MANSTORY
For in the beginning there was nothing...then God created Adam
written and dreamt by: PMH

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At the club, my sister and Paula immediately immersed themselves in the rituals of modern night life. My feeling of being a bit of a third wheel was magnified as they pulled each other out on to the dance floor and began to drown themselves in one another. Where we come from, my sister was quite a dancer and knew the power of a dance to influence. In fact, in one incarnation several hundred summers past, she even used a dance to get a priest's head lopped off. Of course she was very young then, her incarnation being only twelve years old and her actual age being only around 20 summers. Of course I'm talking about summers in my land where they are much longer. But I always did feel bad for that poor man who only wished to be left to his baptism and preaching. But my sister was not very keen to being refused for any reason and especially not when it came to sex. I saw the dance then and it was very powerful, every man in the room was amazed as the veils fell from her small body to the floor and every man wanted her. I was actually worried for her safety as the last veil fell because she was so young and so small and there were so many men in the room that wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there. Had it not been for the fact that they would have been killed by the king, I'm sure it would have been a horrible scene. But, the king believed himself to be her father and he lusted after her more than anyone in the room. I walked away before they removed the priest's head and brought it to her on a sliver plate.

The dance at this club was much faster and much more openly sexual and my sister and Paula very quickly started to gather a crowd of men. I had made my sister promise not to use any influence, but she only laughed and told me I was silly for even thinking she would need to. She had started to look younger again to fit the crowd but her breast size had seemed to increase. She now looked like some parody of a woman, very thin, very narrow childish hips and a very young face, but with boobs big enough to hold a tea tray. I shook my head and turned toward the bar. A beautiful woman stood next to the edge of the bar talking to the bar tender and as I walked up, she looked over at me and smirked. She stopped talking and waited, allowing the the bar tender to take my order.
"I'll have elder wine with a slight shot of sweet summerberry nectar." I ordered and both the girl next to me and the bar tender looked at me for a moment and then burst into laughter.
"Whaaa!? Listen chum, because you're a Yank, don' mean ya con try ta make an arse o' ya'self in here. Now order somethin' or sod the fuck off!" He commanded.

"Riiiiggghhht." I said feeling very silly for forgetting where I was, "I'll have an ale"

After an hour, I wasn't sure why I had even come to the bar, but just as I was getting ready to find a nice corner to sit down in, my sister literally floated off the dance floor and wrapped herself around me. A trail of guys quickly followed and I noticed several of the guys had Paula and were all trying very hard to get her to grind against them. My sister crawled up me and when she kissed me, several of the guys started to look at each other with angry looks. I smiled at them defiantly and they started to trot back on the dance floor.

"Come on then, why are you spending all your time at the bar? Come on and dance with me!" she said seductively. She lead me back to the dance floor and soon my sister and Paula were working me up and down, giving everyone around us quite the show. They were both smaller than me but they had a power that was both seductive and overpowering at the same time. I started to put up a guard and my sister stopped and looked at me angrily. Paula didn't know what was up and my sister slapped me hard on the face for my audacity. Then she went right back to dancing but not with me. Paula looked at me and shrugged her shoulders and then went right back to dancing with my sister, ignoring me again. A guy pushed me out of the way and several other guys flooded in. A group of girls snickered at me and pointed, I'm sure at the hand print that was now fading on my face. Shamed, I walked off the dance floor and back to the bar. I knew my sister wasn't going to pay attention to me for the rest of the night, well who knows? Maybe even longer. I had really fucked up, but I didn't want to be controlled tonight, I wanted to keep my head about me and my sister was being foolish by attracting so much attention to herself. Then I saw it out of the corner of my eye. Dark, shiny and powerful, it was a hunter!
I turned quickly but several people rushed by me and I lost track of it. If my sister used magic, the hunter would focus in on her. A hunter can do it's job anywhere, even in the middle of a huge crowd of people. I had to go back on the dance floor and watch and wait and hope that the hunter would expose it's self before striking. I was just about to walk to the dance floor when a young guy of about 20 stopped me and asked if I wanted to dance?

"Wha? Oh, ummm. Yeah, sure I'd love to." I replied and the young guy smiled and took my hand and lead me to the floor. He tried to start dancing a long way away from my sister, but I took his hand and lead him over to where my sister was and then started dancing, all the time keeping my eye on the dance floor for any sign of this creature. It was hard to see who it might be because there were so many guys and now even girls gathered around Paula and my sister. I didn't even realize that I hadn't looked at my dance partner until he took my head and turned it toward him and asked, "What are you looking at?"

I had to lean in to be heard over the loud music and I replied, "Nothing, just looking for a friend."

The young guy's head kind of cocked to the side and he said, "What kind of friend?"

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, not that kind."

The guy told me his name was Stacy and he started flirting with me as the music pumped and the people got wilder. No one seemed to be bothered by two guys dancing together and so he moved in closer. Then a stunning girl walked up and grabbed Stacy and asked him something. They smiled and laughed and she looked over at me. She was dressed in very tight rubber top and bottom with thigh high boots and she had her blond hair pulled into pig tails. She looked not a day over 18 if that much, but she had the body of a woman much older. Two more beautiful girls came up and touched my friend Stacy on the shoulder and asked him something I still couldn't make out and then another woman, dressed in a black shirt with a black jacket and black pants pushed by. At first I thought she must have known them but she showed no emotion nor recognition and she didn't respond when the girls cussed at her. She walked right past me, and then she turned and looked straight at me and my heart raced. I didn't put up a guard or anything, I simply looked at her and said, "What the fuck is your problem?"

The hunter looked at me and it said nothing, did nothing, it simply turned and started scanning. Stacy put his arm around me and said, "What a bitch, huh? I can't believe that cunt!"

"Yeah, you don't know the half of it." I said and Stacy said, "huh?" but I didn't have time to explain. I walked over to my sister, pushing guys out of the way. I could see the hunter had spotted her. It was moving slowly toward my sister, it's head was lowered slightly and it took careful steps. No one even seemed to be aware it was there. It was like watching a panther move through a field of grass toward its pray, graceful and sleek but deadly. So very, very deadly.
I moved in behind it and prayed that it didn't know I was following it. I put out my hand prepared for the moment I would have to use magic. I could only do it at the last second because any magic at all attracts a hunter immediately and then I would have little chance to live, let alone protect my sister. I got right behind it and put my hand right to it's back, trying to find it's heart. Then in a flash, the blade was in my hand and I thrust it forward and immediately the hunter turned and the blade slid into it's leathery skin but it didn't find the heart. I quickly thrust my fist forward and into it's jaw as it turned. Then I threw another punch into it's ribs and another into it's face. Each connected but you couldn't tell much had happened. A blade appeared in the hunter's hand and it attempted to slice me neatly in half. Had I not moved to the left before it even start to attack, that is exactly what would have happened. I extended my small assassin's knife into a full sword and was just barely able to block the next attack. The hunter was now fully exposed and it lost it's illusion of humanity and I could see it's reptilian eyes blink and it's leather skin shimmered in the lights. It stood in front of me, black and leathery and it's lips curved into what could be mistaken for a smile, but this smile extended out much too far for human standards. The lips, now stretched across half it's face, parted to reveal rows of razor teeth. It turned and tried to move toward the door. For escape? That alone was odd.
I spun and extended my leg all in one swift motion and the hunter actually tripped! I let out a laugh despite my fear! If I survived this, then I would certainly have a story to tell everyone back home, if they believed me. I actually tripped a hunter! Of course the hunter righted it's self almost immediately and now it seemed not to care about getting out and away from the eyes of people, but just in killing me. It brought it's blade back again and in a swift motion it brought it down. I had to carefully bring my blade across to avoid cutting all the people running past but somehow I managed to block the deadly cut. People where running, screaming but I knew they couldn't know what was really going on, a hunter would never allow it. Right then a lightening blast of swift sword play insued and the blades started moving so fast it was hard to see where each was going. I was amazed I was lasting so long and then the hunter opened it's gaping jaws and let out a frustrated moan and leap at me, knocking me to the floor. Our swords fell to the side and the hunter's eyes glowed and it leaned in and took my entire neck in it's jaws and started to bite. I felt the teeth sink into my neck and I screamed but just as quickly I reached down and in my pocket and pulled out a little container. The hunter's jaws sank in deeper and I felt muscle and skin rip open and I knew I was going to die if I didn't' hurry. I opened the little container and dropped the open ends down on the hunter's head. At first nothing and then the hunter pulled away, it's jaws returning down and it looked at me confused. Then it hissed, "You fool!" and it started to scream. I covered my ears and several people who didn't fell to the ground screaming with blood coming out of their ears. Then the hunter fell to the ground paralyzed and looking at me it managed to say, "No one would be fool enough to release a cyc larva, are you insane?" and then it's body started to convulse and it's arms curled and then black blood started to ooze out of every opening in it's body. Then it was dead.

Blood poured from my neck but I had to hold on just for a moment more or every person in london would be dead by morning. I held up the little box and chanted a spell that was known only to me and perhaps three other people on all the known worlds. Even my sister didn't know I was capable of this. The tiny larva of one of the most deadly of creatures on all the known worlds wiggled it's way out of the hunter's brain and stood upright like it was a snake being charmed. In one swift motion I closed the enchanted little tin box over it, pulling away some skin from the hunter and then I locked the container and chanted another spell. Now the thing was as harmless as a nuclear reactor and I put it in my pocket. My master said that I was a fool to keep the thing with me all the time but it was one of the only creatures that was not magical but yet was deadly. Of course you had to drop the container right on the victim as just dropping the larva out on the ground would most likely send it right back at you and then I would become it's developmental meal. The cyc larva consumes each victim, not only growing and feeding off it's victim, but also absorbing every bit of knowledge and skill. So on the one hand I had just used my little larva to save my life, but on the other I had just given it all the knowledge and skills of a hunter. No one was going to be very happy about that and it made me extremely nervous to now have the thing in my pocket.

Just as I was about to turn and go to check on my sister, I passed out. My blood loss was too extreme and I could only imagine how deeply my neck was severed. If my sister didn't do something, I would die. I saw her face appear for one moment and then all was black.