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Date Posted: 22:07:39 05/03/04 Mon
Author: rage
Subject: I'll fucking kill them.

There is a line drawn within every wild beast's soul that, when crossed, results in instantaneous and brutal death.

This particular beast only has a few lines. But one has been crossed, and now they will die.

The very air shattered with a scream of primal fury, a soul-crushing shriek of absolute, untempered, unstoppable rage. Young high school students milling in the halls all froze, eyes bulging and sudden terror racing through their system; deep in their gut, they knew such a sound meant death for creatures as helpless and as civilized as they. A few females screamed, their voices thin and quavering; a few of the males looked for quick exits.

A sound like thunder rolled through the tightly-packed, fear-drenched masses, scents of sweat and adrenaline heavy on the warm, stale air. Unable to identify the direction from whence the sounds came, the children began to move restlessly, some trying to forge back into the presumed safety of their classrooms. Some simply huddled near stairways or in doorways, too proud to return to the adults and too fearful to stay in the open halls. The school's normally-clogged arteries were swiftly emptying; a rare thing with five minutes remaining before the next bell rang.

The beast had a few particular scents in her nostrils, and they weren't so much actual chemical tags as visceral impressions of prejudice and potential danger. Some of the students had targeted one that she guarded; the beast did not take well to threats to those she claimed as her own. She would kill them, no matter their youth and their ignorance. They did not deserve to live.

Golden and white fur rippled, reflecting the fluorescent lights with an unhealthy yellow pallor, each stride sending waves up the thick, once-groomed pelt that was spiked and bristling with unbridled fury. A second snarl reverberated, tearing the air apart and visibly shaking the beast's chest as she stalked stiff-legged, tail lashing viciously behind her, iron-sharp claws digging furrows and pits into the tiled floor with each step. The great cat walked upon her hind legs through one of the few empty halls, amber-brown eyes burning with a red haze that obscured all. She followed the scents, tasting more than smelling their trails.

The first human to see the hunter was a small, thin girl that stood at the intersection of three halls, near a door to the outside; she screamed as the hulking beast approached and ran in a dead sprint towards the other end of one hall. A frightened hush of conversation rose at her alarm, and a few brave souls peeked around the corner. Another growl thundered forth, and more screams split the air in abject terror.

The lion did not break her swift, measured, stalking gait as she rounded the corner and surveyed a short hall filled with human young. Those she sought were near the end, pressed to the lockers and as confused and as horrified as everyone else in the vicinity. Burning orbs locked onto the trio of males, black-rimmed lips drew back tautly to reveal long, glistening fangs, and rounded ears flattened painfully tightly to a golden-furred skull. A snarl more liquid and more acidic than all before it seemed to set the very air a-flame, and the great cat crouched, her tail whipping with more fervor than ever.

Those who had dared cross a line that they never knew existed found themselves unable to move, terror locking them into place, and they all knew that this creature that focused on them with steely intensity would kill them. They would never know their crimes.

A feral scream transformed itself into an earth-shaking roar as the lion lunged, two unimaginably swift leaps bringing her within range of the children. They cried out in absolute fear as one huge paw swept into the air, hook-like claws shining dully in the artificial light, and descended upon the foremost of them. The claws played little part in his death; the great paw simply crushed his skull into the so-hard floor with a sickening crunch. As blood and gore began to leak viscously from his shattered head, the lion drew her reddened paw back and stared with red-veiled eyes at the remaining two.

They, too, screamed, in shock at their companion's sudden grisly death and in fear for their own short-lived lives. One tried to run, and the hunter raked her claws down his shoulders and back in one unhesitating strike, the very tips of the scythe-shaped weapons shattering vertebrae. He fell, system in shock and mind already feeling the haze of death, and the lion was merciful by taking one swift step forward and crushing his neck in her jaws. The blood of the youth was acrid on her tongue, and she let the crimson liquid drain from between her teeth as she raised her head and focused hawk-like on the last.

This one had been the initiator, she felt, the one who suggested to his comrades that they become antagonists to the lion's charge -- the one who unknowingly sentenced all three boys to death. No realization was in his white-rimmed, rounded eyes as he shoved frantically against the locker, trying to back away into the very wall as though he could escape the lion.

Rich, salty, metallic blood dribbled down the great cat's muzzle in small rivulets, staining golden and white fur scarlet and dripping steadily onto the already gore-soaked floor. The hunter drew in one last breath and roared her fury, barely three feet from the boy; he clapped his hands over his ears, terror momentarily giving way to pained deafening in his expression. So distracted, he didn't realize that he had been disemboweled until torn, ragged chunks of his intestines fell bloodily to the floor. Unbelievable agony flooded his system, and the blackness of death that came when the lion's jaws crushed his skull was almost a relief to electrified nerves.

The hunter didn't move for a long moment, the foul taste of human flesh and blood stinging at her mouth and the stench of death clinging to her crimson-stained fur. Then, she let the shattered body fall from her jaws, and she turned away from the massacre of three human children. With heavy, measured paces, the killer walked away.

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