The Hunters: The Humble BusinessmanThe Humble BusinessmanThe Hunters: The Humble Businessman by Dragonlord95
“Before all else, be armed.”
- Niccolo Machiavelli
Joseph clicked the air conditioning on in his car, swearing under his breath at the heat of July midday. He had Tristan sitting next to him, fiddling with his pistol.
“Could you put that thing away? You’re making me nervous,” Joseph said
“Says the guy who swings around his cannon like a toy,” Tristan mumbled as his holstered his gun and asked “How long ago were we supposed to pick up Saren and Izzy?”
“Two hours ago,” Joseph shrugged, “Wonder how mad they’ll be,”
Tristan looked out his window and fixed his eyes on a certain building that gave him an idea.
“I have an idea on how to soften the blow,” He said with a smile
“Which blow? Them learning we forgot or them hitting us for being late?” Joseph asked peeling out into traffic, “Because it better be good, I already have a healthy amount of sc
The Hunters: First HuntFirst HuntThe Hunters: First Hunt by Dragonlord95
“We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!”
-Dr. Peter Venkman
Warm blood splashed against Saren’s face as she drove her knife into the bat monster above her. She threw the corpse to the side as she surveyed the abandoned farm, trying to spot her friends. The nighttime darkened the former ranch, taken over by the monster she just killed on the farmhouse porch.
“Guys!” She yelled “I got it! We can go!” She got no response but loud gunshot from the barn.
She ran as fast as she could. Upon reaching the doors they were blown apart and a figure shot out, knocking her down as it dove into the fields.
She stood and dashed into the barn.
Israel was standing against a stable, bleeding from a head wound. Tristan and Joseph, aside from minor scrapes and bruises, seemed unscathed, sans their mourning for their shattered zombie tools swords.
“Jesus! What happened,” Saren ran to her friends, expecting the worst.
7deadly part1-4Sloth’s POV7deadly part1-4 by Dragonlord95
A jump, a picked lock, and a pull opens Envy’s window within seconds. That is unless she spoils the fun by not locking the window or opening it if she sees me.
She invited me over to hang out, like every weekend since the club. She always has some story or another about this or that.
The window was in fact locked, at least for a few seconds, I opened the window and jumped in to receive a massive hug from Envy
“Hey Sloth, glad you could make it.” She broke the hug and sat down on the foot of her bed. It was almost as if she was an entirely different girl than the quiet loner than wanted people to leave her alone.
“Do I ever disappoint?” I sat down next to her. I noticed a relatively large splotch of blood on her sleeve “Uh…Envy?” I pointed it out to her. She winced at the sight of it
“Oh, this, I cut myself sharpening one of my knives,” I raised my eyebrow but decided to drop it before I stepped on any toes.
The Hunters: Training (AKA: The Founding)TrainingThe Hunters: Training (AKA: The Founding) by Dragonlord95
“And we shall know no fear, for we are fear incarnate,”
-Codex Astartes by Roboute Guilliman
Eighteen shots between the three of them, that’s all they started with. After the ordeal they went through, only two shots. The woods they were in betrayed the senses, the heat of summer caused the smells and sights of the woods to change drastically.
“Fuck, we are so fucked!” Joseph whispered “This is insane, we’re gonna die,”
“Shut up, we can still get through this. Let’s just get our wits about us,” Israel was blowing smoke, he knew they didn’t have a chance. They were pursued for the past half hour until they were weak, out of breath, and scared.
They settled in a small clearing that was barely the size of a bedroom, sitting down and trying to relax and get it together. All was silent until it was broken by Tristan,
“We only have two shots…how the hell are we going to get through this aliv