Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Purgatory ❯ Hunting ( Chapter 13 )

A/N: Thanks to those who send their support on this. Sorry it took so long on the last chapter, I had a really bad case of writers block. Not really, I had an idea of what I wanted to do but there were a few scenes that I had to write in order to do what was playing around in my head. Kind of `how to get there' type deal, ya know?

 

Disclaimer: Have ya gotten the hint yet!? I DON'T OWN THEM! JUST PLAYING! (Sigh)

 

Purgatory

 

Darklight

 

Rinoa walked the forest again, looking for her boy, hoping he would come back to her. Part of her knew he was gone, that she had been too harsh with him. That he was being cared for by someone else. That idea made her seethe. Someone other than her touching her baby, impossible! With a furious scream she flung her knife at a random tree, it embedded itself hilt deep in the wood.

 

That part within her that spoke common sense called out for her to calm down, to call on the ritual to bring her other side out so she could think clearly on how to help her boy. Yes, the ritual, it would calm her raging mind down. Soothe the demon on the outside and bring the cool, calm creature out of her subconscious. But to do that she would need blood…and lots of it. Blood? Ha that was easy to get. With a wicked smile she turned to the tree and pulled the knife out. She was in a forest; it had to be some type of hunting season. Yes it was time to hunt the hunters.

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Hours later Micah stepped into the same clearing where Rinoa had been. The soul scent lead here but the spirit hounds had been led off track. It would seem that Rinoa had performed another ritual and had absorbed another soul. Blood on the forest floor attested to that fact. What was left of the body was hanging in a tree in a position of crucifixion. She had cut the heart out of the man and had obviously drunk his blood.

 

Micah hated chasing soul stealers; they always could change their soul scent to blend with the newly acquired soul. Thus confusing the trail. He sighed as he looked on at the body. Cyren stepped up beside him with a snort, her eyes disdainfully scanning the area. Taking in the body last. Again she snorted, “Don't be to sorry for the man, he was screwing his son's girlfriend, stealing money from his company, and had his wife disappear because she found out. He'd be in my realm for a while, if his soul hadn't been absorbed that is.”

 

Cyren looked around again, “Definitely Rinny's work. Serrated knife to increase the pain, slow blood letting to catch what she could to drink, looks like she was taking her time. She cut of the lesser appendages first as well as the nose, ears, and eyes…ah yes the tongue too. Then began cutting off other pieces such as hands, calves, forearms… interesting… she left the penis intact but mutilated the balls and anus. She must have needed to calm down her inner demons pretty badly. Can we catch her new scent?”

 

Micah shrugged, the hounds were working on it but if she had left the glade while in the midst of the change it could take a while before they found the new scent. He walked over to a tree and plopped down on the forest floor, he would have to wait. They could only go after Rinoa at the moment, being that the Dynasty was closed off to them for a while. Siam and Anubis would enjoy their freedom for a little bit longer. For when the Dynasty opened up to them Micah would be on them like an avenging angel, he would personally make sure this Anubis would be made sorry for causing all of this trouble. Siam was inconsequential. Micah wanted the Warlord, and then when he had this fugitive he would make sure that Anubis understood that giving a dark angel a headache was a very bad thing indeed.

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Jonathan sat back against the tree to catch a nap his stomach was so full. He had just had the best dinner in a long time. That had been some buffet! Wow! Too bad his wife and kids hadn't been there! They would have loved it!

 

He sighed wishing heartily that he were with them that he could cook for them again. He loved cooking his special venison meals. The spices and flavors had always worked their magic on his family. They loved the taste and his little girl had been begging him for a while to let her help, she wanted to not only help with the cooking but the hunting as well! He smiled at the memory of explaining to her how he had to clean his kill after he had brought it down. She had only laughed and said that it was only blood. Seems that she had a bit of her father in her after all!

 

He sighed again and looked up into the perfect sky, day dreaming about his next hunt when he heard a grunt to the left. Turning he faced his companion, not much of a man really more like a boy. His hair was wild after the last hunt and he had yet to fix it. He hadn't eaten much after the first bites, seems he didn't like the meat. Not to mention he was absolutely not the best for intelligent conversation. But beggars can't be choosers; after all this kid was the reason the hunt went so well. That kid could FIGHT!

 

And if there was anything to be certain about Jonathan David Siam was not about to cross his partner. The way he had cleaved the village guard in two had impressed that upon Siam that caution was the better part of wisdom. He smiled at the memory of all that delicious meat piled up in the center just waiting to be harvested.

 

His companion was still sulking because he had lost his stick at the last village, had been rather attached to it actually. But what did he really expect from this kid? He was just a wild animal, no ability to talk what so ever, no thoughts in his head other than survival. What ever Cyren had done to this kid it had driven him so insane that he was just a shell of a being. More like a walking cave man. She had well and truly broken the boy.

 

He didn't trust Siam, that was obvious but he stuck with the older man because he took care of his wounds and fed him, making sure to find shelter for the two of them. Siam felt a little like a father again. He sighed as he slowly moved closer to the kid, he really needed a bath! Not very civilized was he? Oh well, time to start cleaning him up.