บท 50: 50- Thanks To The Prey

It was night time. Noting was seen through a dense fog. She stopped the car, but did not kill the engine. It was a lonely road. No man, no vehicle was passing. That was why she stopped the car. Her tall back was crammed. She needed to shift. She looked at the gun fallen from her jeans pocket on the seat. She put it inside her pocket. Then got outside the car and stood before the head lights. She grinned and pulled her jeans up. On her long forelegs there were several severe carving wounds. Not bleeding. But painful. In the chill of night it was more painful. That library gatekeeper so doggedly had gripped her legs that she could not move an inch. Well she hated it. Hated the situation. But she liked the doggedness of the gatekeeper. That was why she kicked him unconscious. Otherwise she could have killed him. She had a small knife inside her another pocket. She spared his life because of his doggedness. Next his target's escape through the glass window flashed through her mind. This made her angry. She sat down and dug her nails into her wounds. Blood oozed out. She felt hot comfort for a second, then a biting pain. She pulled down her jeans. She said to herself: You deserve more pain – more punishment. Next time you locate your target, do not lose him. Well the sad fact is that this time locating this target will be more difficult. Only she knew how much painful it was alone to locate a target – a small man, in a big city like Kaizermagus. It is heart-rendering to miss the target: she admitted. Next time you miss him, you have to die. Shoot yourself instead.