Whipers On The Wind

Chapter 1: Leave Me Alone.

Resting her head against the glass as she closed her eyes to catch a momentary moment of peace that had been evading her for the last few weeks. Her shoulders slumping as her mind went back over the week that had just been. She felt so soul weary as her eyes flickered open to notice an old woman watching her for a moment before turning back into the magazine that laid opened upon her lap. She knew that she was never good enough but why did her ex boyfriend have to betray her so horribly, no heartrendingly with some one that she had truly believed and had called her sister. Her chest constricted with the force of her silent weeping as the tears slid down her cheeks unchecked. The pain still stab through her heart at the thought but it was starting to ease some what now. Making her acknowledging the possible facts that she may never have truly loved him to begin with.

“End of the line coming up.” The roughness of his voice grated over her hearing as her head turned more fully towards the outside world and the dark beckoning sensations of being lost, no being damned for what had happened.. Her insides quaked at the dreaded thought that she may have caught the wrong bus due to her own inattentiveness. Bemoaning, her own rotten luck when learning that was in fact the case from all the unfamiliar buildings travelling on the other side of the window. Knowing that ill feeling settling in the pit of her stomach was not going to leave her in a hurry. She pulled herself up into a standing position as she flipped her bag onto her back as she waited for the transport to come to a stop that she may disembarked from the shuttle. Unprepared for the harsh jolt that threw her side ways as she stumbled to grab the pole that resided near her arm for such emergencies. Cursing underneath her breath at the driver and his skills as her face dove into the seat in front of her.

The night air held a chill to it as she wrapped her hands together and blew into them. Goosebumps rose along her skin at the thought of the long trek back the way that she just had came from. Her main protection arranged to hang over her right shoulder was pulled in closer to her body as she quietly started her stroll through the darken streets of the most unsavoury parts of the city. Her senses opening up to the hidden dangers that only Jeroma could disguised in the dead of night. Her hearing taking careful heed of the soft tapping footsteps in the distance. Her mind filling with feeling of dread that danced itself along her spinal column to rest at the base of her neck. Shivering at the thought that some one could be following her. Tugging her bag around to rest more on her hips as her ears tilted more behind her head. Her lavender eyes narrowing as her tiny nose wrinkled at the obnoxious smell that was permeating the breathable atmosphere.

Delving into her front pocket as she felt around for her smallish knife that she kept on her person at all times, even if it was against the city's codes of carrying weapons. One would not be right in the head if you did not carry a form of protection on you. After all the rumours about the women that went missing, she had been on the defensive ever since. Her gaze quickly took stock of her location before she continued on her current path. She knew she did not want to be the next 'victim' as the law keepers were saying but she did not think that was completely accurate either. Making her wonder on how many had actually disappeared due to murmurings against their policing force. She giggled at this thought, as she had already written many a paper on the privileges awarded to them for their 'fine' services of the city. She snorted under breath at this, before her eyes continued roaming over the buildings that she was quickly trotting pass. The sinking feeling of anticipation not leaving her as she started to approach a certain sector.

But the idea of freedoms was fallacy in this forsaken city. Her nape prickling as she felt a whisper of wind running down her spine. The government had the place, so red taped it was beyond belief. She had always suffered on this rock, and maybe one day she would be allowed to leave it. Searching for her own destiny was what she had always wanted. Could almost taste it in her dreams. To be a name and just not another number in the crowd. She pulled her straps tighter still as the echoing of the footsteps came closer to her still. Her heart pounded in her chest as she started to trot faster in her haste to be rid of this end of the city. Her housing block was still a few clicks away but she could do it easily in about fifteen minutes at the pace she was keeping at present. She could feel the sweat gathering on her back and her forehead.

Her instincts took flight as she heard male voices draw closer to her vicinity. Not wanting any more trouble than what she could handle, she sprinted to a darken alley way that she caught out of her peripheral vision. Her breaths hot and heavy as she laid against the wall behind her, a dull metal box hiding her from the approaching voices. She closed her eyes as a beam of light passed over her spot before the steps continued on their way. Making her breath a sigh of relief before she hoisted her bag higher onto her shoulder before turning around to look through the smelly dampness. Holding her hand to her nose as she looked back the way she had come to the new way that she could go. Confusion written on her face as she struggled to make a decision on the safer direction to go. Almost snarling at the light that almost shone back into the alley, making the decision for her.

Pushing herself away from the wall, she made her way down the darken street. She almost swore that it was darken then before. Maybe it might be my mind. She thought to herself as her attention caught a scavenging Maligan nearby. Chuckling as the creature scurried from her, she continued moving softly as apprehensiveness filled her bones. Her vision continually moving to all the dark shadows that danced along the walls. Pulling her jacket closer around, she cursed softly as she stumbled over some thing that laid in the middle of her path. Making her grasp inaudible as a hand snaked out to grab her shoulder straps. Pulling her off balance as she tumbled towards the ground, a squeaked leaving her parted lips before she landed rather hard on her arse.

“Look, boys.” A rasping voice boomed out of the encroaching darkness. Her eyes darting over to where she thought she heard the voice coming from. “Female.” He jeered as she heard the shuffling of many feet heading towards her. Cursing herself for her own foolishness of dressing in her light weight skirt. She glanced down at the straps of her bag that laid but a few feet from where she laid sprawled in a most undignified manner.

“Please...” She begged as she struggled to gather her wits about her. She knew that they could in fact scent the fear that radiated off her body. Hell, even she could smell the stench of it as it permeated the air. She held back a shuddering breath as a wolfish face appeared before her. She had not seen the shadows peel apart to allow him through. Cringing as a cool finger traced down her cheek. Her eyes drawn to the tattoo that he worn upon the side of his neck. A curling snake around a dagger. Her body shuddering at the thought of all possible escape routes were now denied and even possibly more infertile, if she tried them. She shuttered her eyes as she struggled to contain her breathing down to a more normal rate. “Please..” She implored again. Her voice an unheeded whimper in the darkness of the night.

“So innocent.” He breathed on her neck as his hawkish nose nudged under her chin to claim eye contact with her. His fingers curling around her chin as he forced her to look, into his heated eyes. Her own narrowing down to slits as she more firmly started to shuddered from the burning glace that she was receiving.

“Any thing but that.” Her tonal response barely audible as she felt a slight brushing of fingers tips playing with the hem of her skirt. The levels of dread that ran rampant through her veins, sky rocketed as the sound of renting material filled the air. Leaving her bare to their leering stares. Shuddering as she felt a touch her concave stomach. “What do you want?” She grasped before her breath left her body. She wanted to curl up into a foetal position to hold her aching stomach that had just received the winding blow.

“Just you, sweet.” The leader sneered at her as his hands traced the white globes on her chest, like he had never seen anything like them before. Dread was taking up more residence in her body as she tried to cringe away from his hand that held her chin in a death grip. She knew she was going to have bruises tomorrow morning, that is if, she survived. All the horror stories of mutilated female bodies showing up in seedy alleys, flash through her mind.

“She's a feisty one, boss.” An unknown hand reached out to cupped her cheek before she was spat on in the face. Closing her eyes in time from having the spittle land in them. She whimpered as she struggled to free her hands so she able to wipe it from her face.

“I love it when they struggle.” Wolf features whispered into her ear as he grounded his erection into the junction of her thighs. “Makes it so much better.” His tongue swept out of his mouth to glided along her jaw up into her hair line. “And the fear that they give off...” He inhaled her scent deeply into his lungs before he smirked down at her. “Intoxicating.” rearing up onto his knees as his hands went to the string that held his pants in place upon his hips. She started struggling again as she watch in horror as he pulled a thick pulse thing from his pants.

“Arrhh...” She tried breathing through her mouth. If only she could gather enough air into her lungs but the arm across her neck was locking that much needed air out. She could feel greying dots hovering over vision, making her blink a couple of times in the vain hope that would get rid of them.

“Go ahead and scream.” He sneered down at her. “The louder, the better.” Groaning as he stroked his harden manhood a few times, before setting himself in front of her entrance. Gritting his teeth as he shove forward into her. Ripping the thin membrane that proved she was untouched. “Innocent, boys. No longer.” he snarled out as he felt her tight pussy clamp around him, trying to force him internal away from her. Her scream echo bounding over the walls as she felt herself tear in many places.

He set a hard pace as he rammed his manhood into her. Stopping to gather his breath, he glanced down at the blank expression on her face. The deadness that he read in her eyes. Flicking his fingers together, he called for the knife that Jiveas was carrying. He being passed into his hand without question. He eyes danced over her features, she was really a pretty little thing. But that has never stop him from marking his women before. Turning her head to the side as he slide the knife's point along the path his tongue had not taken but a few moments ago. A gleeful sound escaped him as he watch her blood run in a thin trickle to begin with.

Looking upon his handiwork, his climax upon him as he stared in horror at the protruding blades that resided in his chest cavity. His eyes staring out in surprise as his head was detached from his body, making him slump forward over her prone form. She never made a sound as the body was pulled from hers. Her eyes dead as she stared out on the shimming form that hovered over before it was gone. Blinking back her tears that strangely enough wanted to flow, she drew the ruminates of her torn shirt about her nakedness.

“Thank you.” Her damaged vocal cords allowed her to say before she fainted to the ground. Her hand curving over her newly acquired scar. Closing her eyes in a fit of despair as she waited for the Muliganes to start munching on her worthless carcass. She waited until the pain subsided before she pulled herself together enough to sit. A look of disbelief flared in her eyes for a moment as she gazed down at her swallow and torn flesh. The rivers of blood dried as she wiped the sticky semen from her lips before she staggered to her feet.

Bending over at the waist as she stared at the decapitated body. Her shoulders heaved with the force of her stomach trying to expel any form of substance in it. After a few more moments of hacking, she raised her hand to wipe the spittle from her mouth. Adverting her gaze, she could not find her bag anywhere in the vicinity that she was in. Hanging her head, she painfully moved away from her scene of disgrace. Groaning as she felt a sharp pain in her womb, as it expelled yet more semen from its confines.

She gazed blankly at the brick wall as she stumbled into the main street from another side alley that she had no idea that she had been down in the first place. Shaking her head to try and clear some of the thoughts that had taken hold since she had been so brutally violated. She needed to get some place safe and clean herself up. She limped up the road as her gaze turn fearful at the approaching males. Pulling her shirt tighter against her body, she lowered her head but kept a watchful gaze upon the males as she slink passed them. She knew the condition that she was in and it was not a very flattering one.

“Looking for a good time, sweetheart.” One snickered at her as she felt his hand brush over her shoulder. Closing her eyes for a moment, she glared at the male as he quickly removed his hand.

“Fuck off.” She snarled as anger cruised through her veins. She could feel a pounding headache coming on rather strongly. She needed some where for her to lick her wounds before she could get on with life. Knowing that she was actually the few lucky ones that made it out alive. Grumbling under her breath at how that she was not that lucky when she felt an intense pain on the back of her skull, making her blink in surprise as she watch the ground rush up to met her face. Helplessness filled her soul as she watched two pairs of feet step from the darken doorway.

“This one with catch us a pretty Ren.” Was the last thing she heard as unconsciousness over took instead.
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So that is the first chapter. Let me know what you think of it. This is a highly modify version to the one over on Fan Fiction called Run With The Wild Wind.