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The neon lights flashed over the shimmering black paint of his Lotus. The engine hummed with the shifting gears as he traveled through the alleyways of the city. He had to keep out of public sight. Cool summer night air whipped through the open windows. He ran his slender fingers through his sleek black hair. The immortal Leon Valasquez, third-generation Hunter, with a hell of a reputation that followed him anywhere that he went. It didn't help that he regretted nothing. He was the one who completed the jobs that had to be done. His duty to the survival of humanity rested on doing what was needed, not what he wanted. What he wanted didn't matter. Nothing mattered, really.
The only reason why he continued on was that he hated boredom.
Couldn't stand the idea of having nothing to do. Plus, there were perks to the job. Guns, travel, booze, the works. Still, the job that he was going to complete was strictly madness. And the reason it was madness was that it was less of a job and more of an assignment that he'd given himself. No one else had the guts to do it but it had to be done. The monsters ruled the city. As far as the eye could see, gruesome monsters roamed the well-lit streets. They couldn't speak words but they killed their prey with efficiency, precision, and prejudice. If they were to get their nasty little claws near him, he'd be shredded into pieces within a matter of seconds.
Bullets didn't harm them. Fire kept them at bay but never for long. Explosions only slowed them down. Even though they killed humans and all manner of life, they never actually fed on their kills. The way that they survived was through the electrical currents that ran through every wall of every building on every street through the metropolis. Through his own studies, he'd figured out that electricity kept their molecules together. They had to constantly feed. The problem was that no one was willing to cut off their food supply. Electricity was how the world worked. It would continue to spin but humanity had become far too reliant on the comfort that electricity brought them. Lights, sounds, entertainment, medical care, vision, everything.
That was precisely why he couldn't tell his Hunter's Guild of his plan. They would have tried to talk him out of it. Perhaps keep him captive, if things escalated too far. Everyone was in a debate about the topic. They knew how to stop the horror show of a city. They simply did not want to give up their luxuries. However, it had been going on for too long. For over six months, the monsters that had appeared out of nowhere overran the city overnight. The thought of how many humans had needlessly lost their lives made his jaw muscles tighten.
Technically, he could just set off the devices one at a time with his control panel but he had other plans. Leon wanted a front-row seat to the end of the monster threat of New York City. He drove his car to the lower car garage next to the Empire State Building. Slipping out of camera view, he parked his car in the dark and removed his brown leather briefcase from the backseat, and stepped out of his ride. It was probably for the last time but he had to do it. There was no other choice. As he straightened his back, Leon heard an echoed growl as the dim lights shook with the stomping of the four-legged, skinless beasts tracking his scent.
Growling to himself, he tightened his grip on the hard handle of the briefcase and opened his stride into a run. The soles of his hunting boots reverberated throughout the parking garage as he sped his way up the ramp and out of the other side. The lights still shined brightly as his long legs stretched forward to propel his body across the street. There was no point in looking both ways since there was no longer traffic to concern himself with. The immortal plowed through the revolving door and slid his feet across the slick floor just before the closest elevator. His fingers slapped the glowing button to go up. Looking over his shoulder, he saw movement in the background. They had to be close.
They were dangerous but, in order to end them, he was willing to do the deed.
The elevator dinged as it opened and he quickly stepped inside, immediately hitting the button for the top floor. He had to get high or else the signal may not send. All of his devices had to detonate at the same time. Leon kept a tight jaw until the doors closed. Letting out a sigh of relief, he placed his free hand on the doors as he felt the elevator engage and lift him on his journey to the top. His heart pounded in his chest the higher that he went. He knew what the result would eventually be. He may have been born immortal but he could still die. He would die. He knew it.
That didn't stop him from doing what was necessary. He had to convince himself of that fact. Leon rolled over the thought 'I do what had to be done. What is necessary. What is needed.' He listened to the words in his head over and over again. It was a mantra of his. The Hunter was a perfect choice. No spouse, spawns, close friends, or even friendly associates. Enemies, he had a plethora of enemies. They would all be satisfied once they hear the news that the monster problem was solves as was the Leon problem. Swallowing hard, he hummed to himself, "You're a fucking idiot. But don't worry. You've done plenty of dumb shit before. What is one more situation to pile on?"
His ride was over before he realized it. The doors were opening and his hand went to his sidearm, purely out of instinct. The floor was clear but he didn't know why. Stepping out, he observed the bloody floors and the rotten smell that accompanied it. Leon briskly stepped out to the balcony to look over the city. The lights were beautiful in the night. Sparkling on the streets, glowing on the buildings, warming in the small rooms across the way. It was absolutely breathtaking and he was about to end it. Flexing his jaw muscles again, he practically growled at his movements with the briefcase.
Given his situation, the case felt much heavier than it should have been.
The Hunter raised the briefcase to the railing and laid it flat as he opened it to remove the control panel that had been personally built by a genius. Leon let the empty case fall as his fingers wrapped about the rectangular console. Flipping the red protective cover, he sighed as he hesitated to turn the green glowing switch. The next swallow was the hardest as he stared at the switch. What it represented. Shaking his head, he turned his gaze back to the shining city and turned the switch. Simultaneously, there were glows of blue in various parts in and around the city as the EMPs that he'd placed were set off.
The power flickered for a moment and then, block after block, the darkness slowly reclaimed the concrete, glass, and steel of the city as it was losing the manmade glow that flowed through it like manufactured veins. "And one by one, the darkness takes it all back," he said through his long, deep sigh. Dropping the console, it was anti-climatic but he wasn't exactly a showboater. All around the dark city, with the only light to show, was the moon and stars, he could hear the screams and terror of the horror show that must have been happening through the streets.
His time would come soon. They would be able to sense him as the only human left in the city.
The murderous Leon Valasquez would be silenced before dawn. He was at peace with it. No more sleepless nights. Long trips. Confinement. The sickness of the world. The infection of mankind. It would be over.
"Finally," he said, smirking at the empty blackness.
The only reason why he continued on was that he hated boredom.
Couldn't stand the idea of having nothing to do. Plus, there were perks to the job. Guns, travel, booze, the works. Still, the job that he was going to complete was strictly madness. And the reason it was madness was that it was less of a job and more of an assignment that he'd given himself. No one else had the guts to do it but it had to be done. The monsters ruled the city. As far as the eye could see, gruesome monsters roamed the well-lit streets. They couldn't speak words but they killed their prey with efficiency, precision, and prejudice. If they were to get their nasty little claws near him, he'd be shredded into pieces within a matter of seconds.
Bullets didn't harm them. Fire kept them at bay but never for long. Explosions only slowed them down. Even though they killed humans and all manner of life, they never actually fed on their kills. The way that they survived was through the electrical currents that ran through every wall of every building on every street through the metropolis. Through his own studies, he'd figured out that electricity kept their molecules together. They had to constantly feed. The problem was that no one was willing to cut off their food supply. Electricity was how the world worked. It would continue to spin but humanity had become far too reliant on the comfort that electricity brought them. Lights, sounds, entertainment, medical care, vision, everything.
That was precisely why he couldn't tell his Hunter's Guild of his plan. They would have tried to talk him out of it. Perhaps keep him captive, if things escalated too far. Everyone was in a debate about the topic. They knew how to stop the horror show of a city. They simply did not want to give up their luxuries. However, it had been going on for too long. For over six months, the monsters that had appeared out of nowhere overran the city overnight. The thought of how many humans had needlessly lost their lives made his jaw muscles tighten.
Technically, he could just set off the devices one at a time with his control panel but he had other plans. Leon wanted a front-row seat to the end of the monster threat of New York City. He drove his car to the lower car garage next to the Empire State Building. Slipping out of camera view, he parked his car in the dark and removed his brown leather briefcase from the backseat, and stepped out of his ride. It was probably for the last time but he had to do it. There was no other choice. As he straightened his back, Leon heard an echoed growl as the dim lights shook with the stomping of the four-legged, skinless beasts tracking his scent.
Growling to himself, he tightened his grip on the hard handle of the briefcase and opened his stride into a run. The soles of his hunting boots reverberated throughout the parking garage as he sped his way up the ramp and out of the other side. The lights still shined brightly as his long legs stretched forward to propel his body across the street. There was no point in looking both ways since there was no longer traffic to concern himself with. The immortal plowed through the revolving door and slid his feet across the slick floor just before the closest elevator. His fingers slapped the glowing button to go up. Looking over his shoulder, he saw movement in the background. They had to be close.
They were dangerous but, in order to end them, he was willing to do the deed.
The elevator dinged as it opened and he quickly stepped inside, immediately hitting the button for the top floor. He had to get high or else the signal may not send. All of his devices had to detonate at the same time. Leon kept a tight jaw until the doors closed. Letting out a sigh of relief, he placed his free hand on the doors as he felt the elevator engage and lift him on his journey to the top. His heart pounded in his chest the higher that he went. He knew what the result would eventually be. He may have been born immortal but he could still die. He would die. He knew it.
That didn't stop him from doing what was necessary. He had to convince himself of that fact. Leon rolled over the thought 'I do what had to be done. What is necessary. What is needed.' He listened to the words in his head over and over again. It was a mantra of his. The Hunter was a perfect choice. No spouse, spawns, close friends, or even friendly associates. Enemies, he had a plethora of enemies. They would all be satisfied once they hear the news that the monster problem was solves as was the Leon problem. Swallowing hard, he hummed to himself, "You're a fucking idiot. But don't worry. You've done plenty of dumb shit before. What is one more situation to pile on?"
His ride was over before he realized it. The doors were opening and his hand went to his sidearm, purely out of instinct. The floor was clear but he didn't know why. Stepping out, he observed the bloody floors and the rotten smell that accompanied it. Leon briskly stepped out to the balcony to look over the city. The lights were beautiful in the night. Sparkling on the streets, glowing on the buildings, warming in the small rooms across the way. It was absolutely breathtaking and he was about to end it. Flexing his jaw muscles again, he practically growled at his movements with the briefcase.
Given his situation, the case felt much heavier than it should have been.
The Hunter raised the briefcase to the railing and laid it flat as he opened it to remove the control panel that had been personally built by a genius. Leon let the empty case fall as his fingers wrapped about the rectangular console. Flipping the red protective cover, he sighed as he hesitated to turn the green glowing switch. The next swallow was the hardest as he stared at the switch. What it represented. Shaking his head, he turned his gaze back to the shining city and turned the switch. Simultaneously, there were glows of blue in various parts in and around the city as the EMPs that he'd placed were set off.
The power flickered for a moment and then, block after block, the darkness slowly reclaimed the concrete, glass, and steel of the city as it was losing the manmade glow that flowed through it like manufactured veins. "And one by one, the darkness takes it all back," he said through his long, deep sigh. Dropping the console, it was anti-climatic but he wasn't exactly a showboater. All around the dark city, with the only light to show, was the moon and stars, he could hear the screams and terror of the horror show that must have been happening through the streets.
His time would come soon. They would be able to sense him as the only human left in the city.
The murderous Leon Valasquez would be silenced before dawn. He was at peace with it. No more sleepless nights. Long trips. Confinement. The sickness of the world. The infection of mankind. It would be over.
"Finally," he said, smirking at the empty blackness.