Head Hunter...

[Jacob]

*Setting: A raggedly dressed Mudokon darted through the city alleyways, panting and coughing as he slid in the foul sludge-like mud that was carpeting the ground. Diving over the worn torn bin liners and sleeping homeless, the Mudokon knew he couldn't outrun his persuer and for a fleeting moment contemplated fighting back. But as the gentle humming sound of the beings beating wings got louder, he realised what he was up against. As he turned around for, what seemed like, the 1000th time the Mudokon failed to notice a cluster of bins up ahead and before he could react, ended up hitting them full on. The clatter was loud, causing the homeless to stir and situp to see what the comotion was. Scrambling in the filth of the alleyway the flatflooded biped felt as if his Heart was going to explode with panic.
*Thump*
Upon clambering to his feet, a fierce weight hit the top half of his back. Sending him sprawling forwards, sliding in the grime. He now knew this would be the best time to beg. Turning, his lip trembling, the Mudokon pined out. Asking his chaser to show him mercy, but he knew Iber wouldn't. He was the most ruthless in the business, and thus the best. Looking up at the being, who was cloaked in darkness, he could sense his disappointment. Sense its exileration of the chase. Sense its need for more.*

Iber: "Iber is tempted to let you run off again, you know? Tempted to see if you have learned anything from this little escapade."

Mudokon: "Oh please!! I beg you, Iber!! I beg you!! Let me have another chance to escape. Please!! I'll be better this time, i sw..."

Iber stepped forward, half illuminated by one of the moons which was now only half covered by cloud. It was clear that the creature was an Isore. An Insect-like creature, renowned for their two penis' and four arms. Ibers secondary arms were hidden however, concealed beneath his light brown leather jacket that stretched down to his ankles. His primary arms were in the sleeves. Dangling inanimatly as he spoke. His large, oval eyes glowed a soft yellow whilst the smaller, black, circular ones blinked softly. Picking up scent trails.

Iber: "Tell Iber, oh-prey-of-mine, why he would want you to do better? Hmm...risk losing his money. His reputation."

Slowly climbing to his feet the Mudokon stuttered, trying to compose himself in the negotiation that could mean the difference between life and death.

Mudokon: "B-Because the...the chase was a little, little quick. Over too quick, i'd say."

Raising his left brow Iber stepped forward, his mouth opening ever-so-slowly revealing a row of razor sharp teeth. Black bile running over them as his pointed, pink tongue curled in his mouth.

Iber: "So, prey-of-mine, would you like another chance? A chance to die tired?"

Backing away from Iber, and getting prepared to run for his life for a second time, the Mudokon nodded. But as he did so, Iber leapt forward, his coat parting slightly in the middle to reveal his brown insect body. His left arm shot out and his, two fingered, one thumbed, hand grasped the throat of the Mudokon, pushing him backwards as his eyes seered into him.

Iber: "But what if Iber grows tired? What if Iber grows weary? What if, after Iber slaughters you, he is so tired he cannot carry on with his other two Bounties he has tonight? Hmmm...? What if, prey-of-mine?"

As he hissed these sinister words, Iber reached behind him with his right arm and fumbled under his jacket, a clicking of a latch could be heard as well as the scraping of metal upon metal. Pushing the quivering Mudokon down to his knees, Iber looked deep into its eyes. Seeing the beings fear rise off of him. The Mudokon exclaimed in pure fear, attempting to break away but been halted by Ibers tight grasp upon the crown of his head.

Mudokon: "Iber!! Please!! Plea..."

Iber interrupted.

Iber: "May the Lord have mercy on your Soul."

Slowly he raised his right arm, the light of the moon sillouetting the shape of a large Sickle.

Mudokon: "No, no, no, no..."

He seemed to chant this word as sweat seeped from every pore on his body and the ground beneathe him began to smoke from the steam of his Urine.
*Swoooshkkk*
In one swing of his arm, the Sickle had sliced through both skin, muscle and bone. Leaving a bloodied, headless neck-stump spurting blood in the air like a fountain of Oil. The fingers twitched gently as the body slowly cockled over to the side, spilling blood into the grime. Holding the head by the darkened plume of feathers, Iber looked deeply into the eyes. The eyes that had once been so full and were now...so empty. He then opened his coat with his secondary hands, revealing a harness that wrapped around his torso and held two Revolvers either side of his small secondary appendages. With his secondary, right hand, Iber reaches down for a small brown, cloth bag that hangs saggily on his left hip. Unhooking the holder, he brings the bag up and with both secondary hands holds it open as his left arm drops the head in. He then hangs the bag back on his hip, ignoring the stain of blood that is being soaked by the bag and would eventually begin to drip. Buttoning his jacket up, Iber then looks skyward and opens his wings sharply. His wings are large and Fly-like, retracting from the inside of his jacket through subtle slits on either side of the fabric, they then outstretch and beat. Leaping upwards Iber flies to the top of the nearest building, his wings creating the soft humming sound that puts fear into so many beings Hearts. Taking a long hard look at the bustling city, Iber then goes forth to the next bounty he's assigned to...

(OOC: I'm tired hence the crapness. So sorry.)

[Mac the Janitor]

Oo, tres cool Chris. This is the first time I've read one of your fics, and now I regret passing up the others. This is great stuff though, keep it up.

Man, the thought of a 2-penised insect is appauling.

[Jacob]

*Setting: As the Moons slowly sauntered to their place of rest, releaving the sky of their chalk white light for the Sun to take their place, Iber gently flew down to his place of occupation. His large bare feet hitting the tarmac as he landed. His place of work was small, smaller than the other buildings in the area anyway. Whereas most of the street was full of buildings that were atleast five storeys high, this one was a mere one storey. With the walls sprayed with graffiti and the few steps leading to the door strewn with old copies of the Daily Deception, the building wasn't the most welcoming of places. Iber grunted lowly, running his right hand over his head and stroking back the four headtrills that grew from the top of his forehead and bent backwards. Around his, light-brown, face grew small, dark-brown spines which bent backwards and ran down his neck, back, the back of his arms and the entirity of his legs and waist. These spines gave Isores their highly intimidating look, especially when the beings became angry or scared and the spines stood on end, shaking and making a rasping hissing sound. Slowly Iber stepped up the steps and pushed the rickety, wooden door open. The dim light of the Bounty reception gave the whole room a nauseating look. Cockroaches darted around the corners of the room, searching for anything they could devour. And situated in the, medium sized, room stood and sat other Bounty hunters, awaiting for their next Bounty as night turned to day. As Iber entered they all looked up, there were five in total, and three of them were part of a trio who had nicknamed themselves 'The Jury'. These beings wore completly black suits and white Hockey Masks to conceal their identity, however it was common knowledge that the beings were no-more than runaway Orkhids, and that the only reason they wore the masks was so the Council didn't find out about them and deal with them in an appropiate manner...namely death. Making his way towards the large, brown desk which was scarred with graffiti made by knives and other sharp implements, Iber eyeballed the Slig sat behind it. On the wall behind the Slig were pieces of paper, all scrawled on in partially unreadable writing. All new Bounties that were to be taken. Nearing the desk, Iber opened his jacket and, with his right hand, unhooked the cloth bag that hung from his waist. He then dumped it on the desk, unphased by the sickening squish that's emitted from inside.*

Slig: "You know, you could just bring the whole body in..."

The Slig spoke as it, squeamishly, reached inside the sack and felt around, bringing out the first of three heads and placing it on the desk, black blood steadily oozed from the severed neck. The head belonged to a Slig.

Slig: "Nice work, didn't find his Bodyguards a problem then?"

Iber shook his head slowly, awaiting for the heads to be counted so he could be paid in full. Reaching in the sack again he then brought out a Mudokons head. The Slig nodded in approvement and then brought out the last head, another Mudokon.

Slig: "Well, nice work. Here's your pay."

Reaching under the desk, the Slig brought out a sack of cash, which was in a variety of currencies. Ranging from Moolah, to Dollars, to Pounds. Although funded by the Cartel, all the Bounty offices throughout all the cities recieved their main cash flow through their clientele. And even though, most of, their clients did not pay until they recieved confirmation that their target had been killed, the Bounty hunters were still able to be paid through the cash that the Cartel gave them. This was then made up by the payment of the hirers. Of course, in some cases some money swindling went on and the clients were charged upto 1000M's more than was really necessary. But nothing ever came of it, for they knew that if they did bicker about such a thing they would end up like the creatures who don't/can't pay...dead. Now paid in full, Iber headed towards the doorway which led to the first storey. To his bed. After such a long night, he needed rest. For he knew more Bounties were to come.

Slig: "Oh, Iber, got a call in not long back for a job in about a two months or so. Involves killing an Orkhid Commandor. You want it?"

Stopping as he neared the doorway he thought about it. He did enjoy slaying Orkhids, especially when they were at the 'top-of-the-food-chain'. But this job was months away, and he knew he couldn't risk missing a bigger opportunity if one came along at the time.

Iber: "Give it to one of the others."

Turning his head slightly, he cast a glance at The Jury. Who began to shift uncomfortably at the prospect of taking the job and risking everything.

Leader: "Err, yeh, we'll pass on that. Gotta keep our options open, right boys?"

The other two nodded, staring at Iber with anger as he made them look like idiots. Seeing their displeasure rise from them, Iber grinned vaguely before disappearing in the shadowy doorway and going up the stairs.

Slig: "Ooookay, guess i'll leave this one free for the time being."

The Slig jumped from the wooden stool, scrap of paper in hand and wandered over to the wall behind him, he then got a drawing pin and pierced the paper with it, pinning the job to the wall. Turning, he then took his seat again and awaited new clients and hunters alike.

(OOC: Any confusions? Comments? Criticisms? Feel free to state them here or in PM.)

[Sekto Springs]

Sheer brilliance, I love how you described the Slig's black blood oozing from his neck.

[Jacob]

*Setting: The dank alleyway reaked of excrement and rotting garbage whilst the slushy ground was a mixture of foul Rat urine and mud. Looking up the industrialised Mudokon cast his eyeline to the sky. It would have been a beautiful night if it wasn't for the mass of thick smoke masking the twinkling skies. The Mudokon adjusted his black leather jacket, zipping it up as he walked slowly to the end of the alleyway and towards the street. The alleyway itself was quite large, which was what it needed to be for the waste disposal trucks. Three large skips were positioned next to the building on the right. Their yellow paint tainted with filth and graffiti. Slowly walking past them the Mudokon placed his hands in his jacket pockets and bowed his head slightly, shivering as a cold breeze swept around him. Seemingly clawing at his tender skin.
*Clunk-Clunk*
Turning behind him the Mudokon stopped as he was just passing the second skip, a metal bin was rolling gently back and forth on its side. The contents spilling out onto the ground and causing yet more mess. Slowly he carried on walking in the direction he was doing so, still watching the bin with a certain tenseness. Taking his third step, the Mudokon then turned his head back to the front to watch where he was going, only to feel a harsh 'phwack' of something hitting his stomach. He doubled over, winded. His hands came out of his pockets almost immediatly as he landed on all fours, his fingers steadily sinking into the slick sludge of the alleyway.*

Male voice: "Aww, poor ickle girlie-girl."

The speaker scoffed upon saying this, the voice full of menace and intimidation. Slowly the Mudokon lifted his head, aided in this motion by something curved and wooden...a Hockey stick.

Mudokon: "W-Wh..."

As he tried to speak to the tall, Hockey mask wearing creature, he was raised onto his knees by the stick. Gently he rubbed his stomach, trying to sooth the pain of the blow as the cold, moist ground seeped into his jeans.

Male #1: "Shhhhh, i'm unimportant."

The male turned his head slightly, looking towards the street to make sure nobody had noticed the incident. Realising nobody was there, the being then raised his Hockey stick in the air and brought the curved end down on the left shoulder of the Mudokon. A loud and vile crunch was emitted as the bone shattered, quickly followed by the Mudokons agonised screams which were cut short by a second male placing the middle of his Hockey stick in the beings mouth. Hands on either ends of the stick the second male, also wearing a Hockey mask, pulled the stick towards him, forcing it further into the Mudokons mouth and subdueing the screams into fairly loud groans.

Male #1: "Heh, that's a good girl. You just stay quiet."

As he said this he positioned himself so his left side was facing the kneeling, "gagged" Mudokon. He then grasped the Hockey stick in a manner that a Hockey player would and tapped it twice on the ground. A tear streaked down the right cheek of the distressed Mudokon as he eyed the black, suit wearing creature up, hoping he was bluffing. He wasn't. Swinging the stick upwards, the attacker caused the curved back of the stick to impact with the bottom jaw of the Mudokon. The pain was excrutiating as the jaw was practically severed in two. Upon impact blood spurted from the mouth, followed by cracked and shattered teeth in which some were swallowed. Taking the Hockey stick from his mouth, the second male stood back and watched as the creature flopped forwards coughing and groaning in sheer agony. The second male then raised his Hockey stick and brought it down on the outstretched hand of the Mudokon, shattering it in much the same way they did the jaw. The creatures immediate reaction was to pull it towards him and clench it tightly with his unharmed hand, although this did little, if anything, to ease the pain.

Male voice: "What the f*ck are you two playing at? The job was to kill the poor bastard, not f*cking torture him."

It was clear now that this wasn’t just a random attack. But a hired one. And the Jury were the guys who had received the job. The Mudokon was in association with a Smuggling ring. Smuggling different creatures [beit rare or common] to different parts of Oddworld. The person who had hired the Bounty Hunters was most likely in the same faction as the known terrorist Abe, although admitedly a lot more violent and pre-emptive. Still, the Jury didn’t care who hired them, so long as they got the cash they so desired. The third male who had appeared was the leader, like the other two he wore a Hockey mask and completely black attire bar one item of clothing – a tie. This was red. He stepped around the Mudokon who was hunched on the ground sobbing and coughing up blood. He would have probably writhed in agony if he knew it wouldn’t cause him pain, but thus far even breathing intensified the agony.

Leader: "What a f*cking mess…"

He crouched down and reached into his jacket pocket, bringing out a small knife with a black handle and a shiny, 7 inch blade. He then grasped the Mudokons blue plume of feathers, pulled him up so his head was facing upwards and then slashed his throat. Black blood gushed out immediately, spraying the first two Orkhids with it’s fountain-like spurt.

Leader: "Here, hurry up and take the photo."

He reached into his trouser pocket this time and brought out a small, disposable camera. He then underhanded it to the first Orkhid and waited for the photograph to be taken. A small flash in the dark alleyway indicated it had been, in which he then pushed the Mudokons head forward and stood up, watching as the creature flopped forwards and twitched gently before dieing.

Leader: "Come on, let’s get out of here before anybody spots this mess you two made."

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*Setting: The small, wooden surfaced room, was barely big enough for the pair of them. The lone light bulb swung from side to side, causing both their shadows to become estranged and twisted. There were two doors in the room, the exit which was situated behind Iber. And the small bedroom, in which his mark lay, which was behind his opponant. The cracking of the two whips were barely intimidating to the partially insane Isore, who looked at the Orkhid wielding them with a certain contempt. The Orkhid was a Bodyguard for a high profile Vykker Surgeon, who seemingly wanted to save some money by hiring just one protector. However, Iber recognised the creature. He was one of the best that money could buy, and so it was no surprise that the Vykker believed he would be substantial enough to counter any attacks. The Orkhid was quite small though, a mere 5 ft 5 compared to Iber’s 6 ft 4 and had a large mustache and partial beard. His eyes were grey and his hair a shade of browny-black. The clothing he wore bore resemblance to a Western. With a mouse-brown Cowboy hat and a long mouse-brown trench coat. The trousers he wore were black leather and his black knee-high boots were equipped with silver spurs in the shape of stars. Studying the short, yet dangerous being, Iber noticed that he was wearng a black bulletproof vest that looked like it was made from some kind of metal. Cracking the two whips towards him, the Orkhid stepped forwards, smirking. For a brief second the right side of the Orkhids jacket pulled back, revealing the handle of a bulky Revolver, much larger than Iber’s two weapons.*

Orkhid: "Whatsa matter, boy? You afraid of ma girls? Huh?"

By "girls" he meant his whips. Both of which were tipped with a small metallic point. His accent was Texan, and drawled on in much the way a Texans does. Smirking, Iber watched as the whips reached out for him, stopping inches away from his face as a loud ‘crack’ was emitted by them. He took one step back and growled, watching the Orkhids movements.

Iber: "You are not Iber's prey, enemy-of-mine. Why don’t you save yourself the pain and step away?"

The Orkhid laughed in a loud guffaw. Revealing his Pearly white teeth as his eyes stared intently at the Insect.

Orkhid: "Don't be so silly, boy. Ma reputation will not be hindered by some overgrown Cockroach. No, sir."

Iber cocked his head to the side, his antennae twitching slightly. Black bile seeped from the left corner of his mouth and gently he nodded.

Iber: "Very well, enemy-of-mine. Very well."

Again the Orkhid laughed, allowing the whips to drop down to his side, he then caused them to curl and writhe around as if they were Snakes.

Orkhid: "Call me Harlon, boy. It’s easier for you to say when you’re begging me for mercy. Heh."

As he said this he brought his right arm back and lunged it forwards, causing the whip to fly through the air with the tip heading straight for Iber’s left eye. But in a fraction of a second, Iber raised his left hand and caught the leather weapon in his hand. He then wrapped the whip three times around his hand and tugged on it softly, letting Harlon know that he had a good grasp on the weapon. In response Harlon cracked the second whip to the side, turning briefly to look at the closed door which hid the Vykker who, assumingly, lay asleep. He then brought his arm back and once again flung it towards Iber in the same way he did the first, hoping that Iber’s first catch was a fluke. It wasn’t. And once again he caught it and wrapped it around his hand. The whip was tensed tightly and both creatures tugged on each end slightly, trying to see if the other would let go.

Harlon: "Heh. Well, I guess we’re in stallmate, huh?"

The large Insect smirked cockily, a glint of insanity flickering across its face as Harlon watched it’s previously buttoned jacket slowly unbutton as if by magick. And as he watched he saw two, small Revolver nozzles slowly peek out from the center of it, closely followed by Iber’s secondary arms. Harlon smirked, trying to hide his fear. But Iber could see it. Gently it rose off him, waving softly upwards.

Harlon: "Well, ain't you jus' full o' surprises?"

*Boom-Boom*
The bullets soared through the air, hitting the Orkhid in the centre of his thighs and causing him to fall on his knees in agony. Iber then unravelled the whip that were around his hands and dropped them to the ground, stepping forwards quickly. Feeling his inevitable doom, the Orkhid reached for his Revolver with his right hand, pulled it out and hit the hammer of it with the palm of his left hand. The gunshot rang out loudly as the bullet sailed forth and hit Iber in his left shoulder. He ignored the impact, feeling the bullet go right through his skin and bone but not acknowledging the pain. Harlon tried to fire for a second time, being halted in this action by the large, bare foot of the Insect pushing him back against the wall. The force was fierce and as the seconds passed loud cracking sounds was emitted by his ribs breaking. The doubled pain of his gunshot wounds accompanied by his broken ribs was enough to make him drop his Ivory handled weapon. Looking down at the pathetic being, writhing in agony underneathe his foot, Iber slowly reached behind his back and removed his Sickle.The Orkhid stared Iber in his main eyes, looking deep into their glowing yellow as the Sickle was carefully moved closer to his face. Slowly Iber hooked the end of the Sickle into the creatures bottom left eyelid, watching as a gentle stream of blood trickled down the Orkhids pale face. Suddenly a wave of fear seemed to gush out from the creatures body, like a mass of smoke from a blocked Chimney that was suddenly unblocked.

Harlon: "If you’re gonna kill me, boy. I suggest you do it quick, for your own sake."

A gentle smile graced Iber’s face. Disappearing in a foul grimace as he tugged his arm down and dug the Sickle deep beneathe the bottom eyelid. The force of the pull then caused the skin to be sliced, cutting a deep mark into Harlons face which ran from his left eye down to the left corner of his mouth. The gentle trickle of blood was replaced by a mass flow as it spurted viciously and coated the Sickles blade in black. Harlon screamed out as the blade was sharply removed and caused a mark which was sure to scar him for ever more. His hands reached up, grasping his face as blood gushed between his fingers and over his chest and body. Placing the Sickle back in it’s holster, Iber then grasped the top of Harlon’s Cowboy hat and took it off, revealing a mass of longish hair. Placing it on top of his own head he then adjusted it to make it more comfortable. And with one last kick to the side of the head, Harlon was knocked unconcious and left to bleed out. As Iber slowly made his way to his Bounty…

(OOC: Crap, i know, but still. Any questions?)

[Jacob]

*Setting: The hovercar steered into oncoming traffic, causing the oncoming vehicles to swerve out of the way whilst honking their horns and shouting explicitives. The driver didn't care, nor did the two passengers in the back, their lives, as well as others, where in danger and they'd rather crash and burn than be caught. The three inside the car were Mudokons, "terrorists" as the Cartel called them. Known for their affiliations with Abe. Shoving the car into dive mode, the driver then drove the car downwards, pulling up just before colliding with an oncoming hoverbus.*

Mudokon #2: "FLOOR THE DAMN THING!! HEAD FOR DEMUR!! QUICKLY!!"

Demur was a desert, a very hostile desert, known for it's high Critisck activity. A Critisck being another member of the Insectoid family and, much like the Isore, equipped with four arms. The main arms ending in two large bone-like black claws, whilst the secondary in two fingers and a thumb, the thumbs tipped with two claws. Like Isores these beasts also have wings, just instead of two, they have four. Two large ones and two smaller ones. They have four slit-like green eyes which detect heat signatures, and a large mouth, which can widen [via the bottom jaw dislocating] to fit a whole infant in. Two sets of K9 teeth line its jaws, capable of biting chunks of metal off of cars. The end of its body ends in an oval shape [like a Wasps] with two slender, yet powerful, legs grewing on either side. The beings main colouring is usually an orangey-yellow, tinted with brown and bits of purple, however this can vary. Two pairs of anntenae also sprout from the front of its head.
*Gunshots*
The driver looked in his rear view mirror, noticing the large black transfit van flying behind them, a member of the ATF leaning from the doorless side and unloading its bulky weapon into the back of their vehicle.

Mudokon #3: "F*ck!! Where are the guns!! WHERE ARE THEY?!"

The Mudokon fumbled through some large sports bags, unzipping them and rumaging through excess amounts of ammunition.

Driver: "Call Abe, tell him we're gonna be running late..."

As he said this he turned sharply to the right, going through a narrow space between two large skyscrapers, the sides of the car scraping along the sides of the wall and causing a seemingly shower of yellow sparks. The black transit van flew past them, not being able to stop in time but also knowing that it would not be able to fit through such a narrow space.

Mudokon #2: "They're in this bag - here."

Holding his mobile phone between his left shoulder and the side of his head, he spoke hurridly, handing two black Uzi's to his cohort.

Mudokon #2: "He's not answering. Sh*t."

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*Setting: Iber was, seemingly, the only one who had spotted her. She was stood, watching the Mudokons as they made their way towards her, anticipating all their moves before they made them. She was clever. Calculating. She had probably even thought up a back-up plan if he was to attack. But he didn't care. The Bounty was hefty, over $500,000 and the Cartel had declared free-range. Meaning any Bounty hunter could go after it, this created vast competition. Not only that, but the War Generals were dipping their fingers in the pie, sending out three vans full of ATF. This Bounty, although hard, was going to be ultimatly rewarding.*

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*Setting: The bullet lodged in the front window with a terrifying crunch. The driver gulped, wondering where the Hell it came from, but knowing the gun that fired it must've been pretty powerful - the glass itself being bullet proof. As the Mudokon quickly turned left, and once again headed towards the desert, flooring the pedal, the sound of 'whirring' began to put him off.
*Booshhkkkkzz*
Suddenly the bullet exploded in a vibration-filled shock. The glass in all its entirity cracking viciously and hindering the drivers line of sight by causing a mass of cracks to form. Shoving the car into ascend mode, the driver prayed that any collisions he sustained were either minor or non-existant.*

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*Setting: Watching she smirked, studying the drivers driving skills as he scraped and scratched the sides of vehicles, big and small. She then began walking steadily over to her hoverbike, throwing her leg over it and making sure she was comfortable before starting it up. Dressed in complete black, latex attire, the female Katterwol kicked the bike into ascend mode, and quickly went after them, her light purple fur blowing softly in the wind.*

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*Setting: Adjusting his newly acquired Cowboy hat, Iber took flight. Hovering a couple of inches off the ground at first, before quickly heading towards his Bounty’s, keeping a close eye on his main competition as he did so.*

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*Setting: The Mudokon car finally broke free of the traffic, soaring high into the blue sky as quickly as the vehicle could go. Hitting the windshield with his clenched, left fist, the Mudokon attempted to break the glass so he could see where he was going. As chunks of glass crumbled away from the drivers side, he finally realised they were safe - from traffic at least. Adjusting the cars angle so that he was flying somewhere, instead of just flying upwards, he quickly began approaching the desert, and somewhere where he could find refuge.*

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*Setting: She was impressed, they had made it out of the city alive, without crashing - too badly at least. Now, as they neared the desert, she realised it was time. Flying high so that she was finally above them, she calmly looked down, smirking a little. Her yellow eyes showing her determination. Reaching, with her right hand, to the left side of her black belt, the female unhooked a small, yet powerful, Grenade. Pressing a small button at the top of the rounded bomb, she activated the devices magnetic mode, timed it for three seconds upon impact, and gently cast it down. Immediatly drawing her two silenced Uzi's and preparing for the explosion...*

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*Setting: Iber saw her make her move, saw her place her Pawn next to his King. He chuckled, if only she knew he was behind her. Flying higher than both her and his Bounty's. Reaching behind his back he slowly drew his Sickles, and as he watched her draw her Uzi's, lowered himself gently. Readying to strike.*

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*Setting: The bomb bounced readily on the bonnet, stopping at the second bounce as it immediatly magnetised to the metal. At first the Mudokon didn't know what it was, but as the shrill beeping became louder, he realised that he was in danger, and with no place to go, braced himself.*

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*Setting: The bomb exploded in shrapnel and flame, evicerating the engine but also severely wounding the driver. She could hear his screams, smell his burning flesh, and as she watched the car go down, the bonnet ablaze, she smiled, pointed her guns at the roof and cocked her weapons, balancing herself remarkably well on the speeding hoverbike.*

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*Setting: Bringing the Sickles to the sides of his head, he quickly sped up, swooping over her as she balanced herself with amazing ease for a creature that was missing its tail. As he quickly darted over her head, he brought his weapons down, slicing into both her shoulders and causing her to immediatly drop her weapons. A sharp hiss escaped her mouth, the wounds were deep, slicing halfway into the bone. Calling out in agonising pain, she looked up to see her attacker, snarling darkly as she realised it was Iber. Upon passing the being however, he turned in mid-flight, flew lower still and lifted his right arm up diagonally, with a wicked smirk he then brought his weapon down, slicing through the front panel of the hoverbike and causing sparks to fly from the vicious wound he had inflicted upon the vehicle. He then spiralled downwards glancing upwards at the last minute to say...*

Iber: "May the Lord have mercy on your Soul."

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*Setting: Writhing around in agony, the Mudokon driver screamed for help, screamed to be released from the seatbelt that trapped him in his burning torment. Wind rushed past them as they quickly headed downwards, the car tilting to the right slightly as both Mudokons tried to escape. Kicking the back door, the Mudokons wailed, hearing the ground approach them at a violent speed. Then, with a final kick, the door swung open, allowing the second Mudokon to leap from the car and hit the hot desert sand, rolling for a few seconds before stopping and watching as the car hit a mound of sand and skidded for a brief moment before stopping entirely, allowing the first Mudokon to climb out wearily, and attempt to help the driver.*

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*Setting: The bike spiralled downwards in an ungraceful fashion, looking around her the Katterwol growled lowly, wondering how she could escape her messy fate. Moving, in sheer agony, her arms so that they were on top of the bikes handles, she then prepared herself. Watching as the ground neared and timing her jump exactly. Tensing and untensing her legs, she finally flipped herself off the doomed bike, her body straightened out as she saw sky, then ground, then sky again. Landing on her feet, albeit uneasily, she watched as her bike hit the ground, tumbling manically as sand was hurled up in the air, dancing with the smoke that joined.*

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*Setting: The second Mudokon slowly began jogging towards the downed car, hoping to salvage some of the weapons so that he would have a fighting chance against his persuers. The first Mudokon, however, was having trouble with the drivers door - it was jammed, yanking and pulling on the handle, the Mudokon snarled in frustration, casting a glance at his comrade who was jogging towards them. However, as he did so, he saw something that made his blood run cold. He tried to open his mouth, tried to warn his childhood friend about the swooping beast of death, but as he arranged the words to say in his head, it was too late. Iber swooped by the Mudokon, his Sickle held at the height of the Mudokons neck...
*Chkkkkcc*
The body didn't fall instantly, instead it ran a couple of more steps, stopped and then toppled to its knees before lolloping backwards, twitching. The head rolled gently in the sand, the blood staining the carpet of orange black as it did so. Stopping himself mid-flight, Iber then landed, turned back and picked the head up, placing it in the small sack he carried everywhere with him. He then turned his attentions to the others...*

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*Setting: Walking steadily towards the downed car, which she could see was quite some distance, especially in her wounded condition, the female Katterwol narrowed her brow. She was determined to, at least, fight Iber, if not kill him. Even if it meant kicking and biting him to death - she was determined. Not only had he taken her tail, but he had taken her arms. And they, they were the most important thing to a Bounty hunter. Stopping mid-walk, she watched, looking on as he took his first Bounty. She growled viciously, thinking of the ways she could punish him. Brutalize him. But those thoughts were quickly erased from her mind, almost as quickly as she had been kicked to the ground. Rolling onto her side to see what had done such a stupid act, she was unfortunatly met with the menacing figure of a Critisck.*

***

*Setting: Diving back into the backseat of the car, the Mudokon quickly fumbled around with a large, semi-automatic, rifle. He didn't know what sort it was, he did, however, know it was loaded. Clambering back out of the car, the Mudokon then pointed it at the Isore, who had made no attempt to rush him, but instead walked quite calmly towards him. His large, pale brown, ankle-length, leather jacket blowing in the wind, and his matching Cowboy hat shielding his eyes from the harsh rays of the Sun. Cocking the gun, the Mudokon placed the butt of the weapon on his shoulder, and prepared to fire.*

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*Setting: Iber mocked the creature in his mind, laughing at its intense stupidity and ignorance. For whilst the creature was concentrating on him, it had missed the fact that there was a 6ft crouching Critisck behind him. Stopping his casual stride, he waited for the beast to make its move, which it did with sheer verocity. Beating its wings once, the creature flew through the air and latched onto the Mudokons back with its primary, boney claws. It then dug its secondary claws into the shoulder blades of the Mudokon and pushed it down onto its knees. The gun went off, bullets piercing the ground inches infront of Iber and tossing sand into the air. With a foul screech the Insect-like beast then lowered its head, opened its mouth and tore at the cheek of the Mudokon, its teeth digging right into the skin and ripping at the flesh. Ibers right, secondary hand emerged, clutching his Revolver, walking forwards again he steadily and calmly aimed before firing a lone shot. The bullet hit the beast right between its eyes, forcing it to falter backwards and lay twitching furiously. The Mudokon was still alive, and as it screamed in agony, gripping its bleeding cheek, Iber calmly grabbed its pink plume of feathers and lifted it to its knees, brandishing his Sickle with his right hand he then brought it back...*

Iber: "'For dust you are and to dust you will return.' - Genesis 3:19."

He smiled down on the Mudokon, quoting this Biblical extract as if it would somehow help. But to the sane Mudokon it did nothing, and as urine steadily trickled down his inner thighs...
*Ckkkcchhh*

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*Setting: Their Banshee-like calling was quickly bringing her to the end of her tether, moreso than their constant kicking of her everytime she attempted to stand up. There were three of them now, all leaping around and over her, their wings beating violently as they brought their hind legs up to kick her down to the ground. But as the minutes passed their playful attitude began to get more violent. They began using their claws more, and as their hunger set in, began seeing the injured female as food, more than a toy. Reaching to the right side of her belt, she fumbled around with an oval shaped, silver object. Finally unhooking it, she then held it up slightly, pressed the red button on the top of it twice and closed her eyes...waiting for the item to do what it was created for.*

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*Setting: As the sack on his waist now held two heads, Iber made his move for the third. This was easy, grasping the black handle of the vehicle, Iber quickly gave the door a tug, instantly pulling the door open, if not breaking the hinges a little. He then reached inside the car, noting that the Mudokon driver was now unconscious, probably due to the pain of his injuries. Placing his left hand behind the beings head, he pushed the creature forwards so it was bent in its seat. He then brought the Sickle, quickly now, as the creature was beginning to stir, to the back of the Mudokons neck and with a swift cutting motion, hacked off its head. The head rolled steadily on the floor of the car, the black blood pumping out of the stump. Reaching down Iber collected his final Bounty, looked skyward and leapt.
*Bmmmssshhhhh*
A flash of light burst into life behind him, casting his eyes downwards he listened as at least three or four Critisck's called out in agonised unison. The light was blinding, and seemingly exploded outwards in a dome shape, covering the area in a hot, white curtain. The light's interest quickly wore thin for Iber though, for he now had his $500,000 heads - and raced back to his place of employment, ready to collect...*

(OOC: Blahhhh. A bit crap but still, sorry for longness and crapness. Also, thanks to Drakan for allowing me to use his ATF [Anti-Terrorist Force] characters. PM him for more information on the characters.)

[drakan90]

You should really stop saying your work is crap, mines crapper than yours! your stuff is GOOD, although I found the information on the bounter hunters extra...member...a bit weird

[nads]

It was clear that the creature was an Isore. An Insect-like creature, renowned for their two penis' and four arms.

Yeah...that was creepy. Except for that, it rocks.

[Jacob]

Hehe, i put it because i mentioned an Isore before in one of my other fics ['Assassins' i think] and thought i'd mention it again, just to make the characters seem realistic.

[Jacob]

*Setting: A week ago he had been paid $500,000 for taking out three bounties who were in affiliation with Abe, the notorious Mudokon terrorist. Now, however, he was going to meet with a businessman to discuss another job. It was certainly varied working as a Bounty hunter, and on several occassions Iber had been given reason to quit his occupation. But the same feeling always crept into him when he came close to doing so. The same reason for why he couldn't leave kept whispering in his ears constantly. He actually liked the job. The thrill of the chase. The excitement of hunting down his prey. The adreneline rush of landing the final blow. He smiled slightly as he thought of past hunts, his smile widening insanely as he remembered when his prey fought him...it made it all the more pleasurable killing them when they did. He passed a row of paintings on the wall to the left of him, they were all of Mudokons and all seemed to have the same distinguishing mouth shape. Iber turned a corner and began walking on a soft red rug that stretched all the way up the corridor to the very end, where a large brown office door was situated. The directions the Receptionist had given him indicated this was where he was meant to be. Reaching up he adjusted his hat, evening out the brim, he then entered the room. The first thing that Iber noticed upon entering this room, was that it was alot darker than the hallway. The second was that the walls were lined with shelves which stocked a large array of books. As Iber slowly closed the door, he looked to the far left of the room, where there was a small table with a Mudokon laid upon it, a bottle of Whisky in his hand and a glass nearby. Slowly Iber approached, his boots clunking upon the marble floor as he admired the view from the large window behind the drunken Mudokon. His attention was then drawn to the creature as it slowly stirred, lifting its head up and jumping slightly as it saw Iber standing before him.*

Mudokon: "Arrr...Arrrr yoo Iber?"

He squinted and pushed himself up in his black leather seat, his suit was crumpled and his blue plume untidy. In response to the, slurred, question, Iber nodded.

Mudokon: "I-I, err, need yoo tooo...err...too..."

He sniffled, the being was obviously distraught about something and had tried to drown his sorrow in alcohol, to try and numb the pain, but ironically with alcohol, it eventually intensifies the current mood. Making the Mudokon more depressed than he had once been.

Mudokon: "Kill the bish..."

He blurted it out, his eyes watery and his lower lip trembling. Reaching for his glass, his, now trembling, hand clutched it and dragged it closer, he then poured out some more of his Whisky and whimpered softly.

Iber: "Who does client-of-mine want Iber to kill?"

A clash of thunder from the gradually blackening night sky startled the large Isore, who glanced from his client to look out of the window, where he saw something interesting. His large, yellow glowing eyes squinted as he leaned closer to look into the blackness. It seemed to be a circular, metallic object hurtling towards the window. The size of it similar to that of a tennis ball.

Mudokon: "I...I want tha entire fook..."

*Explosion*
Before Iber realised what the object was, it had exploded metres before hitting the window. The blast was intense, and though Iber and the Mudokon were safe from the immediate blast, the shrapnel and shockwave did the most damage. Iber was thrown backwards as the glass shards from the window were thrown at him, the Mudokon was thrown forwards as was his chair and table. The bottle of Whisky shattered on the floor and the steady droplets of rain was allowed to be blown into the room by the faint breeze which was slowly getting stronger. Books juddered off their shelves and one shelf even toppled over, landing against the door. Iber groaned, moving slightly on the glass covered marble floor. His hat had been ripped from his head and lay a couple of feet from him, his jacket had been tore open, revealing his secondary arms and two Revolvers. Sitting up slowly, Iber looked across to the Mudokon who, although barely moving, was still breathing. Getting to his feet, Iber slowly and carefully stepped over the glass and bent down to pick his hat up, hearing the steady hum of a hover vehicle enter the room and land, the glass crunching beneath the vehicle as it did so. Turning, Iber was met with the windswept form of Amoeba.

Amoeba: "What the f*ck are you doing here?"

She looked shocked, appaulled and somewhat frightened as she glanced from Iber, to the Mudokon and then back to Iber - who was tensing up, expecting a fight.

Iber: "What does enemy-of-mine want?"

Amoeba ignored the question and instead chose to walk over, quite calmly, to the Mudokon whilst unholstering a six inch knife. She then span it in her right hand so the blade was facing downwards, crouched and thrust it forth towards the Mudokons neck. But Iber had reacted instantly, rushing forward and gripping her wrist with his right hand, squeezing slightly. The Katterwol looked up, her expression bemused.

Amoeba: "I'd let go if i was you, otherwise i..."

As she neared the threatening part of her sentence, Iber lashed out, kicking Amoeba in her stomach with his right foot and sending her sprawling backwards. Her weapon sliding across the floor.

Iber: "Enemy-of-mine shall leave Iber's client alone."

He stood menacingly, staring intently at Amoeba, who was now slowly standing to her feet, her eyes boaring into his. Her hatred resurfacing and her realisation that she could now kill two Birds with one, sharp, knife-shaped stone.

Amoeba: "Heh - i'm gonna f*cking enjoy this."

[Jacob]

[i]*Setting: Her claws gently unsheathed, she bent her back slightly, lowering herself into an attack stance, then she charged. Her feet crunching on the pieces of glass as she rushed towards the overgrown insect that had foiled her on so many occassions and thrown her from her once perfect status. She leapt through the air, her arms out infront of her and her claws directed towards Ibers face. Iber quickly reacted, grabbing Amoeba under her arms and then flinging her to one side. Amoeba was quick to react however, and upon nearing the floor shot out her hand and did a one handed flip, landing on her feet once more. Iber snarled. Taking off his jacket and casting it to one side, his muscular, scaley arms flexed. The tiny spines, covering his body, standing up on end, vibrating slightly. His secondary arms merely readied themselves for shooting, expecting Amoeba to fight dirtily. But she didn't, once more she charged, this time feigning a jump so that Iber lifted his arms up to grab her, but as he did so she ducked down and tackled him, taking him down and landing on top of him, her claws digging into his stomach. A stuttering screech was emitted from the large beast as he grasped her wrists and yanked her hands away from his body, lifting them away from him as she struggled to claw him more, this had been the first time he had been physically harmed in anyway, shape or form since he had become a Bounty hunter, and the sudden reminder that he could be harmed, sparked a primal fear of death in him. Letting go of her left wrist, Iber then slammed his hand into Amoeba's windpipe, squeezing viciously as he attempted to get her off him, finally he managed to throw her off. Coughing, she rolled on the ground, obviously stunned. Iber climbed to his feet, beating his wings slightly to shed the pieces of glass that were stuck in them. He then rushed towards the distracted Amoeba and kicked her hard in the right side of the head, immediatly she dropped to the ground, blood seeping slightly from her right ear. Standing wearily and grasping ahold of one of the shelves, Amoeba slowly pulls herself up and turns to her opposer, who was stood still, as if expecting her to surrender. Then, with a vicious yowl she rushes forwards, her claws bared once more as the couple exchange blows, Amoeba dodging some punches and landing her own. A flurry of menacing kicks is exchanged, Amoeba staggers backwards after one hits her chest, she then leaps forward again and rips at Ibers neck, his yellow blood staining the fur on her hands. In a mixture of shocked desperation and fury, he then grasps ahold of her neck and throws her across the room, causing her to hit a large book shelf, breaking it slightly so a couple of books tumble off. This time though, he doesn't give her the time she needs to recover and quickly rushes forth and lands a punch in her stomach, forcing her to double over, he then proceeds to knee her in the face, shattering her nose and doing serious damage. His trouser knee is soon stained red, but this doesn't deter him as he then goes ahead with grabbing ahold of the back of her neck and flinging her across the floor, watching as she skids across the glass. She lies, motionless on the bloodied ground. The glass twinkling up from the ground and the moist droplets of rain hitting the surfaces around them as the broken window allows the outside weather to saunter in and mingle with the interior surfaces. He slowly walks towards her, his feet clumping on the ground and making the sound that you'd expect one to make whilst walking on dead leaves.

Amoeba: "You...F*CK!"

Suddenly Amoeba pushes herself to her knees and swings the knife that she had once lost at Iber, slicing through his trousers and into his thighs. Whilst Iber staggers backwards, she clambers to her feet and swings the knife once more. Iber now unholsters his weapons and wields them, his Sickles catching the light every now and then. More violent attacks are exchanged, many being blocked by the weapons wielded, some however making contact. By the 69th second Amoeba's face was drenched with blood and Iber's chest was awash with yellow. He now knew it was time to end it. It had gone on too long. Time was too precious to allow an old adversary to come in between him and a client. He timed it well, too. As she lunged for his face, he dodged to the right and, with his left arm knocked her offending arm to the left, then he slammed the Sickle in his right hand into the left side of her lower neck, forcing the blade right under the collar bone. A startled yelp came from this move, but he then underarmed the Sickle in his left hand towards Amoeba's stomach, and in a sickening slice jammed it deep into her gut, twisting it slightly. Amoeba gulped, blood spat out of her mouth.

Iber: "Enemy-of-mine, Iber does not usually kill unless paid. But you gave Iber no choice. Be not overcome with evil, but overcome evil with good - Romans 12:21."

He then stepped back, pulling the weapons out of her as he did so and allowing her to drop, bleeding profusly, to her knees. But, in one last act of defiance, she smiled up at her opponant and tossed the knife in the air slightly, catching it by the blade.

Amoeba: "F-F-F..."

Her sight became blurred, but in a quick motion she had thrown her weapon towards the unconscious Mudokon, it impaled him through his skull, killing him instantly. Her job was done. She had tied up the loose end. And in turn, her era had ended. She dropped to the ground with a loud thump, breathing shallowly. Now Iber was left with no reason to stay, holstering his weapons, he then steps over to his jacket and picks it up, putting it on slowly as he then walks towards his Cowboy hat and places it on his head, adjusting it to perfection. He then leaps in the air, beating his wings to allow him to hover for a couple of seconds, before flying out of the destroyed office and back home. To rest.

(OOC: Blah - crappyness.)