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Chapter 5
by Cheese 2000
Professional Hunter Pheonix Mark ripped the wanted poster, hanging on a wall, from it's place. After examining it, he crumpled it into a ball and tossed it on the road. Carelessly, he strolled down the pavement waiting for his next hunt. Hunt was his word for work.
Being an orphan on the harsh, unforgiving streets of central district taught him how take care of himself and how to be ruthless. That was all you needed to become a hunter, those two things.
Pheonix didn't work for the ministry. He didn't work for anybody. He was a, sort of, Vigilante. Turning the corner, Pheonix noticed something. A girl and a boy being escorted by two people he knew very well, Darian and Anika, His rivals. There was something strange about the girl and boy. He couldn't quite pin it.
They were the people from the wanted poster. Going into hunt mode, Pheonix cautiously but casualy went in pusuit of his prey. Using his skills, he followed them for nearly 15 min. without being detected, waiting for the right moment to strike. He was now right behind his prey. He drew his gun. Aiming it at the Girl's head, he began to squeeze the trigger. But then he stopped, noticing her scarred arms. All of a sudden, without warning, a foot flew from nowhere knocking the gun from his hand. Darian had unarmed him, and within seconds both Darian and Anika had their handguns pointed straight at him.
" Don't move." Said Darian, a grin slowly devoloping on his face. "Pheonix Mark. I should have known you'd be on the hunt for these two!"
Pheonix knew he should've just pulled the trigger. Why had he hesitated? He knew the answer. Because like him, the girl was a victim to the minstry. And she had the chip. The chip that is implanted into all of the ministries minds. It allows them to telepathicly speak to the others. The other victims...
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