Predators

Her new creation

Predators - Her new creations by Argus Dorian

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Mothers’s corpses.. embryos.. unsuccessful experiments were not to be wasted.

They were all mashed and given to the new experiments as food. The Director always finds a way to use whatever she can for her advance. Especially now that she has finally succeeded to make the very first predator out of scratch, the new embryo dead experiment.

The world outside the shelter remains as it is. Dark, rotted and even more scary than the day before. Shadows of impoverished people are now hiding behind the ruins of a formal society. What once was bursting with life is now a gigantic graveyard. Whoever made it till today and is still alive, just as myself, I’m sure brings back in mind their past life. We all had dreams and goals to go for and achieve and now we are all the same. Scared and unsafe. We are trying to survive for just a bit longer.. another day, hour.. second.

Some are fighters and I give them that. Some are wounded and in no position to fight either to defend themselves or to protect others. Many of them feel useless while others have found the ultimate goal in their life, to protect. These I am most envy for. They found courage and strength for the ones they love. They found ways and plans and guns and means to fight back. To be completely honest with you, I’m not sure quite yet on which category I might be.

From the moment we wake up till the time we go to sleep, if we are lucky enough to actually have such luxury, we must be aware and always on edge just to make sure that their is no hunter outside our doorstep. The craziest thing is that you can’t even trust the ones you staying with anymore. You can never tell if someone got infected or not.

People saw an assassin watching a group of hunters, looking for the perfect opportunity to attack. They did nothing of course. Just stayed there admiring this biomechanics creature of distance.

Her eyes were piercing her target, her weapons ready to fire. I think that this assassin might need the hunters to get the samples to Amphitrite. From all I gathered, Amphitrite needs samples to expand her skills and knowledge. The assassin was not alone tho. A predator came from behind her, staring at her. Damn, the predator has no eyes. That’s what my people told me anyway.

The assassin felt its presence and turned around. Predator’s hands filled instantly with blades from inside out and the Assassin attacked on a heartbeat. The fight didn’t last long. She stand no chance against him anyway but she didn’t know. After he cut her in half, took her head as trophy. Rumours say that his name is Bone Collector, chief on a new Predator’s squad that is hunting down the assassins that turned against the Director. To summarise.. a new war begun.

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Model: Marco Hoppner @marco_bjolfurson

Design by Argus Dorian | Dark Cyberpunk Artist
Story by Revna & Argus Dorian

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Predators - Her new creations by Argus Dorian

If you had a chance to leave your cell, would you use every single cell you got to grab it?

I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?

I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy?

Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.

Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home?

Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.

I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer

I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?

I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy? Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.

Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home? Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.

I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer

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