Whimpers scattered down the tunnels like a lost child, scared and confused amongst the sounds of water.
The constant dripping and rushing of an old system unsure of itself. A cause for madness of those that are unlucky enough to find themselves in this labyrinth of refuse and liquid.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhMx8TzWZ8w
The cold damp ceiling lets little sound of the happenings above ground.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPb7Rr4sZVU
There are openings though, where the rot and filth flow down. The dark alleys of the city above, shadowed corners where monsters do their work.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs7KcgSeAje
The sounds of the helpless face down in the gutter fall through the cracks. There are no cries for help, just bleak and hopeless noise. Who would answer calls for help? Pleas fall upon the ears of rats and worse...for there are no saviors in the sewer.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtpCRqHfLJY
Only a predator.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzMoXIdsVmp
A stalker who tracks it's prey by the sound of the helpless, tracing the criss-crossing echoes of the sobs and muffled cries.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIMD2sIETN4
Pale feet move silently through the shallow mirk. Slick black hairs clings to a thin face. Eyes closed and teeth barred. The hunt consumes her, she aches for it. It had been too long.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡicxpdiXgKA
The whimpers grow closer and with them harsher noises. Laughter, the word slid across her feral mind. It only meant one thing, a monster of the surface. Through the smells of shit and bile the predator tastes fear, sex, and blood. 300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVSXk5FVSo9
She opens her eyes300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKG8j6C1eFT
A dim glow fills the chamber as the light trickles in through slender holes. It hangs at the edges with a feeling of caution and regret, for some things are not meant to be brought to the light.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Zqgkhuij5
Above she sees a familiar face.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5l31OlI8cQ
At last, her prey.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZobWeaQQHz
She clambers up the nearest vacant opening. Consumed with need, she enters their world without hesitation. On the surface, countesses experiences assault her senses. Even at night the city is a burning star in her eyes. Smells and sounds disorient her. Diving behind a large metal container she battles the chemical needs, forces herself to calm and lets her eyes adjust to the world of lights.
She examines her prey.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGB53XhMYxW
Large and covered in a second skin the monster assaults a pitiful creature. It scent fills her nostrils, a sweet metallic mixed in with sweat. He was full of it, the perfect time to feed.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrBv3yfzmUY
Lost in rage and lust it doesn't notice her approach. It doesn't hear her nails scrape the erthencrete, nor a sound as she draws the curved kitchen knife from its patchwork sheath. It doesn't smell her excitement.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjN18bacANq
The dull knife jaggedly tears across the throat, blood and flesh falling away as she saws and jabs through its neck. Her fingers claw at its face, tearing at flesh and eyes. The screams are hardly more than the gurgled questions of how. For it was a monster to be feared, and these streets its hunting ground. It didn’t know.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvBDWbdKkvJ
Below amongst the rot dwell the real monsters.300Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ99iE5yQBYz
It’s done. She stands above her prey, the would be monster, adrenaline coursing through her. She feels alive and purposeful. Waves of ecstasy crash into her and she begins to sway. Her eye’s meet that familiar face, and the world goes dark.
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