Fan Fiction ❯ Bounty Hunter ❯ Headache ( Chapter 1 )

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The empire: The galaxy spanning realm of the human race, ruled by the god-emperor on terra.

Imperial Guard: The totallity of human conventional forces, numbering billons.

Adeptus Arbites: The empirial institution that is responsible for law and order.

Inquisition: The empirial institution that hunts down heretics and fights agains demons and aliens (XENOS)

Bounty Hunter

"Sarge can you hear me?" "…" Sarge?" "…" "SARGE!?!"

Gil woke up, sweat drained as always. The lights in her room were off and it was dark except for the neon advertisment blinking of and on outside of her window. A glance at the old clock told her that it was 3am TST (Terra Standard Time). "No point trying to sleep more now", she thought.

She got up and made a couple of steps over to the light switch next to the door, but stepped on a bottle and fell forward on her stomach. "SHIT!". She got up again and switched on the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Her bedroom was a mess. Everywhere were empty bottles of a cheap local narcotic and her laundry was strewn all over the place. Her bed was merely an old matrace with some sheets on it and an old pillow and blanket with no covers. At least she had retrieved a bedframe from the prevous owner. But it was no wonder, it was his only possession and now he is pushing up the daisys after a bash with the arbites.

The only thing which seemed to be kept in order and of worth where Gil's two pistols and her holster. One of them was a sevice issue Las-pistol and the other an ancient gun powder model which had Desert Eagle engraved on the barrel, what ever that is.

Gil believes it to be a manufacturer of some kind or other, but she didn't care as long as the weapon worked.

Gil looked down at herself, her top was wet with sweat and clung to her breasts, the rough cloth irritating her skin. She went into the small living/kitchen area of her appartment and got a new bottle of the booze. Her head still hurt from yesterday and she took a big swig putting the bottle back in the freezer.

A red cockraoch-like bug with 7 legs and the weight of a humming bird watching the whole scene bored from a shelf, , before it returned to devouring the goliath spider.

Gil in the meantime turned to take a shower. She flicked the light switch and the fan started to turn with the usual scratching noise. The bathroom didn't look better than her bedroom and mildew was growing in a rusty brown on the tiles and ceiling.

She took off her top and looked in the mirror. Her face was beautiful, with her straight nose and a perfectly formed mouth with round lips. She had jade-green eyes, that were radiating more life and energy than she felt like in the moment. Her eyebrows were thin and almost formed a complete halfmoon, circleing her eyes. Her ears were hidden behind a strand of her dark blonde hair, that she wore shoulder long, but would have made her even more atractive to the average male observer.

She looked further down and eyed her cleavage in the mirror. They were of a decent size, filling her hands if she would hold them, and she would think of them as attractive too if not for the scar above her right breast. The memory of the incedent made her shiver.

She turned on the water in the shower and slipped out of her panties, leaving them lying on the floor next to her top.

The water wasn't very warm, but at least it was clean, thanks to the waterpurifier she bought with her last money.

Gil stepped over the small rim enjoying the water running over her head and body, when she heard somebody smashing her door.

The guys were quick to spot her, thanks to the sound of the water running and the first guy, a brute with an ugly scar across his face, was storming through the bathroom door.

Just he didn't expect her to fight.

Naked as she was, she side-stepped and grapped his wrist, catapulting him head first through the shower curtain and against the wall, using his momentum from the rush.

The brute hit the wall with a wet crack, indicating to Gil that he at least broke his nose.

There was another guy in the room, he was slender and looked handsome, except for the punctures in his arms by syringe needles. He wore lose robes and dirty green trousers, which looked like they had been stitched over a dozen times.

He was swinging a pipe in his hand as a club and atacked her with a loud shout.

He slashed at her head in a horizontal arc, the force of which made him make a step forward. Gil ducked under the swing and rammed her palm in an upward thrust against his chin. The guy's head flew back and she placed her leg between his, taking him down with a sweep of her leg, pulling his away and ramming her elbow in his solarplexus.

He collapsed with a gasp, as the air was foced outside his lungs.

She was about to break his throat, when the brute hit her with a hammerlike blow from behind. Her vision faded and she collapsed on the floor.

She woke up, still lying on the floor. Her head was hurting more than ever and she could hear the two guys talking.

"I kill that bitch!"

"Let's have a little fun first." hissed the other.

"But I want to kill her now! She broke my nose!"

"I SAID, WE are going to have fun first, then you can kill her, I DON'T fuck corpses!"

The other guy grunted another complaint and she could hear him go off and go through her stuff in the bedroom.

She opened her eyes slowly, the slender gangster was standing above her, opening the fly of his pants. He'd already taken of his shirt and saw that he was sporting a couple of gang tattoos and even more scars. He was staring at her crotch and didn't notice that she woke up. He finished taking of his pants and she realized with a shock, that he was a mutant.

His mutation was not obvious as long as he didn't take his pants of. His penis was thick, red and had fleshy flaps, that looked like they would actually hurt badly. He licked his lips with his tounge and she could see that it was also mutated looking like a snake's.

He made a step towards her lying body and ducked over her. When his lips were almost touching her's she pulled up her knee and slammed it into his crotch, the feel of his deformed genitals almost making her sick. The mutant collapsed again onto her trying to scream, but unable to `cause of the pain in his groin.

Gil was quick to push him of her and jumped up immedeatly to meet the brute coming back out of the bedroom. He looked surprised, seeing her storming at him naked as she was. He lifted up the lasgun he found in the bedroom but Gil was already next to him and hit him with a knifehand strike in the neck. More blood was squirting out of his nostrils, now badji swollen. He tried to backhand slap her with his right hand, but Gil was too quick again and blocked off the strike with her right forearm. She reached around his head with her left and tried to snap his neck, but he grapped the arm and hurled her over his back into the kitchen bar. Pain darted through her back and fired up her neurons.

The small mutant got up again, his member bleeding badly where the fleshy hooks penetrated the tissue. His eyes were a bit glassy, but his complexion was of a deep red and he finally got enough air to scream "KILL HER!".

The brute moved towards her with a vicious grin, that made him look even more mutated.

Gil tried to get up, but her head was spinning and she nearly lost conciousness again. The brute was now only a step away from her and lifted his leg up to crush her. Gil kicked out, but the giant just snatched her leg with his huge paws and lifted her up. He held her upside down above his head on one leg and rammed one fist into her stomach again and again. Gil screamed out in pain and spat blood on the floor below her. She couldn't take much more of this and was desperatly tring to free herself, but anytime she thought she could get out of his grasp he punched her again. She could feel a rip crack under one particulary hard blow and coughed up even more blood. She stared down only wanting it to end when her hand touched one of the various bottles strewn over the floor.

Realising her only chance she grapped the bottle, broke the bottom off it and launched it into her tormentor's knee. The gangster screamed out in pain and let her drop, his knee collapsing under their combined weight. He was lying on his back holding his knee with both hands and coursing loudly.

Gil rolled over on her feet and jumped up, ready to meet the other mutant atacking her. He jumped at her like a wrestler, spreading both arms in an attempt to catch her.

Gil sidesteped and thrusted the bottle in his neck, not injuring him enough to kill him but enough to distract him and give her a chance to slip past him and run past him. The sleek mutant somehow still managed to grap her leg and pull her to to the floor. And jump on her back. He was pulling her hair and jerking her head back, hissing "You are going to die slut!" into her ear. Gil managed with the last bit of strength to turn around and look at the naked thug sitting on top of her. The mutant tried to hold her legs down with his and force them apart, whilst he was groping her breast with one and holding her arms with the other. Gil fought with all her force and tried to loose his grip and finally succeded in freeing one hand slamming it into the molesters throat. The thug's windpipe was crushed by the blow and gasped in surprise at the sudden turn of events. Gil pushed the doomed mutant of her naked body and ran into her bedroom, grabbing her guns. When she returned to the other room the brute just got up again with a face twisted by pain. His friend was still lying on the floor holding his throat and slowly suffocating. He looked up and looked into the barrel of the Desert Eagle. His eyes dialated a bit and his mouth opened to say something which he should never finish. Gil put a round right between his eyes and he fell backwards.

Then she grapped a knife from a drawer and looked at the other thug, still struggling in his death throes. Her face was emotionless, but the mutants eyes opened in horror, when she started to neuter him slowly and making sure that his last moments would be of enormous pain.

After her would be rapist joined the imperator and she made sure that there was no way he could come back she returned to her still running shower and washed of the blood and tend to her injuries.

The red bug, having no concept of sexuality, being asexual, finished his meal and returned to preying on spiders, paying no heed to the two corpses lying in the room.

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This story was supposed to be a one chapter one, but I enjoyed myself and if you ask nicely I can add more.

I also have a Battle Tech story, didn't post it but I could. Isn't anime or so but has lots of mecha, so if you would like to read it tell me and I get it up.

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All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real life is purly accidental.

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Nightsurfer