Corruption
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Category:
M through R › Predator
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,728
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Corruption
Disclaimer: I do not own Predator NOT MINE!!!!
first fanfic so please no flamers!
Corruption
Chapter 1
“ You are your own worse enemy” a saying that I believe is appropriate to describe the human race because they rise, kill anyone including their greatest allies to get the power they want, which they get only to fall by another person who wanted the same desire.
You probably wonder who I am and why I say this. My name is Storme and I live in a city full of corruption, lies, and suffering.
It all started three years ago when I moved here with my mother with the promise to finally start a new life after many years of waiting for it. You see I never really knew my father; he passed away a few months after I was born. My mother never spoke about him, she would get mad if I asked about him. The only thing I got out of her was that I had his eyes and personality. I guess I’m my fathers’ daughter or something, who knows.
Aside from that the promise of a new life was instantly shattered. Drugs, prostitution, lies, death, so on were the only things that greeted us. The city is own mainly by the mafia, big drug dealers, and human traffickers. Police has no control so crime runs unchecked. So basically it’s a kill or be killed situation and only the strongest will survive.
Everyday I hear or read that someone is murdered, committed suicide, died by over dose on drugs, was robbed, or raped and the list goes on and on. In a way I feel bad for these people because my mother just so happen to be one of the many victims. It was only a matter of time before she became hooked on the many drugs sold in this city and she did everything she could to get them including prostituted. One night she went and never came back. A few days later she was found dead, stabbed to death like many prostitutes are.
That was two years ago now I’m eighteen and have learned the ways of the street. Since my mom is dead I must fend for myself, which means I need money. So I did what many people did and joined the cities’ corruption by becoming a drug dealer. It’s more clean then becoming someone’s whore and I know just where to get my drugs in order to keep up with the demands. It’s not a sin free living but hey it gives me shelter, food, and protection. Besides when did god care about me? If he did why would he leave me in this hellhole to die? I know I could get killed but honestly does it matter? I mean I got nothing to lose anyway and who’s going to miss me when I’m gone? Yeah I’ll be in the newspaper and people will read and talk about it, then the next day they’ll have a new story to read and talk about. So really I’m not afraid to die because I have nothing to live for. I know I will be forgotten but who cares it’s a rough life and people want drugs so I might as well give someone a little happiness…
Storme walked down the dark ally way like she always did, it had been a long night of drug dealing and she was looking forward to getting a little rest before another evening full of business. She slept only in the day because it was the night when work was good and she needed all the money she could get.
Storme was a good looking young woman, she had jet black hair which was braided and bobbing back and forth against her waist as she walked, blood red eyes covered by sun glasses so no one would give her any odd looks, her skin was a silky pale white that shined in the moon light, she wore a sleeveless black trench coat that was used to store weapons and drugs. Under the trench coat was a navy blue tank top with a long fish net shirt, she had on red and black finger cut gloves, black cargo pants, and belt buckle boots.
Of course Storme could care less about her out look that this point as she walked inside her home, as she walked through the door and started removing her clothing she couldn’t help but wonder if she was being watched because the past two evenings she walked home she head odd sounds like purring, clicks, and growls. For now she would let it slide and take a shower.
Meanwhile…
Three large figures had just watched Storme walk into her house, they were known as Yautja, great alien warriors who hunted prey they felt worthy for a living and showed off their trophies to prove their skill. Through humans or oomans as they called then were considered prey, they were hunting for a different reason.
“ Man, we have been watching this ooman for two days now” one whined “ when are we going to take her?”
“ Are you sure this is even her?” the another asked
“ Of course it is, she has the tracker in her doesn’t she, that is his daughter, now WILL YOU TWO BE QUIET AND QUIT COMPLAINING AND ASKING DUMB QUESTIONS!!?” The leader barked
“Sorry sir” they both said before going quiet
“And to answer the first question it will be tomorrow because we might as well let her rest for now, after all today is her last day on earth” He said with a soft purr
With that the Yautja disappeared back into the darkness…
thanx for reading review please
first fanfic so please no flamers!
Corruption
Chapter 1
“ You are your own worse enemy” a saying that I believe is appropriate to describe the human race because they rise, kill anyone including their greatest allies to get the power they want, which they get only to fall by another person who wanted the same desire.
You probably wonder who I am and why I say this. My name is Storme and I live in a city full of corruption, lies, and suffering.
It all started three years ago when I moved here with my mother with the promise to finally start a new life after many years of waiting for it. You see I never really knew my father; he passed away a few months after I was born. My mother never spoke about him, she would get mad if I asked about him. The only thing I got out of her was that I had his eyes and personality. I guess I’m my fathers’ daughter or something, who knows.
Aside from that the promise of a new life was instantly shattered. Drugs, prostitution, lies, death, so on were the only things that greeted us. The city is own mainly by the mafia, big drug dealers, and human traffickers. Police has no control so crime runs unchecked. So basically it’s a kill or be killed situation and only the strongest will survive.
Everyday I hear or read that someone is murdered, committed suicide, died by over dose on drugs, was robbed, or raped and the list goes on and on. In a way I feel bad for these people because my mother just so happen to be one of the many victims. It was only a matter of time before she became hooked on the many drugs sold in this city and she did everything she could to get them including prostituted. One night she went and never came back. A few days later she was found dead, stabbed to death like many prostitutes are.
That was two years ago now I’m eighteen and have learned the ways of the street. Since my mom is dead I must fend for myself, which means I need money. So I did what many people did and joined the cities’ corruption by becoming a drug dealer. It’s more clean then becoming someone’s whore and I know just where to get my drugs in order to keep up with the demands. It’s not a sin free living but hey it gives me shelter, food, and protection. Besides when did god care about me? If he did why would he leave me in this hellhole to die? I know I could get killed but honestly does it matter? I mean I got nothing to lose anyway and who’s going to miss me when I’m gone? Yeah I’ll be in the newspaper and people will read and talk about it, then the next day they’ll have a new story to read and talk about. So really I’m not afraid to die because I have nothing to live for. I know I will be forgotten but who cares it’s a rough life and people want drugs so I might as well give someone a little happiness…
Storme walked down the dark ally way like she always did, it had been a long night of drug dealing and she was looking forward to getting a little rest before another evening full of business. She slept only in the day because it was the night when work was good and she needed all the money she could get.
Storme was a good looking young woman, she had jet black hair which was braided and bobbing back and forth against her waist as she walked, blood red eyes covered by sun glasses so no one would give her any odd looks, her skin was a silky pale white that shined in the moon light, she wore a sleeveless black trench coat that was used to store weapons and drugs. Under the trench coat was a navy blue tank top with a long fish net shirt, she had on red and black finger cut gloves, black cargo pants, and belt buckle boots.
Of course Storme could care less about her out look that this point as she walked inside her home, as she walked through the door and started removing her clothing she couldn’t help but wonder if she was being watched because the past two evenings she walked home she head odd sounds like purring, clicks, and growls. For now she would let it slide and take a shower.
Meanwhile…
Three large figures had just watched Storme walk into her house, they were known as Yautja, great alien warriors who hunted prey they felt worthy for a living and showed off their trophies to prove their skill. Through humans or oomans as they called then were considered prey, they were hunting for a different reason.
“ Man, we have been watching this ooman for two days now” one whined “ when are we going to take her?”
“ Are you sure this is even her?” the another asked
“ Of course it is, she has the tracker in her doesn’t she, that is his daughter, now WILL YOU TWO BE QUIET AND QUIT COMPLAINING AND ASKING DUMB QUESTIONS!!?” The leader barked
“Sorry sir” they both said before going quiet
“And to answer the first question it will be tomorrow because we might as well let her rest for now, after all today is her last day on earth” He said with a soft purr
With that the Yautja disappeared back into the darkness…
thanx for reading review please