far too dangerous to hunt despite pure hatred for the species. Sierra did not go out of her way to hunt them but if she crossed a path with one she would not back down. The girl was pretty; Sierra would have thought she was a vampire. Still, Sierra would take down this creature. Perhaps it was destined that they meet in this subway. But why did the brakes need to be pulled? Was there a dead human or something on the tracks? Collision? Sierra did not like this situation one bit. The crowded stopped underground no way to really escape situation. And being in close proximity with a supernatural too of course! There was a true God if Sierra could blast through the windows with her bullets and find a manhole. But those were only in sewers. Oh cursed Sierra, to take the subway only to die like a poor homeless diseased monster!

Sierra didn’t bother to turn around and look at the windows. She would see nothing. What did everyone expect to see? It was almost tempting to scream at her boxed in companions, ‘you fools there is nothing to see’ but then she might be classified as hysterical. She was anything but – Yet. It might be fine to be trapped underground but with a monster? Even armed with weapons Sierra didn’t like hunting in tight quarters. And this was extremely tight. Would she even be able to open the door to the next car if the girl began to shift into something hideous? – Just as a precaution. It was then that a crackle and then a voice came on the overcom system. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the words repeating the sentence in her mind once more to herself. A security guard was killed. Cops. Interview. Sierra couldn’t help but motion her eyes not her head, to her tote bag when the words, “cops” and “statements” were produced. Sierra could not take the chance that they would look into her bag: guns, garlic, crosses, holy water, guns! They were not registered. They were even illegal for private residents to own. This was put you away for life, death if they can connect any bodies to the guns stuff!

Sierra needed to get out of here. She knew without a sliver of doubt that this supernatural spawn of evil killed the policeman at the last stop. Sierra had way too many weapons on her. She could not afford to get caught. She began to use her iphone trying to figure out a way out of here! She had never travelled by subway before. She was unsure of everything! This was going to be a pain in the ass! They must have assumed … no … they knew the killer was somewhere on the subway. If they didn’t they wouldn’t have stopped where no one could get out. Everything would be searched. Everyone would have to come out with hands in the air. And most importantly, Sierra would most likely be taken as the bloody fucking killer! In a frantic attempt, Sierra began to google ‘subway stops emergency button escape’. All she was getting that one should wait for rescue. Sierra did learn something interesting; there was 600 volts of live electricity on the tracks. Hopefully they would shut that off? – Hopefully. Sierra wanted to shout ‘god damn it’ because then she got the list of rules of safety. She needed blueprints and better info!

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

The minutes seemed to just drag on and on to the point where Sophia started to fidget and get more and more restless. Five minutes had passed, but the werewolf felt as if she had been caged for hours. She was on her feet now, pacing back and forth along the train, making all of the other people nervous. Sophia remained on one end of the train, with everyone else on the other, not wanting to be anywhere near the scary woman who had tossed the now-bruised man across the train. He was sitting on a bench, nursing his shoulder and casting deep-seeded glares in the werewolf’s direction. She paid him no mind, just trying to figure out a way to get out of that stupid car. The walls were closing in on her and she wanted to run. She wanted to jump through a window and just take off down the tunnel to freedom. Hopefully she wouldn’t get hit by a different train car—that would just be completely embarrassing and not at all pleasant. Getting hit by any sort of large moving object would be rather unpleasant.

There was not a single person in the train that seemed at all happy about this, either, so at least she wasn’t stuck in a car with a bunch of idiots. However, that kid in the next car. . . it just kept crying. And crying. People were talking to each and themselves, tapping on their phones in a sad attempt to find signal underground to tell whoever gave a fuck about them that they were going to be late. . . . Several of the people were turning up their music to drown out the sound of the wailing infant, and the thump of their music was barely audible to the werewolf. Every little sound seemed to echo through the train and the tunnels, and it was driving the werewolf insane. Already she had to deal with being locked up in some metal cage. Sophia had wanted nothing more than to escape the busy streets and had wandered onto the train, and now she was trapped and there wasn’t any way for her to get out of it. She paced and growled to herself, ignoring the glances and stares she got from everyone.

On the tracks one tunnel over, another car started to pass. The rattle of its wheels on the tracks and the squeal of metal on metal made Sophia’s head throb, only adding to the horrible, annoying ruckus that was already going on inside the train. The werewolf wanted to get out of there badly, now. She didn’t think of herself as claustrophobic, but it was dark and it was musty and it was probably cold in those tunnels. With her higher temperature she didn’t have any real issue the cold or anything. However, the tight space in the tunnels, the darkness that seemed to close in on her. . . they reminded her of the basement. The basement her brother dragged her to. . . the basement her brother tortured her in and the basement his friends raped her in. She shook her head to clear her mind of the images—the ghosts of her memories. The werewolf wanted them out. If they would only just leave her alone, she could die a happy werewolf, but there was nothing that helped her. Nothing that drove away the thoughts and the memories that just wouldn’t leave her alone and reminded her of a time when she was weaker, and reminded her that she would never get the chance to get revenge on her douche-bag brother for doing all of that to her. What was the point of her being this big bad werewolf if she couldn’t do the one thing she wanted in life, and that was destroy her brother? She snorted angrily.

It seemed that the child in the next car got louder as the other car zoomed past on the other side of the wall. Something inside Sophia snapped—though this wasn’t really a rare occasion for the feral wolf—and she let out a ferocious snarl, storming toward the end of the car. Her fist came up and slammed against the window of the door so hard that the glass cracked and splintered. Several of the people closest to the door gasped and jumped back in surprise, staring wide-eyed at the woman on the other end, baring her teeth like a wild animal. “Shut that fucking kid up!” she howled angrily, hitting her fist against the glass again, making it all crack even further, to the point where it hard to see through it. Safety glass. Most of the people on the train were now in awe that someone could do that to the window with just their fist, but Sophia was pissed off and now felt like a cornered animal and was ready to do whatever she could to get out. Shifting into her wolf form in the car was not a bright idea. Not with her size. She would barely be able to move.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 851
---------MUSE Meh
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE On the subway
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

Sierra finally found with her grave luck four escape passageways if an emergency brake was pulled. Out of those four ideas only one of them was ideal. Three of the routes were of the idea that a second subway would pull up either across from or behind and people would be transferred to the second car. The idea now forming in Sierra’s head was but the first escape route. There supposedly was an adjacent wall known as the “Benchwall” whereas that would lead to an emergency exit or platform. But what would happen if she tripped or landed on by mistake six hundred volts of pure electricity? She knew she dare not look but she did google it anyhow. There was no clear answer but Sierra could only guess that six hundred was lethal. It would not be a good thing to touch it. But she had to get out of it first!

When Sierra heard another subway car drive by her heart began to thump and beat with pure terror. Were the police putting their plot into action right now? Thankfully the brakes weren’t heard. Though Sierra wasn’t so sure even though the subway passed by. Perhaps they would stop it further down. No, no. Perhaps Sierra was being too paranoid. Surely they had a description of the female who committed the heinous act of murdering a cop. But damn. Sierra had the same black hair. She was also wearing leather. The girls were of the same build. The only likeable difference was that Sierra’s top did not open up to reveal her breasts; her skin was covered in full. Still, she imagined herself to be brought in as a suspect too.

Sierra jumped not as the supernatural screamed, ‘Shut that fucking kid up!’ Sierra took this rare opportunity to stare at the supernatural as she began to beat down upon the glass with her bare hands. The safety plated glass began to crack. The lines of the break were quite visible. It seemed to make sense that it was “safety” glass and not “bullet proof” glass. Who would expect someone to need to shoot the windows? Outside was certain death if you were quite stupid and extremely clumsy. It was now that Sierra realized that girl was on the empty side of the car and everyone was on the other side, including herself. In a manner of a few minutes everyone had forgone “rudeness” in favor of being a few inches further from the mad woman! Well at least they knew Sierra to not be insane. However . . .

Perhaps it would be best if Sierra allowed the wolf to beat the glass until it shattered. She would then have a way out since none presently seemed available. Depending on the situation and how many cops would be present Sierra knew she would have to duck out too. The Aston Martin seemed to be a sign. She should have gone with her car! If she got out of this alive and without being made on the FBI’s most wanted list she would never ever, ever ride the subway again! Or perhaps she would make a donation to the subway, if that is what the gods of the subway wished. Alright, now she seemed a wee bit insane. “Undoubtedly, you are the one who killed that cop. You should hurry and break that window so you can run, before they decide to kill you. I’m sure right now, as I speak, they are coming! Why else would they stop where no one can leave? It’s obvious they mean to bring SWAT.”

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

With the glass on the brink of shattering out of its pane, Sophia took a step back and snarled quietly to herself. The werewolf she had met weeks ago had told her that public displays of her supernatural side was strictly not allowed, but Sophia was never one to pay attention to anyone or heed any warnings. She didn’t think she was above the law, she just didn’t understand why there had to be any laws. If she wanted to get something, the best way was to frighten and threaten, wasn’t it? And the only way she could do that was to shove around everyone and show them that she was more than just human. However, this time it didn’t seem to have worked at all. Her pounding on the glass had seemed to just make the child more frightened and now it was just screaming louder and grating against Sophia’s sensitive ears—and mostly likely annoying everyone else who could hear it. Somewhere on the car—in the same cabin as the infant—there was a small child, and she had started to cry, too. Sophia brought her hands to hear and grinded her teeth together.

“Shut up shut up shut up!” she demanded, dragging her fingernails down the side window that showed the wall of the tunnel. Deep lines appeared on the glass sheet as she scored her nails down it, and the cabin was filled with the high-pitched complain of the window as a top layer of glass was peeled away. Sophia instantly recoiled her hand, growling. That wasn’t much better. Feeling trapped and incredibly irritable, Sophia backed against a wall and sat against it, her hands to her ears and her eyes shut tight. She wanted nothing more than to get out of there, but she didn’t want to rip the door off its hinges in an attempt to free herself; if she did that, then someone would find out and then more hunters would get brought down on her—plus these jokes who called themselves police officers. Sophia was incredibly abrasive and uncaring toward everyone else, but she wasn’t an idiot. If she wanted to be left alone, she had to keep as low a profile as she could. How she wished she could go back to the country, where there were less people and animal attacks were more common so she could eat in piece. . . . And there were more livestock. Livestock was more filling than humans were.

In the back of the train, nearly five cars down from where Sophia was sat against the wall, there was a small group of cops that pulled open the train car’s door and piled in. Five of them had come, and they scanned the car with guns out, looking for the woman the eyewitnesses had described. They told the people in the car to remain calm and that everything was under control, and the slowly made their way toward the other end of the car, pulling out a key to open the door to the other train. It wouldn’t take long for them to make their way to Sophia’s car, and they knew exactly what to look for. . . a tall, black-haired woman in black clothing and leather. There were two such women in the same car, but Sophia wouldn’t be against telling them that she had killed the man. There was no moral fiber in her that told her she shouldn’t let the other woman go through all of that trouble for something she didn’t do, Sophia just didn’t lie about a whole lot, and the cops wouldn’t be able to keep her for long. They wouldn’t even be able to touch her to get the cuffs on her before they were all flying through the windows or getting their heads bashed into the wall. . . . Sophia did not like being touched.

“Undoubtedly, you are the one who killed that cop. You should hurry and break that window so you can run, before they decide to kill you. I’m sure right now, as I speak, they are coming! Why else would they stop where no one can leave? It’s obvious they mean to bring SWAT,” the woman who was so very similar to the werewolf announced out of nowhere. Sophia growled and looked up over the bench at her. She didn’t know what this swat was that she was talking about. . . or what it meant. Swat? That was what she did to flies. How dangerous could that be? The people in the train gasped when the woman accused Sophia of being killer, and Sophia wondered how they could be so surprised. They were obviously all scared of her: they were all piled on one end of the train with Sophia on the other, all by herself. Obviously they didn’t want to be anywhere near the blatantly psychotic woman who had damaged safety glass. Sophia wondered how they hadn’t put it together sooner. All of this trouble was being caused by one little human who had decided to touch her, and had gotten killed for it. Bloody fragile humans and their glass-like bones.

Sophia snorted and looked away from the group of people, seeing no reason to beat around the bush for something people did every day. “I would like to see them try to kill me. Though I would like nothing better than to get out of this iron prison I trapped myself on. I do not see why everyone has gotten worked up over one death. Humans die. It is inevitable and inescapable. You are terminal creatures and your lives are meaningless. The sooner you accept your fate, the sooner you all will be able to be at least semi happy,” she snarled, her voice full of contempt and maybe even a slightly sense of superiority. So long as Sophia was not killed by some fatal blow, she would continue to live well past the human life-expectancy. She was not immortal, per se, she merely lived forever. Immortality was the inability to die, not the effects of a non-terminal life span. The cops who had entered the train were now two cars away and were starting to unlock the car next to Sophia’s little cabin. Only a few of them had their guns out, and there was on police officer in the conductor’s car, talking with the man who drove the train and assuring him that all was well.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 1082
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE Subway
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

Sierra couldn’t help but have the vast look of superiority on her face. Everything about the mortal girl said that she was smug. She was sitting calmly in her chair where as others in her situation would have panicked. The first rule about hunting was to remain calm. Or perhaps that was the second rule since the first was to leave no immortal alive. Despite everything Sierra failed to lose if she was caught with enough firepower to toast the mafia: freedom, freedom, freedom and her life if death penalty was given, she was still quite calm compared to the supernatural who was “freaking out”. There was a child screaming in a car a few over. Most likely due to the underground system it was louder than the child normally screamed. It was sort of light but the supernatural probably heard it at an increased volume. The sound of a child screaming was dreadful but it most certainly wasn’t the end of the world.

What had Sierra been trying to accomplish? She had been trying to get the she creature to break the window. In the end it did seem like she had failed. She may have succeeded in pissing off the beast. There was always the option she would turn into her full form or at least the hand of claws. Neither was a good option for a mortal trapped in close proximity with the thing! Of course Sierra was acting a bit brave seeing as she had had a few human shields standing before her eyes while she sat content in her small but satisfactorial sized seat. In truth, had the mortals not been standing in front of her, clutching poles in the half hopes that the subway would sizzle to life and roll down to the next platform, Sierra may have unzipped her bag and clutched one of her guns.

Sierra could tell by the way this one spoke that she was quite, quite old. Or perhaps this one was no older than a hundred “meager” years but had picked up the cynical chatter along the way. If Sierra was not mistaken, which she might have been, this one seemed to be a bit confused. It was at least the signal that Sierra picked up on. But one thing was for sure, this one was arrogant and overconfident. Sierra would love to knock this one down a peg and into a shallow grave! Not even a decent six feet but a shallow, shallow grave. A grave where animals could pick at the bones! It was a very indecent thought. All would fall before the slayers mighty hand. She had seen supernatural’s try to kill her in one minute and beg for their life during the next.

She sat comfortable in her seat. She wasn’t exactly thinking over the woman’s words but let prone dramatic silence. Also, she was trying to puzzle together what to reply with. If she spoke so crazily people would most certainly notice. The situation was almost laugh worthy. The other humans were cowering, all except for, of course, Sierra. “You’re quite crazy. Perhaps you will make the insanity defense work. That is after SWAT, a team of armed professionals hunt you. You shouldn’t make the same mistake you did with the last cop. Make no mistake, there will be armed men who will all fire simultaneously into you until are you dead. I’ve never seen something not silver kill one of you before but, bullets are bullets. Enough of them and….”

Sierra had started off telling the truth but then her words began to twist into little white lies. SWAT would most certainly not fire bullets upon bullets into the monster because SWAT did not believe in monsters like Sierra believed in monsters. Surely they believed in armed convicts, pedophiles, bank robbers and other dangerous people. By men’s standards those men were not men at all but monsters. The monsters Sierra knew killed people for hunger or sport: vampires, werewolves, were-others – Something Sierra was sure were creations of DNA mixing. She wasn’t sure how such beings came into existence in the first place. Did a werewolf have sex with a fox and create a were-fox? Were-other’s were ten times easier to kill than the average werewolf. It wasn’t even a challenge to be quite honest. But killing abominations wasn’t about the challenge.

“Do you hear them coming? The cops? – Modern day warriors against evil.” When Sierra’s words started twisting into little “white lies” she meant of course that she too could now be perceived as unhinged. Speaking as so was quite, quite insane of her! And it wasn’t just the words she spoke; it was the way she spoke. She spoke like she was mad as a hatter. Her hearing was not as good as an abomination to God so she waited on the word of the female. Were the cops already in some of the cars? If nothing pulled up in front of their car, or, along the side, than something should have by definition pulled up behind the car.

The girls looked too similar in physical appearance at first glance to just take one and let the other go. A police officer was murdered! They would take both girls. If they got the wrong girl and let the real killer go than they would be ridiculed by all – Newspapers, Fellow Officers, the Public Eye. Brothers of blue stuck together more so than glue paste! Whenever one seemed to be murdered there was a never-ending manhunt with cash rewards for tip-offs which were around the hundred thousand range. Though it might not be a lot of money to some it was a considerable amount seeing as who was fronting the money. The police had a tight budget. Not to mention in situations like this everyone’s name and info was taken. Though that was the least of worries at the moment.

Sierra could not let this happen and the only way to do that was to flee. She hoped her words might frighten the supernatural. People began to move away from Sierra too. She had also lost her shield of human bodies. Though she was a hunter she did not do this to save humans. She did this to kill monsters just for the hell of killing abominations to society. She hated them so very much.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

This girl was the first one to attempt to have dialogue with Sophia, and the werewolf was not very happy about it. She was already annoyed enough by being stuck in that god-forsaken car, but now she was stuck in there with a Chatty Cathy who was either trying to rile her up further or make nice, but whatever it was, Sophia wanted to snap her head off and see if anyone else wanted to chat with her. However, it seemed like it was just this one girl. Turning her head to look, everyone was practically huddled in one corner, away from the werewolf. The black leather-clad woman hadn’t moved from her chair since Sophia had arrived, and as she studied her, Sophia came to the conclusion that she wasn’t scared of Sophia, and perhaps even knew. The others might knew, too, though, but the way that they were all huddled and scared of her. Of course, that could just be because Sophia had been slamming her fist against the glass and yelling a small child.

“You’re quite crazy. Perhaps you will make the insanity defense work. That is after SWAT, a team of armed professionals hunt you. You shouldn’t make the same mistake you did with the last cop. Make no mistake, there will be armed men who will all fire simultaneously into you until are you dead. I’ve never seen something not silver kill one of you before but, bullets are bullets. Enough of them and. . . ,” the woman trailed off after her little mini-speech. Sophia narrowed her eyes, now certain that the woman was just trying to rile her, attempting to get a rise. A team of armed professionals? For one woman? Sophia scoffed at the notion. She knew that not very many humans knew about the existence of the immortals. That werewolf she had met a few weeks back had enlightened her to that fact when he told her that flaunting what she was was a terrible idea because then they would figure it out and immortals would start being killed left and right. Sophia still couldn’t bring herself to think that humans would be capable of such a thing.

The cops were in the next car, talking to a few of the people in there, asking about the broken glass on the window, no doubt. Sophia ignored the incessant chatter and kept her attention on the woman speaking to her. “There are only three of them on here, and they have said nothing about this. . . Swat that you say. Do try not to lie to me when I am not an imbecile. Such impudence will end with, well, your end,” she hissed through her teeth, her voice relatively calm despite the connotation of her retort. She looked back up at the window, waiting for the cops to get done with talking to the people in there, and probably figuring out that the cop killer was in there. She sighed. Why couldn’t they just get in there so she could get it over with? They’d accuse her, tell her that she was coming with them, and then she’d just break and arm there, probably get shot at least once, inevitably rendering all three of them unconscious. At least then she would have some sort of chance to escape. However, the more important matter seemed to be that the woman knew what she was. Those who didn’t know about immortals wouldn’t know about silver.

“Do you hear them coming? The cops? – Modern day warriors against evil,” the woman continued, making Sophia raise an eyebrow. Modern-day warriors against evil? The thought made her scoff. “If they are as easy to kill as the one in the tunnel, then I have nothing to fear. And I am not evil. I am simply doing what I must to survive, like anyone else. If that is evil, then I don’t want to be good,” she snorted contemptuously, getting to her feet as the cops worked on the door, sticking in the key and activating the tumblers to unlock the door. They pulled the handle and opened it, looking between the two leather-clad beauties. Sophia rolled her eyes and the one of them stood in the door while the other two stepped inside. They backed away from Sophia a little bit in some attempt to retain personal space. The two of them whispered to themselves, but Sophia could hear them—clearly talking about the two and trying to discern which one was more attuned to the description they got. If this confused them, some modern-day warriors against evil they were shaping up to be.

The two opened their mouths to say something and Sophia snorted. “I killed him. And if you don’t want to meet the same fate, you will refrain from touching and will let me continue as I am,” she blurted out fearlessly, her expression dark and teeth bared, making the cops lean back a bit, their hands lifting slightly, their guns already out. “Ma’am, you’re going to have to come with us,” one of them said bravely, reaching behind his back and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. They were approaching her like one approached a rabid animal, and Sophia chalked it up to the natural instincts of the humans. They could tell something was up with her, they didn’t know what. The one with the hand cuffs reached toward Sophia and she snatched the handcuffs from him, hooking her fingers around one cuff and then snarling as she lashed out, hitting the side of his face with the other one, slicing the skin over his cheekbone open. He gasped and fell back, holding his face, and the other two cops lunged for Sophia in an attempt to wrestle her to the ground and apprehend her.

Sophia hit the ground and the two tripped over her crouched body. One ended up running into the wall, and the other landed splayed out on one of the benches. Sophia got to her feet quickly, the third one bleeding from his face and pointing his gun at her head. Sophia growled at him and lunged at him fearlessly, the gun brushing past her head as he pulled the trigger, shooting off one bullet that went through the window and caused several people to scream. Sophia tackled the man through the opened down and crushed him against the closed door to the other car. He crumpled and laid there, and Sophia suddenly realized that she was free. In one great bound, she held onto the railing and pulled herself up on top of the train and stood there, waiting to see what happened. Maybe they would go searching down the tunnels for her, and not think about her being on the roof. Of course, they could have heard her moving around up there, but she was being still, her stomach pressed against the cold roof.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 1156
---------MUSE Meh
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Seirra
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE On the subway
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

Sierra was quite distressed from the simple fact that she couldn’t rile up this beast to the point of using her to her own advantage. She needed the beast to break the windows until a person Sierra’s size could slip through. More importantly, she needed the girl to flee through that very same window. So if anyone asked they would have thought Sierra courageous enough to chase after the vile cop killer for the sake of being a good person. It was a brilliant plan! If only Sierra could execute it on time. She would soon begin name calling if that would work. The only downside she could see is that if she was later caught it would be rather suspicious. These sort of things always ended up front page in the newspaper asking for everyone involved at the scene to talk to an officer and give a report.

“There doesn’t need to be many of them. I would never lie though I’m no angel myself.” Sierra could lie with the best of them. Who knew how many people were members of SWAT anyhow. Perhaps because they didn’t need that many people on such a small vehicle. They had all these people to worry about. Yes, that sounded good. “Probably the three best team members then. It’s so crowded. Can you imagine sending in more than three people? They are sufficient enough for this situation.” Sierra was an excellent liar! To top it off she let out a small giggle of laughter. She always did seem to have lady luck on her side or else she would have perished long ago at the hands of evil. People were really wishing they had gone on the next car. She could tell by their expressions. It just might be rendered a tie to see who was scaring the other humans the most, likewise human Sierra or hell spawn beasty girl.

“No one expects to be killed in a subway. Let alone a cop. You probably caught him with a doughnut in his mouth and the other hand down his pants.” Alright, that was sadistically inaccurate. Sierra could just imagine that being repeated by the bystanders. “I don’t see how killing equals survival when no one bothered you. You walk into a rattlesnake nest and you get bit. Bitch.” Of course what she said made no sense whatsoever but it sounded incredibly good. Though Sierra was probably just focusing on “bitch” which was a name for female dog and odds were this woman technically was a bitch. Sierra always did think calling a little female dog a bitch was insulting. But perhaps when the word was invented humans didn’t go about calling each other bitches so there was absolutely no insult by referring a dog as such.

“Fuck,” Sierra whispered to herself in a very very soft voice that only the beast woman would have heard. The cops came in the room and because Sierra had alienated the crowd they parted like the freaking red sea exposing her instead of hiding her as what they would have done had she just shut the fuck up and never uttered a single word in the first place. It appeared her plan backfired on her. Had she remained silent she would have been hidden. Sierra almost wanted to shout, “she has a gun” but did not because there didn’t appear a single spot for the girl to hide such a weapon and Sierra had quite a few. Maybe with any luck she could pretend the bag wasn’t hers – Later. It would be easy to say the bag wasn’t hers and that she thought it belonged to the person sitting next to her and how rude they were to not give up their seat to one of the women in the car.

Though Sierra didn’t utter a single sound she was very relaxed after the beast woman uttered three words Sierra never thought she would love so much, ‘I killed him.’ At least now she wouldn’t be arrested and no one would search her and find her guns. She was saved. She wanted to jump up and cry Hallelujah! But Sierra didn’t, of course, that would attract far too much attention than she already received but ten seconds prior. Sierra’s eyes expressed her true emotion whereas her face did not. These men were making a big mistake by going after this woman with handcuffs. They were doing what she never did, underestimate a woman! If it was a man then they would have guns out. But since she looked pretty harmless they thought they were - - Who knew what they were thinking exactly. It was their sad pitiful end.

Sierra witnessed the events unfolding before her eyes without acting. A hunter in a movie would have acted and helped the police but not Sierra. The female wolf lashed out with the handcuffs as her weapon. Sierra had silver bullets in her gun, she could fire away at the woman and save the three officers and passengers but then she’d go to jail and her life was worth more than all theirs combined in her own opinion. The gun soon landed in the beasts hand and Sierra flinched once. But the bullet landed nowhere near her and busted up the window. Something she could have done ages ago but there were the 600 volts she was quite worried about. And then before one knew it the beast was out the window. Sierra waited for a scream of pain as the beast hit the tracks. Even a non human would feel the pain. But no scream came. Either the power was turned off or … Still, Sierra wouldn’t stick her head out just yet. Pfft and have her head ripped off if the girl was on the train. That was it… Perhaps.

“Damn. Why does it always come down to this?” Sierra muttered to herself, all alone. As soon as the cops entered all the other passengers aside from Sierra seemed to have taken the opportunity to flee from which the cops came to relative safety. Especially after the beast proved she could easily handle the cops without a gun. It was just as well that Sierra was in the car alone. She wouldn’t have anyone to witness her climbing above the thing. Hopefully it wouldn’t start. That would be a pain in the bitch to hold on to that shit while it ran at full speed! Not to mention falling and hitting what she imagined would be a very thin layer of walkway across from the subway car as safety would hurt like hell – Especially if the subway was moving. “Fuck. Fuck.” Sierra decided to give it a minute. While she waited she armed herself from her bag. Knife behind neck in odd looking holster, gun in right hand, soon to be mouth when Sierra felt it was safe enough to climb. In her defense the first one who poked their head out the windows in movies got decapitated by the monsters! But the thing would be more interested in running away, right?

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

Name calling was not one of the best ways to get to Sophia. She’d gone through worse and had been called many things in her past by many different people. Nothing this woman could say would shock or appall the werewolf, let alone insult her. And everything else she said didn’t faze her, either. The cops hadn’t looked tough at all. Their blue uniforms were as dull as their skills. Their guns had been small and insignificant, and they had hesitated to shoot her, even after she had assaulted one of them. Warriors would have known right away that she needed to be put down and shot her. But they had held fire even after the one had shot at her. Of course, the other two had been a little less than oriented enough to open fire at someone. With Sophia now up against the top of the train, lying flat and trying to keep still so that no one heard her moving around up there. And still. . . that baby just continued to scream and wail bloody murder. It just irritated the already irked werewolf.

She heard the cops moving about to tend to the one who was unconscious against the door to the next car and Sophia slowly inched further down the top of the train. There was only about six inches of space above her head, and Sophia had to remain flat against the train. She had just trapped herself even more. If she shifted on top of the train, she would surely squish herself, or just break her chest cavity before she could tear through the metal roof and find someplace with more room. This tunnel was so small! There wasn’t even any room for her to maneuver next to the train. She snarled quietly to herself—the people on the train wouldn’t be able to hear her. Slowly, she was making her way to the other end of the train, where the door to the next one was. The only thing that could be heard inside the train car would probably be the little scrapings of the metal on Sophia’s belt and the zipper on her open jacket, but the cops were on the other side and what were the other people in the train going to do?

The raven-colored hair of the other woman started to peak over the edge of the train. Sophia ground her teeth together and then slipped over the edge, her boots making a slight thunk when she hit the platform. Abandoning all subtlety—Sophia was now more worried about getting out of that blasted tunnel than she was about making people aware of something other than humans living out there—Sophia grabbed the handle and jiggled it a little bit. Locked. Not a problem. She wrenched her arm backwards and took the door with her, pulling it free from its hinges and startling several people in the other car. Sophia snarled and shut them all up, storming down the thin isle toward the other car, kicking that door down and then pulled the other out. One more until she got to the cabin. More people jumped to the sides of the car to avoid the crazed woman pulling doors from their hinges. It didn’t take much longer for her to reach the other side, but two of the cops had figured out what was going on and they started running through the cars, shouting after her. They pulled out their guns, but they seemed more interested in not shooting the bystanders than they were grabbing the cop killer. Kudos to them for staying calm, Sophia supposed.

Growling, Sophia bust through the last door, startling the driver and the cop who was talking to him. They were too stunned to do anything, and Sophia shoved the cop to the side after getting a running start. She threw her entire weight into the front window, and it cracked, but didn’t break right away. “Freeze!” one of the cops shouted, taking aim. The conductor dove out of the way, and the other cop was already on the ground, dazed. The spring coiled as the cop started to pull the trigger. Sophia ducked as he fired, and the bullet hit the grass and went through. Sophia rolled to the side and grabbed the conductors chair, yanking it free and then throwing it forcefully at the window. With the cracks already there from Sophia throwing herself at it and the cop shooting it, the glass shattered and Sophia dove through it, barely missing landing on the live rail by inches. There was only one live rail in the subway, and she could hear the electricity buzz in her sensitive ears. But she was free now, and Sophia took off down the tunnel.

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---------STATE Finished
---------VOCAB 799
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Subway tunnel
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

It’s not very easy being a hunter. You have no friends because it’s just easier. Though Sierra had yet to come across but a handful of hunters they all had several traits in common: paranoid, deadly, non-talkative, cold-hearted, psychotic and maybe just a wee bit insane. You couldn’t be friendly in the business. No one would really understand. Friends would just get you caught. Enemies would have bargaining chips and blackmail subjects while so called friends would turn you over to the Police. No one besides the select few humans who knew the truth and supernaturals knew about the existence of supernaturals. Still to become a hunter you could not be scared. You had to face dead every single time you went hunting. If you failed to kill someone then they in turn would kill you. Failure was not an option. If you were the sort of person to cry, hold your hands up above your face and cower under the enemies power then you were dead simple as that.

This was a hunt plain and simple. Only it got a wee bit harder when there was coursing electricity on the ground and an enemy above. Sierra wasn’t scared to face off with the monster girl but she was a bit, if she may admit, fearful of the live electricity. That would hurt like a mother fucker if Sierra may be so vulgar for just a mere moment. It was dangerous to try and hunt this girl when there would be so many witnesses below – That is as soon as Sierra climbed up. Never before had she hunted anyone while they were around the general population. This was dangerous and stupid to the extreme! Abandoned streets, abandoned buildings, those, those were the places that were acceptable hunting grounds. But the subway in which people still resided in with police unconscious? - That was stupidity to the max.

Without wasting a second more, Sierra was out the window and lifting herself out of the window and onto the subway itself. She had balanced herself with her feet on the window ledge, grabbing onto something sturdy on the train and promptly lifted herself up until she was safely onto of the car. She was fifty percent content that the car wouldn’t move. Since she didn’t see a second subway car pull up across for the police then the only other reasonable option according to the plans she had seen were to have a second subway pull up behind the first. Gun in mouth Sierra began to look for the shifter. There was no way to go behind unless one had jumped off and risked the volts. So Sierra moved forwards, carefully, trying her best not to fall. It was a good thing she wasn’t clumsy. One thing Sierra would have enjoyed was a flashlight though she wasn’t stupid enough to use one (nor had she brought one along). A flashlight would have made her a target like shouting ‘Here I Am’!

She crawled swiftly onto of the cars moving from one to the next. Her knees began to hurt since being on them was slightly unnatural. There were quite a few inches above her head but it was easier to crawl than to walk. She was gaining speed and hopefully soon she would catch up to the monster. Her bag trailed over her shoulder blade and along the small of her back. Her gloved hands providing both grip and protection from the cold sheet metal. She moved swiftly knowing that even if she caught up to the monster she couldn’t do anything right away. It would be super bad if the body of the girl ended up found and dead when it was assumed that she had killed the cop. It would then be assumed Sierra had killed the cop. Not good. But something screamed inside Sierra and made her defy all logic. This monster needed to be hunted.

A shot was heard and that obviously meant that someone else had found the monster. Sierra’s pace increased and she crawled like she had never crawled before. She found turmoil in the last car though she stayed on top of it instead of going in it. “Damn it. Where did she go?” Sierra asked out loud to herself. The monster was stupid enough to go back inside the car where she would be trapped inside. Sierra shook her head and resisted the incredibly strong urge to laugh. It was too dark for her mortal eyes to see much of anything since light protruded from the broken window and she had the natural darkness of the underground tunnel. Sierra pulled out her iphone and used the glow from the light to see where the safety of the platform was. It was built as an emergency, the only safe place to walk. Sierra slid down the ladder along the side of the car and held on with an undying grip as she tried to land her feet onto the safety of the platform. As soon as her feet touched the safety Sierra said a little prayer and pushed off. Finally she was feet planted safely on the ground.

Sierra took off along the safety sidewalk. There was an emergency door somewhere along the route if the information she had received was correct.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

She was trapped in a dark tunnel, jogging along the tracks. The werewolf wanted nothing more than to be in her other skin, running speedily down the tunnel, steering clear of that live rail. Sophia could tell which it one it was by the way her skin tingled and the smell of static in her nose. It made her eyes water, and she lifted a fist to rub at one of her eyes before she leapt up onto the maintenance platform. Her sharp eyes made it easier for her to see in the dark, and she scanned the tunnel, looking for a door or something, anything for her to use to escape. There were overhead lights attached to the tunnel, but they were spaced far apart, and it was still dim in the tunnels. All Sophia knew was that she wanted out of there. She wanted fresh air and an open space. Why she had ever ventured into the subway she will never know, but she vowed to herself right there that she wasn’t going to be doing that ever again, even if it was to save her own life. It was nothing but a living hell down there. Though, the truth was that this had just been a bad day for her to be in the subway. Killing someone would do that.

Sophia stopped and looked behind her, her eyes open wide to catch as much light as she could, her retinas reflecting the light and illuminating the tunnels. She huffed angrily at the site of the black-haired woman from the train. The hunter. God dammit, that was the last thing Sophia needed right then—a deranged psychopath who wanted her dead. Sure, the werewolf had killed a security guard, but in her defense she hadn’t meant to and had only been trying to keep herself safe. She didn’t like being touched—at all—and if someone was going to put their mitts on her, then she was going to retaliate. It was her little sense of survival. And now this woman was threatening her survival, and she wasn’t going to run like a puppy with its tail between its legs. No, if this girl wanted a fight, then she was going to get more than she bargained for. Sophia wasn’t afraid of her guns or her weapons. . . she had suffered unimaginable pain from the time she was six up through her entire life. Being shot once or twice was a pin-prick compared to the torture she’d endured.

Despite her tough and fearless exterior, Sophia was miserable and depressed. She had gone through horrible things when she was little, all at the hand of her older brother, whom she had trusted for the first several years of her life. She had been too young to understand why her brother had hated her so fiercely, and she still didn’t know why she had struck such a cord in her sibling. He had always ranted about how she was always the favorite, and how her parents had always loved her more, but when she was little she didn’t know what he meant. She had always thought that her parents had loved them equally, and she hadn’t realized how much they coddled her and how much they had loved their perfect little girl. Now she thought—knew, even—that her parents couldn’t have loved her that much. They hadn’t noticed what was going on in their own home. They hadn’t realized what a horrible child their brother had become, and they didn’t protect her from their son when she needed them. . . . How much could they have loved her if they hadn’t realized what was going on in their children’s lives?

There was still time. The human was quite a ways down the tunnel compared to Sophia. Instead of recklessly shifting to her wolf form, she decided to strip. When this was all done and over with, she would need to go back to her human form and get back into the public. In this time and age, it wasn’t normal for people to walk around naked, so she would have to get her clothes back. The werewolf peeled her layers off, keeping one eye on the human female as she made progress across the tunnel, acting as if she was completely terrified of the rails. Sophia didn’t bother folding her clothes; she just piled them up and shoved them into a corner. Once she had all of her shit situated, she let out a low growl and fell back on her fours, her shoulders rotating and her bones shifting—breaking and mending in the span of a few seconds as the rest of her body contorted. Fur sprouted along all of her body, her spine elongated into a tail, muscle and fur forming instantaneously. In the span of a few seconds, she had nearly doubled in size and tripled in weight. Standing on the platform was a seven foot tall, one-thousand pound werewolf.

Sophia lifted a paw and slammed it down on the pavement, drawing her lips back to bear her white fangs at the woman. A snarl ripped through her throat and Sophia didn’t hesitate before launching herself down the platform, her paws beating the ground as she bolted toward the girl with speed. I will tear you all apart! Sophia screeched in her mind. There were cops following along the platform a ways away from the other woman, their guns drawn and flashlights out. The little beams of light didn’t bother Sophia—they were minor distractions. She was stuck on the hunter, knowing that she was the biggest threat. The cops would see her and freak out. The hunter would see her and think “prey” and then go into battle mode. Unless Sophia’s sheer size was enough to intimidate her. There were plenty of large werewolves out there, but Sophia hadn’t seen anyone that was quite her size. She was a massive beast, the size of a large draft horse, but she didn’t weigh as much as one. They weighed literally a ton, and Sophia weighed only half of that, but it was still a lot.

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---------STATE Finished
---------VOCAB 1031
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Subway tunnel
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

Sierra could see the woman a bit a ways down further. She couldn’t see her features but she could see the outline of a human form. It looked like a blackened figure running. Something straight out of a detective comic book cover. The little old ornaments which hung above provided dim light but it was light nonetheless. If anyone had an advantage now it was probably Sierra. It was neither dark nor light but a strange and horrible mix of something in between. The beast was probably rather annoyed since she needed not a speck of light to see thus this odd mix of lighting should in theory throw the beast off. Sierra continued to run with the heels of her boots clicking on the sparsely used pavement. There was no use in “sneaking” now. No point. If Sierra didn’t get this one right now then she would lose her. The odds of meeting up with this woman now wouldn’t be good.

As Sierra continued to run she heard one word, “freeze” echo down towards her. People were coming to check her out. Cops. But people who only trained once for the academy were no match for someone who did this every single day. She didn’t need luck to know that the two females would make it to the emergency exit door and successfully get lost in the crowd. Only Sierra wouldn’t lose this girl. She could push people with the best of them! The only part she would need to be careful was her gun. It would part people like the red bloody sea and then there would be a grave chance of losing the shifter. But Sierra wouldn’t let that happen. With anger and hate fuming inside her small body she upped the pace trying to reach the monster. Though Sierra would have no choice she would kill the bitch in the crowd. A few good shots should easily do it.

A look half hidden by the lack of lighting hid Sierra’s puzzled look. She couldn’t tell what the girl was doing but she soon got on what looked like either her knees or directly on the ground. “I see,” Sierra muttered to herself. The girl had figured out Sierra was after her – To kill. It didn’t take a genius to know Sierra was a hunter in light of the current situation! “So you want to play it that way huh, bitch?” Sierra asked to herself as she slowed down from her fast paced run. Sierra wasn’t used to slowing or stopping during running but Sierra only tripped over her own feet from slowing rather than running into her own feet and somehow ending ass on the tram tracks. Sierra had once run to catch a bus and she had slightly forgotten to slow down and ended up running straight into the door. If you ran you weren’t meant to slow down or come to complete stops so suddenly. Sierra caught herself before she fell over, managed to stay a feet and grabbed a second gun. If that thing was going to come at her then hell, Sierra would play!

In the heat of the moment Sierra had forgotten all about the cops. But nothing would happen if they caught up. They would see that giant beast and immediately forget about everything! If any of them survived there would be a giant animal rumour in the subway like how alligators live in the sewer system. As the beast began to move towards Sierra had stopped running towards it. She believed it best for the opponent to run its way to her and not visa versa. “Run to your death,” she muttered knowing that the thing wouldn’t be able to understand whatever she said. Sierra hid in the darkness not bothering to move under the dimmed lighting. Her guns were held out aiming for the beast. She would fire simultaneously both guns at the head of the large, large creature. The thing had to weight at least two thousand pounds. It was undoubtedly the biggest monster she had ever encountered.

The men in her family were a good half of this woman’s vast size. They looked more like wolves than anything else. Disgust, hate, revulsion and abhorrence all burned in Sierra’s eyes. Right now she hated this wolf more than anything else in the world. If she must, she would die as long as she took this wolf with her! Every good hunter knew that one day someone better than them would come along and claim their lives. Sierra knew and accepted this. But she detested this creature more than anything and with her last dying breath she would take down this atrocity to God with her! That poor son of a bitch monster got classified as something Sierra only reserved for her own family. It was the same way with all were animals in truth. There wasn’t the scent of fear anymore coming off of Sierra. She was now predator and this beast was prey. Sierra pulled down both triggers aimed precisely with an acute sense of accuracy directly at the beasts head. “Asta la vista bitch.”