Jimmy Boyle now all but forgotten, The Chaser's eyes
flashed red as he tried to pick up The Hunter's psychic trail. He found
the trail and began running at full off sprint, though he did fear that since
the Blade had fallen into his hands it could be too late for any number of
innocent spirits...
The
Hunter was enjoying his first night out. Two deaths in an
hour and not even the ones he was seeking for revenge. This new time and
place was something he could easily get used to.
But there was the matter of finding those
that had had a part in banishing him from the mortal world.
He had to find a place he could locate the
ones who's family names were etched into his black heart.. if one could call it
that in the first place.
De Vanderns, Marquis Alberts... and he
remembered more: times, places, other names linked to these....
He looked down at the Blade in his fist as
it flashed once.
Perhaps he should have another 'practice'
kill. Someone that would have information he would want.
His eyes tracked over the different signs
posted, landing on one he knew would hold what he wanted.
Court House, Country Records.
His lips curved as he stalked toward
it.....
