Itor City
Earth
Night
On the other side of the country lay a city said to be the safest place on Earth. With lighting illuminating every single inch of the place, security cameras in every home and workplace, Police officers in the tens of thousands, and completely clean streets, devoid of the beggars and any fallen creatures, friendly folk wherever you walked, a tour of Itor city would surely convince you as such. But the hidden truths beneath the sweet layers gave a whole new taste of this place.
Maya, a pretty twenty year old girl with light brown hair and sky blue eyes, walked along the street chatting and laughing aside her younger sister, Jane. They had just come from Itor's greatest attraction, the theme park for Jane's eighteenth birthday. They had spent all day there and were now on their way home in the darkness, dressed in matching black and white blouses and skirts, fit with heels too.
“Did you see that guy staring at us?” Jane asked eagerly.
“Yeah, you've told me this how many times again?” Maya said, exasperated.
“I was so hoping he'd ask for my number…” Jane rambled on. “He looked really cute…”
“Glad he didn't,” Maya grumbled. “He would have probably wanted a two for one deal.”
“You don't really have much trust in boys, do you?” Jane smiled.
“Nope,” Maya smiled back. The two of them walked on without a word for a few moments.
“So, you're going to live a loveless life forever?” Jane asked.
“I would ask you that too.”
“What do you mean? I'm actively looking for-”
“Sex,” Maya finished. “Not love.”
“Aren't they the same thing?” Jane countered. “Or at least closely related?”
“Not anymore.” The two of them turned a corner. “I won't judge your decisions, but I for one, won't be dealing with any men outside of marriage.”
“Ohhhhh.” Jane stared at her in wonder.
“Don’t act like I haven't said this before,” Maya said irritably. She walked past a dark alley in between two blocks of colossal buildings. Just then a black cat sauntered into her path. She walked over to it slowly as the creature lay docile on the pavement. Crouching down, she ran her hand through its soft fur, the cat slightly purring at her touch. A shadow of a smile waxed across her lips. She took her time petting the cat. Maya adored cats, but her sister had no interest in any sort of animals besides human males. And not for innocent reasons either. She looked behind her to call Jane over, but her sister wasn't there.
If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.
“Jane?” Maya rose up, the cat watching her apprehensively. “Where'd she go?” She ran back to the alleyway she had just passed. Within it, Jane was wrapped within the arms of a tall and dark stranger. The two of them were locking lips. “Jane!”
“Huh?” Jane broke away from the stranger and Maya felt a shiver of familiarity. It was the guy Jane had been talking about from the theme park. Had he been stalking them? “Oh, Maya! This is Scott-”
“What do you think you're doing, Jane!” Maya yelled. “Disappearing like that! You bloody nearly scared me to death!”
“Sorry,” Jane pleaded. “He dragged me here and I…” she looked up at Scott nervously. The man gave her a gentle smile.
“Who's your sister, then?” he asked.
“Oh, this is Maya.”
“Glad to meet you, Maya.” Scott extended a hand. She did not take it.
“Jane, we're leaving.”
“What? Why?”
“Cause it's night!”
“But you said-”
“I said I wouldn't judge you, not that I wouldn't give a damn about your safety! You're going home!” Jane gave Scott a resigned look and moved out of his grip. He suddenly grabbed her hand.
“You shouldn't let her boss you around,” he told her coolly.
“N-no it's fine, really,” Jane smiled, trying to escape his grip. He held onto her fast.
“Let her go,” Maya said loudly, but she suddenly found arms slide beneath her armpits, grabbing and holding her in place. She shrieked in horror and something soft was clamped over her mouth. Jane felt a horrible sensation as a cold hand crept under her shirt, touching her stomach and sliding up slowly.
“Thank you boys,” Scott smirked. Several men wearing tracksuits of various colors and bandanas over their faces walked past her. Scott turned to a horrified Jane, then drew a pistol from his pocket and pointed it between Maya's eyes. “Try anything and your sister's head will be blown off.”
“Scott, please. Don't do this,” Jane begged, her eyes filled with tears. Scott suddenly smacked her across the face, stunning her, Maya and even the men around.
“You told me you were eighteen, right?” He sneered. “Then you've reached the age to achieve your only good purpose in life. Now take off your clothes. Bitch.” Jane looked at Maya, fear and regret written across her face as she slowly removed her blouse, exposing a red bra. Maya struggled and squirmed in her captor’s grasp desperately and all of a sudden, she got loose and her captor fell to the ground with an agonised shriek. His scream was followed by that of the other men as they fell to the ground, leaving only the two sisters and Scott standing. Maya gasped as she looked at the men. Their backs had been carved open by some invisible force, their ribs broken open. Their lungs hung out under their arms like the wings of an eagle. She felt sick to the stomach at the gory scene.
“What is this?” Scott hissed, glaring at Maya and shaking his gun. “This was you, wasn't it? What did you do?!”
“I didn't do anything!”
“Don’t play dumb!”
“She isn't,” said a new voice. A large pale skinned man wearing a white shirt, brown overcoat and black jeans fit with jet black boots and an eye patch over his left eye as well as bandages over the area around the eye stepped into the alleyway.
“Wh-who are you?” Scott demanded, now grabbing Jane and pointing his gun at her head. “Don’t move!”
“I wasn't planning to,” the man replied. Scotts wrist suddenly snapped, bending his wrist so that his gun was pointed at his face. Scott howled in excruciation and the gun went off, tearing away a section of his jaw. He fell to the ground, his free hand clamped over his profusely bleeding mouth as muffled screams made Maya's stomach turn. The man still hadn't taken a step. Scott was somehow levitated into the air.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” He howled, blood spilling with every sentence.
“My name ain't important,” the man said vehemently. “Not for a piece of shit like you anyway. Rack.” Screams and cries of sheer agony came from Scott as his arms and legs were pulled away from each other slowly as if he were on an invisible torture device. “As a Yatoga and as a man, I despise a man who harms a woman or child. But what I absolutely detest is a man who would try what you just did.”
“Please…I'm sorry!” Scott managed to gasp out. Maya could hear cracks and tears now. Jane's eyes were clamped shut, her hands over her ears.
“How many other women have you done this to?” The man asked loudly over Scott's screams. “Try saying sorry to them, dickhead.” Scott's body tore into two pieces, his guts and blood spraying all over the walls of the buildings and the two pieces fell to the ground with splats. Maya and Jane stood perfectly still, covered in blood and bits, completely petrified. The man stared at the mess for a few moments before a buzz came from the inner pocket of his overcoat. He took out a vibrating mobile phone and answered the call.
“Yes, AJ?” He said. “Yeah, sorry about that. Just had to kill a raping son of a bitch, I'll be there in an instant.” He turned to the two traumatised young women. “Stay safe girls.” Then with a bounding leap, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.