Pretty Prey

Chapter One-2

Garrix marched to the window off to the side and looked at his citizens walking about. Many aircrafts flew across the blue-green sky. He grinned to some extent for in his paradise things would always be normal. He turned from the window and glanced at the image once more of the backside of the woman with blond hair. His eyes glazed for a second on the image then shook his head.

The doors opened up and a man with silver and black hair walked through. His neutral-gray eyes held so much wisdom, yet hidden intents. He was stocky with a large gut. His wore long robes that covered his body. His beard was scruffy, but he was muscular underneath. The man walked like he could walk over pins and needles. He moved swiftly over to Garrix.

“Lord Garrix, since Tallas, Serova, Landon and Baylis are gone, who will we replace them with?” the man asked.

Garrix laughed as he looked at his old friend, “Rebough, don’t worry about it. The deaths won’t be known to the public. This assassin will have find another in the future.”

Rebough pouted and looked upon his leader, for he was clueless. He didn’t know what the man was thinking, but he stopped and bowed his head.

“I won’t my Lord Garrix, I will entrust what you have for the Kaleida province,” Rebough turned and sauntered out the room.

Garrix shook his head then peeked back at the footage of the blond and moved his fingers to get the image closer, “something is different.”

He turned his head not wanting to look back at the picture that gave him an unusual feeling. Garrix closed the images that enveloped his room then waved his hands as the images vanished. His hand touched the ring then he looked back at the flame on the door that appeared. Garrix meandered to it as it opened up as the staircase formed once more. He walked down the stairs gradually and the door sealed back up leaving an empty immaculate room.

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Alexiane opened a door to a gray and apartment with a single queen size bed against the wall. Her boots clicked against the floor as she paraded in gradually. She glanced back at the side to see a figure sitting in the darkness, knowing who it was.

“What do you want Viper?” she asked the figure in the corner.

“Pretty, I thought you finished the mission,” Viper’s voice softened, yet only their amber-red eyes glistened in the background.

“Did you just come here to see me undress?” she asked.

Viper’s eyes closed for a few seconds then opened once more studying the woman in front of him, “Pretty, everyone knows you’re the best, but even the best should fall.”

Alexiane giggled as she gradually treaded to her bed as her heels clicked against the floor, “Viper, you just want to see me fall. This is the 27th century anything goes.”

She turned her head to see Viper stepped into the dim light of the room and watched as Alexiane smoothed out the bed as she laid down. Viper stood over as she moved her legs up and down, side to side then pushed her butt up then took off her boots. Viper continued to stare at her body and panties that flaunted him as she laid down once more.

“We’re born either male or female. We don’t get to choose which gender we can be. Yet our sexuality is choice,” she smirked.

He bent down and began to kiss her lips. His hair almost seemed translucent as he moved his hands down her legs, “Pretty, you can make a man or woman come for you. Your too exotic.”

She grinned and caressed his face moving a hand over his slender porcelain skin. “I know that. It is one of my talents. I am what I am but remember any gender can’t be defined by choice alone.”

He groans and felt the bulge in his pants, “Pretty…”

She giggled as she slowly pulled him down, “Viper don’t ever underestimate me, for I can be the vixen to your demise.”

Viper moved his lips over hers then pressed his body into hers. He needed Pretty. Everyone seemed to want her, yet her mysterious nature alluded everyone she came in contact with. Nothing could escape Pretty Prey, and her name was the sounding of bird of prey that wouldn’t let go of its prey no matter the feat. Not many knew her civilian name as Alexiane.

“You know I will always follow you, Pretty. A history doesn’t burn overnight,” he stated.

“Then you will find me somewhere near the end of Kaleida when I have nothing left,” she admitted.

Viper chuckled and pulled her to him to complete his desires in the moment.

****

Clouds shifted as the sun began to wake over the sky. The morning dew laid fresh for the plant life to move to the sunlight’s direction. Drops fell off the planets as bees, birds and other animals began to move about. Crowds people wandered down the sidewalks as multiple windows opened up. The high-rise building touched the tops of other buildings far and wide. The buildings shimmered as a mirror against the shifting clouds. Small signs and images ran across the buildings. One window was closed as the darkness had not left the room. A bed was against the painted stain wall with different colors. A groan was matched with a hand reaching up to a shadowy face. Under the cover of darkness, two eyes opened to reveal to be crystal clear cerulean eyes. The shadowy figure touched a side of the wall and as the darkness was there, it shifted to day. Alexiane looked down at black satin sheets with a dark silver-gray line. She rose from them as it dropped from her body. She touched her hair, for it was short once more. Alexiane walked naked across a raven and frosted colored floor, shifting to clear.

Her steps echoed against the clear floors. Several images came up on the floor and ceiling for a warning sign was heard. Alexiane looked up to see Garrix face speaking. She glowered for his eyes held grief. Alexiane glanced up at a wall, a mechanical sound echoed through the room. Three mirrors digitized in front of her and she gazed at herself through the mirrors. The mirror on the left had her short hair, the middle one showed her hair mid-length to the neck, and the mirror on the right showed her long hair to the hips. Alexiane touched the middle and right mirror, canceling them out to look at her short hair. She sighed as she touched her face then saw a beep on the mirror. Her eye glued to the number then frowned for her eyes held a since of pain.

Alexiane touched the phone with the call, “what is it?”

“Clear your mind,” the unknown voice said.

The call dropped and Alexiane turned around, tilted her head back and shut her eyes.

****

A cloak covered her head and she opened her eyes to see three other individuals in the room with Valens in his usual spot. The other three had cloaks over their faces. Pretty looked at the other three from the corner of her eyes to see, Yaten, Viper and another woman with hidden clouded eyes.

“You are all here, for another mission. The gala is tonight, and we must enact the final mission. Yaten, Viper and Ditka assist Pretty in gaining entrance into the party and completing the task. I leave it up to you all for this.” Valens explained.

“Taking out the four high ranking council members gets us closer to Garrix. It is our duty to make sure that his corruption is demolished. The eight cities will be liberated. It is time for our government enter into this.” Valens said happily.

“The mission will be completed,” Pretty announced.

Valens nodded to her and the others started to leave. Pretty turned around then saw Valens gone. She hesitated for a second then turned around to see the image of Garrix there. Her eyes looked up at him at wonder for a few split seconds, something seemed familiar. She closed her eyes then disappeared.

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Alexiane opened her eyes and looked at the right mirror. She turned around and walked to the windows then placed her hand onto it, opening them. Soft music played as citizens moved about. She scowled then stepped back looking at the splash of colors among her walls. Her body shifted as she strode back to the bed and looked at a ring attached to a thin silver chain. She touched a side of the wall and a deposit opened up. Alexiane placed the ring in the wall. She turned then tapped the side of a wall, an opening opened up then a set of clothes were laid out.

She picked up a latex cropped top, mid-thigh skirt and knee boots. Alexiane slowly placed the dark top over her slender skin. Her breasts pressed against it as she adjusted it. Alexiane deliberately moved the skirt over her creamy long legs. The boots moved over her feet like running water. She smirked as she moved a hand through her hair. A smiled appeared on her face once more, as she applied bubblegum-pink to her lips. Alexiane walked out the door.

She closed the door behind herself, closed her eyes then put back on her visor. Alexiane sauntered down the hallway. She swished her hips as she strolled. Other people watched her as filed down the hallway. A man with blazing crimson hair, licked his lips and groaned as he watched her from the front of the hall as she saw him.

“Not now, Boyd, I have to go to work,” she giggled.

He was a few inches shorter than her, mocha skin and amber-brown eyes. His eyes glued to her body that had small crystals glistening against it, “oh, come on, Alexiane. Can’t I make a comment today?”

She wagged her finger and giggled once more as she got into the elevator, “not this morning, I’m late.”

“Alexiane, come on!” he whined.

She put her index finger to her mouth in a ‘shh’ movement as the doors closed. Boyd sighed heavily then paraded down the hallway. Alexiane closed her eyes once more as she leaned against the windows as the elevator sped down.

****

Dein glanced out the window as Fio observed through the images of all the citizens on the screens. Dein turned around and glanced as Fio looked at one of the images and his eyes laid on one. He gasped, and she turned around to arch an eyebrow.

“What is the matter? Did you recognize someone?” Fio said warningly.

Dein quickly recovered, “no. I don’t. I just had the hiccups.”

Fio frowned then glanced back at the images. “Dein, we have to find this person. Four of the council members are dead and there are only six. Lord Garrix is one of the six. We have to increase the security around him. Lord Garrix will need to know we have his back. His safety is important, for is the one to give order to our city.”

Dein nodded then began to walk out the door on the side, “I have to go, I will scout on the lower levels to find something as you are doing this here.”

“The gala is tonight, and we have to find the person before then,” Fio urged.

“We can only try, Fio. There is over several million citizens in this city. Remember that,” Dein regarded.

She narrowed her eyes as he moseyed out. Fio turned around and looked back through the images.