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.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9DvNw7b3Yt
The cold damp ceiling lets little sound of the happenings above ground.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ20NtDlAiog
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.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlXUyw9H6XL
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.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXWDPsVj2iy
Only a predator.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdYES3o733v
A stalker who tracks it's prey by the sound of the helpless, tracing the criss-crossing echoes of the sobs and muffled cries.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnnlg8mjuuQ
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.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMmtiiiNgKk
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. 291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMXeK0FsD7J
She opens her eyes291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIyI3T9vdo4
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.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpSqZdW4okX
Above she sees a familiar face.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg1UKjHPY2v
At last, her prey.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb7XR0c984X
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.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJviO9hRe72
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.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcU99qSFExP
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.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKudF8P96jI
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.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL4dfg33yAA
Below amongst the rot dwell the real monsters.291Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGonCixll3C
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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