Stiction

Yes, I am having a hard drive stiction problem. Luckily it is on my desktop, not on my laptop. But either way it is an inconvience. I still have some data that I would like to retrieve, and I'm gonna have to try something else to get at it, and if it doesn't work then that data is perma gone.

Anyway the story is on my laptop right now, so it is safe.

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Jack couldn’t take it any longer. The elf still refused to wake up and he was bored.

He waited until nightfall, then bound the elf in case he was actually to wake, and crept out of the cave.

The cool breeze touched his face. He breathed it in deep, and was surprised with himself. This was the first time that he had ever enjoyed just being outside. He immediately vowed to himself that after this ordeal was over he would never allow anybody to force him into such conditions again.

Jack looked at the sky. It was too clear. He summoned some magic, soon enough it would be raining and thundering. He could cause some destruction, and blame it conveniently on the storm. He chuckled; it was a good night for a forest fire. Of course that would create a phoenix, but he considered that a good side effect. A phoenix would be another creature that he could kill later.

He made a quick scan of the area. Satisfied that there were no people, elven, human or vamp, he made for the forest.

Cloaked by the energy of the forest he allowed his own defenses to lessen. He would hunt this night, then he would raise what mayhem he could.

He could hear thunder in the distance. He smiled his magic was working. Soon enough he could have a little fun.

A rabbit moved in front of him, he considered grabbing it for a moment, but decided against it. If he grabbed the rabbit he might not enjoy as much whatever he tried to catch later. The rabbit moved out of sight, not knowing how close it came to having its life ended.

Jack decided that he wanted to taste not only fear, but confusion as well. He started hunting the hunter. A night cat or wolf would make a perfect meal, normally the hunter and not the hunted it would be confused in the last seconds of it’s life, as well as scared.

He felt the first raindrops fall against his cheek. He had better find his meal quickly, for the hunters would know a good storm and take shelter.

A paw fell almost silently about twelve feet to his left. The paw belonged to a hunter. Jack would allow his prey the pleasure of its kill, then he would indulge in the pleasure of his own. His prey moved, and Jack followed.

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The rain poured down all around Jack. The wolf’s mate howled its loneliness, but didn’t know that it would remain lonely.

The hunt had been good. The wolf hadn’t been aware of Jack’s presence until Jack was upon it. Even better was the fight that the wolf had put up.

Jack looked at a gash on his arm. The pain was pleasurable, but it would need attention soon enough.

He stood up and looked around. This seemed a good a place as any to start his fun. He picked up the corpse of the wolf; it would make a few more good meals. Blood ran down his front where a leg was missing. With his free hand he wiped the blood off, then licked it from his hand.

He pointed at a clump of dried up weeds. A small fire sprang up in them. The fire soon spread to a nearby tree, and soon was immune from the damping powers of the rain.

Jack headed back toward the cave, starting small fires along the way. He heard the cries of the animals trying to flee, and getting caught in another section of flames.

Exiting the forest, he crossed back to the cave. He stored the corpse of the wolf with his other food. Then he returned to the entrance of the cave to watch his handiwork.