It's been years since my last encounter with B.E.G. I never really knew what happened to them. I was in Oregon when every attempt of them ceased. I want to find out why but I'd rather not. Poking the beast always ends with you getting eaten.
And so here I am. At the top of the world. Well, I'm nearly there. My hands touched the the cold window pane. Chicago peers below like starlight in the endless dark.
My life here is somewhat nice. An office worker under an airline company. I have a house, a mediocre car and a growing relationship with a cop.
Although, my life turns a complete 180 degrees when the sun sets. The reason why B.E.G. wanted to contain me is because I'm a threat to every living human being. I'm a beast that hunts under the guise of a person. Within the concrete jungle of Chicago, Ian turns into Riance, my true form. Tentacles form around my back. They are the intruments that lets me sift between buildings. They smell my prey and incapacitate them for the feeding.
As of this night, I locked onto a prey. I breathed in. Blood. I smell blood, young and strong. But miasma hides amidst that sweet smell.
"Drugs." I cursed. Those damn chemicals always make my preys bitter. I want to pick another prey but this one is already in the contract.
I spot him in an alleyway with his back on a wall. Aside from using drugs, he looks like a pusher as well. People like him are the scum of the Earth. It's no wonder people want this guy killed.
Before descending, I change my form to that of a tattooed Latino. He's either an new or an idiot when he can't recognize this face. I'm betting on theb former. Once done, I dropped from the building. A tentacle grabbed onto an emergency ladder and deacclerated my fall.
In the darkness, I pronounce my form. My target saw me immediately. Fear and confusion is present in his face. Good. He knows who this guy was.
"El Principe? Wh- why are you here? I thought they assassinated you."
"They did."
"So why are you here?"
"Follow me."
I stepped backwards into the shadows. Like the gullible fool he is, he followed me deeper in the alley. The lack of light and people was a perfect spot. A spot for murder.