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  Beast Hunters

  Part Two

  By

  Tom Harem

  Beast Hunters Book 2 © 2019 by Tom Harem. All Rights Reserved.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table Of Contents

  Part One

  Preview (part one)

  Part Two

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Chapter IV

  Chapter V

  Chapter VI

  Chapter VII

  Part One

  If you haven’t read the first part be sure to check it out

  Blurb (Part One);

  James' day has finally come: to slay the Reapers' beasts, climb up the ranks and conquer women and glory.

  After three years in the Hunters' Academy, he's finally ready to join his brothers in arms and prove that his father's suspicions about corruption within the organization were wrong, once and for all.

  On his very first day, he ends up being tasked to kill a beast alongside two stunning women. The beautiful, yellow-clad Fire-Controller, Maggie, and the dark, metal-whip-cracking Goth, Kendra.

  But when they confront the Reapers' creature, they make a shocking discovery; one that can jeopardize the whole world and undermine their loyalty to the Hunters. There are beasts out of the ordinary and their organization - The Hunters - might be involved.

  It's a race against the clock to beat the bloodthirsty beasts, and all the while the relationship between the three of them is getting more and more complicated. A clash of personalities is imminent as colleagues become lovers, but James can't lose focus on the fate of the world.

  With everything hanging in the balance, can James and his companions slay the beasts and stay one step ahead of both the Reapers and the Hunters?

  Preview (part one)

  He closed his teeth, gnashing, and turned his face, grabbing Kendra's whip and using it to pull us toward him and to throw us across the air. Our bodies rolled down the road, our knees peeling and our hands scraping on the asphalt. Kendra's body fell on mine, my hands on her hips and her hair in my face. The sun overshadowed her face and her green eyes took on amber contours, her warm breath brushing against my neck and one of her knees between my legs.

  "I... Ah... Get off me!" Kendra said, tripping over her own words.

  "You have to get up first!" I answered, looking to the side, seeing Maggie's fireballs losing color and shrinking in size, almost like mere clicks bursting in her hands.

  Kendra got up, straightened her clothes and grabbed her whip which was on the floor, the end covered in a brownish liquid with a smell that almost made her vomit. The policemen murmured among themselves, with their hands in the holsters, already doubting that we would be able to achieve victory. A mere level 2 monster, and we couldn't even defeat that.

  Part Two

  Chapter I

  We were lucky enough to pick up all the green lights. Most of the vehicles on the road, at that time, were food trucks heading to the restaurants. Lynnaria was just under 20 minutes away. We followed the indications that took us to the richest street, where our car was seen as just one more, not standing out from the dozens of luxury cars that were in the parking lot where we also left ours.

  Apart from a lady who in addition to a pink hat also had a purse of the same color, held by a gold chain on her left shoulder, and a fur coat, there was no one else on the street. Even the air tasted better there. We walked down the long street, at times, being watched by shopkeepers peeking at the entrance, whispering with customers and other owners.

  "They don’t get many visitors," I said, ignoring the looks.

  "I wonder why," Kendra answered. Her brown eyes were drier than usual.

  We got to the intersection. Two old ladies were crocheting on a bench while their dogs chased after a couple of young skateboarders. On a corner, there were a few black dressed men, with tight trousers, wearing sunglasses despite only a few rays of sunshine reaching them. The entrance to the garden was open and a young security guard wandered around, eyes wide open, his hand on his gun. He shivered at any noise, finally wiping the blue sleeve of his uniform over his forehead, soaking it up.

  In the middle, where all the streets connected, a girl with long purple hair answered a call. She stood out by being so out of place within the image, her black boots with two-inch heels and a black top under a jacket that she had left open. I looked at the buildings around us. The windows reflected the sun, the beam protecting anyone who hid in the darkness. If there was anyone hiding in any of them, it would be impossible for us to predict the location. We were at her mercy and she knew it.

  "There she is!" Kendra said, pointing to the blue-haired girl, "Don't move."

  “What do you mean? Didn't we move? What do you mean by that?" Maggie asked her.

  "She's not distracted. She knows we've been here since we stopped the car." Kendra said, keeping herself unscathed, waiting until her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. She saw the message and walked, "Follow me."

  Strangely enough, and only by accident, I noticed that she was only stepping on the white cobblestones, avoiding the grey and black ones. She would twist her foot if necessary, to do so. I wondered if it was her thing and I didn’t say a word. It didn't take us more than a few seconds to reach her sister. She asked us for a minute while she was talking on her cell phone, turning her back to us, acting as if no one could catch her even if she was being sought and there she was, in plain sight, under the unfolding sun, her lycra pants resting on her butt so well that even the young skaters had stopped and wheezed while sharing a can of soda. She seemed to have noticed and loved the attention.

  "I'm sorry. Hello!" She said, facing us, her lips thickened by the red wine lipstick concealing a beautiful smile behind it, "I'm glad you still remember the rules, Kendra. Follow me. You have to tell me everything. How do three level E hunters have a car like that? I had to double-check if it was really you and you know how much I hate having to look at something twice." She spoke fast, with no second thoughts, her words being thrown in the air like bullets.

  We followed her into the garden. The security guard bowed to her and the sunglasses men followed us as well, spreading themselves in the different corners of the garden, two of them accompanying us through detours where there were "stop signs". A man-made trail stretched over long meters, hidden among a sea of enclosed trees, thick trunks that omitted that secret. She guided us to a rustic door, equipped with a metal lock and delicate sulfur and gunpowder smell. No one spoke all the way. Her blue hair, now caught in a ponytail, swung from side to side as she put a silver key in the lock.

  "We can talk in here. Ignore the smell. It's the bombs." She said, pressing a button at the door. The lights went on all over the dark blue-walled corridor, where death seemed to have already stepped. The typical place where it wouldn't be a surprise to find bodies lying on the ground, rotting in the dirt.

  "Bombs?” Maggie asked, glancing around.

  "Obviously. In the event of this place being put at risk. Remember, precaution is the basis of all escape. That and a beautiful sister, isn't that right, Kendra?" Her sister said and winked at her, "Who is this handsome boy you have with you?" She clung to me, smelling my hair, her tits rubb
ing against my face.

  "Let's get down to business," I answered her, holding her arms and pushing her away.

  I hadn't even let her go and the two security guards already had guns pointed at me. The lasers roamed along my body, the little red ball going from my forehead to my genitals.

  "Lipa. Stop." Kendra said and grabbed her sister's arm. An electrifying exchange of stares took place in front of us.

  "You're always the same. So serious, not living life. You should have fun, you know? I bet the boy knows how to have a good time." She said, winking at me, "Let's go inside before someone sees us. My security guards will control the garden and change the surveillance cameras. The guard will take care of the cops who patrol this area."

  We walked down the arched corridor, through the medieval walls, to a large windowless warehouse, into dozens of stacked boxes and a white-haired man with a beard all the way down, sitting at a wooden table, counting banknotes.

  Kendra's sister raised her hand and instructed her bodyguards to position themselves on opposite sides of the room. The old man didn't even blink at the sight of our presence. He had a small mobile lamp in the corner of the table, one of those that are molded, and one can change where the light points, and at that moment it fell on his wrinkled fingers and the green and purple notes. The whole place was illuminated by a single chandelier on the ceiling, the light spreading to the tiniest corners, revealing the mold that crested in the corners where the walls hadn't been cleaned for dozens of years. A fly swirled around our bodies, sometimes landing near my eyebrow, sometimes ascending to the light where a dozen other insects were warming up.

  It was the typical criminal location; where there weren't any laws, where today it could be a money laundering warehouse and tomorrow a gathering place for illegal fighting, the fighters' blood seeping into the sewers, the voices muffled by the roof thickness and the surrounding garden shut at sunset time.

  There was no sun there. It was always day or night, depending on whether they lit the lamp or sought refuge in the darkness.

  Kendra's sister sat on one of the wooden boxes, "Shall we get down to business? Dr. Asa, right? What do you want from him?"

  "Don't bring that up. You owe me one. No questions asked." Kendra answered her. I had never seen her with such bulging eyes, tired of being there, no longer looking like the first time she put her feet there.

  "Oh, they don't know, do they? You didn't tell them why I owe you one..." Lipa said, jumping out of the box, her boots tapping the floor, the sound echoing through the room.

  She walked up to me and, once again, leaned over and whispered in my ear, the perfume rising through my nostrils, "She's not as tough as she looks."

  I strove to hold my attention on her words and keep control of my body although the growth in my boxers was noticeable. Her breasts, even bigger than Kendra's, rubbed against my lips, with her a few inches above me due to her high heels. Her erect nipples rubbed against my chin, or maybe it was the other way around. Her amber eyes remained on Kendra, just like a long-standing challenge, as her warm breath tickled my ears and a chill descended through my spinal cord.

  "That's enough! Just tell us what you know about him." Kendra said, breathing fast, her chest rising and descending.

  "I know that he makes objects that can be imperceptible on radars, some of them practically invisible to the naked eye. I know where he is, and I have an idea why you are here." Lipa began, wearing a smile on her face, "She told you that it was thanks to her that I managed to escape when I was almost caught? That she hid me in her house? What better place for a fugitive to hide, don't you agree?" she said, licking her lips, loving my and Maggie's stunned look.

  "You what?" Maggie said and stepped away from Kendra, eventually tripping over a pebble and as she wobbled, she put her hand on a spider's web, "Shit." She let it slip.

  "She's my sister! She knocked on my door, wounded, what was I supposed to do? It's not like you haven't been protecting your father too!" Kendra said in retaliation, "You're loving this, aren't you?" she asked her sister, who was leaning against the same box, the arched smile rubberizing her cheeks.

  "Maybe." Lipa replied, "Your father is involved in a number of shady businesses. You didn't really think I'd bring you here without knowing who you are, did you? Or do you think I haven't noticed your comms? Don't worry, they don't work here."

  "I'm leaving," Maggie said and then turned, walking down the long corridor.

  The security guards pointed their guns at her. She stopped and came back to us without saying a word. We would only get out of there if Lipa wanted us to, or if we forced our way out, regardless of whether we endangered ourselves or not.

  "What do you want from us?" I asked her.

  "Better that way. A promise is a promise, Kendra. We, who live on the verge of the law, have not much more than our word. Agreements are made based on it. Let's get going." She said and motioned again to the bodyguards.

  They marched to the other side of the room and diverted an old closet until a dried-up wooden door appeared. They didn't take more than a minute and didn't make the slightest noise.

  "Where are you taking us?" Kendra asked. She adjusted her clothes and walked behind her sister, who was heading towards the door.

  "To the best place in the world. Where everything happens. The black market. I advise you to keep your Hunter apps in your pocket. Pretend to be potential customers and never, ever, show fear to anyone. Just because there are anti-violence rules on the market doesn't mean there isn't always someone willing to break them."

  She advanced on her own, hopping, leaving all three of us alone in an awkward environment, the words stuck in the back of our throats.

  "Kendra..." I started, but her voice overlapped mine.

  "I know. I know. There should be no more secrets between us, and I hid something. But how the hell could I tell you that I helped hide my fugitive sister? One of the most wanted? Do you know the worst? I would do it again. She's my older sister! She saved me more times than I can count with my fingers."

  "Does anyone else know?” I asked her.

  "No, I never told anyone. I couldn't."

  "Let's keep this between us for now. Ashen and Gordon have no idea and right now they're waiting for us to do our job. That is what we are going to do. Understood? Then we'll sort it out between us."

  "How am I supposed to work with someone I don't trust?" Maggie asked and I could see from her look that she was sadder than upset. A few wrinkles in the corner of her eyes and her teeth grinding as soon as she finished talking.

  Before I or Kendra could answer, Lipa told us to hurry. Behind the wooden door a narrow corridor, torches on both sides providing the only light that existed there, stretching endlessly. In the corridor, we could only hear our footsteps, almost like a stone thrown into a well. There was an echo, but we didn't know how deep it was.

  I was in the middle of them. They refused to talk and, to replace the silence, Lipa nearly had an orgasm as she told us how beautiful the black market was.

  She spoke of the cobblestone streets filled with all kinds of stands, selling everything from weapons to shields, of the neon blue lights that bounced off the floor and reflected on the medieval walls. She told us how beautiful the dark cloud scenery was together with the broad streets, the piss smell and the songs that came from the tavern. She ended by describing it as "a poor city for the rich".

  The tunnel came to an end. An open round space, with several small corridors around it, where fine rays of sunlight entered through the cracks in the degraded and oval roof. Dozens of people, ranging from ones wearing stained and torn clothes to others wearing new T-shirts, visible in the way the fabric was not creased along the arm and shoulder, were in a queue. There were still more people coming from all the little hallways. Most of them seemed to know each other or, at least, were polite enough to say hello when walking past someone. A row of 6 security guards, 3 on each side, led to a grey door, with two more checking the peopl
e in the queue.

  One by one, the people stopped, looking at Lipa with a certain disdain, raised nose, and half-closed eyes, but also fear, paving the way for her to pass.

  "Follow me." She said, giving us time to get close to her, "I never like to come here. People always look suspicious, expecting something from someone. It's strange." She added, sticking to a straight line, avoiding contact with anyone.

  "What is this place?” I asked, looking around, noticing the decaying skin of two ladies who were a few meters from us limping, as well as the grandeur of the roof, reminding me of a few churches with their large-scale works, containing lines carved into the material itself.

  "The entrance. Do you see these different paths? They all lead to a different place. Some of us, like me, have an entrance for ourselves, but most of them use the ones in the major cities." She explained as we passed the guards. None of them asked us for identity, as they were asking the rest of the people, and in no instance did they show fear or any suspicion of our presence there.

  One of them left the formation, walked up to us and whispered in Lipa's ear. She frowned and arched her eyebrow before thanking him. The same man opened the main door and wished us a good afternoon. The contrast between the dim light of the quasi-cave and the flowering circus lights on the other side was immediate, as was the icy current that flowed from there and made most of the people rub their arms. I was fascinated even though I already had an idea of what to expect. We, Hunters, heard about that place, but no one ever set foot in it. It's almost an unreachable myth. I've never met anyone who did. Much less entering the crime's holy grail through the front door.

  "Stay close. You don't want to get lost here." Lipa said.

  Chapter II

  The place matched her description. The blue lights wandering between the place, traces of them on the 19th-century walls, and, in the background, above all buildings, a clock tower, the top of it tapping into the sky, which Lipa quickly explained to us, was produced by a cloud-making machine. That way they could remain in the sky, lightening the atmosphere, cooling it down and make it reminiscent of dark alleyways during the coldest nights.