The Night Hunter: Another Shot

[rododoro3]

Hello, friends.
So I wrote this story because I couldn't think of anything else.
That's how my brain works.
Since the series is based off of evil people, it would be great if you could suggest a list of crimes someone might get targeted for.
(Plus, if I've got spelling/grammar/formatting mistakes, sound off in the comments because I'm bad at proof reading my own work)
Running with a common theme in my stories, the main character is, in fact, a girl. This is the first time I've written as a girl in first person, though, so bear with me if she becomes weird.

As always, enjoy! c:


The Night Hunter: Another Shot

The waitress has been inspecting me discreetly for the past few minutes.
When she finally comes over, I predict her question.
"So are you really her? The girl from-" "Yes."
I smile encouragingly at her.
"Oh, wow! It's nice to meet you in the flesh. I take it that you're done with shooting for the day. Was there any ballet?"
I nod. "Yeah, today was very productive. We got through a lot of the more important dance and espionage scenes, and-" I theatrically scope out the area, and motion her to lean forward.

"Word is, the first episode's going to be released earlier than expected."
Her face breaks out in a grin.
"Omigosh! Thank you so much!"
"Don't tell anyone I told you, though, or we run the risk of the director 'accidentally' forgetting a scene."
She winks.
"I won't."

When I finish my green tea, I leave a generous tip and sneak a wave to the waitress.
I'm glad I got to make someone happy today. Seeing people happy makes me happy, and I need to be happy for what's coming up next.
My phone rings. It's an older model, simply because they're more difficult to hack. The touch devices utilize too many exploitable programs, which makes them unsuitable for the nature of the calls I've answered with this phone.
"Friendship makes me happy to live on the Titanic." I say.

"Rose is a bitch." comes the reply, and I grin.
"What's the mission, Andy?"
"We've got a tipoff. A serial rapist, code name Font, has been traced."
"Why's he called Font?"
"He uses a graphic design firm as a backstory. He approaches female online and offers to design their website. Takes 'em out to coffee, next thing they know, they're in a ditch, bloody, and stink of chloroform."
I wrinkle my nose. "On it, chief."
"Hey." he starts, and I wait for him patiently.
"Be careful, Farrucah."

So yes, my name is Farrucah. Why? My parents were avid dancers, and they named me after the dance they performed the night they married.
I worked as a ballet dancer for a few years. It was my hobby from primary to graduation, and my former teacher offered me a place on a dance crew.
Life was great... And then I discovered it.
What is it? You'll find out soon enough.

A few years ago, I received a request from a director to star in a particular movie.
It was a smash hit, and I'd become a celebrity overnight.
Right now, I'm shooting a TV show called "Dangerous Dance." It's about a girl who's a ballet dancer by day, and a spy by night.
The director has this weird obsession with the alphabet, so each episode will start with the next letter in chronological order.
This one, the pilot episode, is called "Another Shot."
Ironically, it my dancing skills weren't what led to me being picked, but my acting skills. Didn't know I had it in me. Now, on with the story.



I check my watch, and I'm happy to see the blue dot coordinate perfectly with the crosshairs. This is the house.
The door swings open under my touch. No key necessary, a useful perk.
The entire house smells dark, a rank, musty stench enveloping everything.
I flick my flashlight off, then close my eyes.
Then I close them again.

From the information I've received about this case, I predict the trail will be red, and it doesn't disappoint.
A blood red stain leads upwards, culminating at a point above my head, slightly to my right.
I point my finger, and feel the calm flow of air as I shift.
I open my eyes, and I know instinctively that he's in the closet.
I'm not sure if he's asleep, unconscious, or faking, but I shoot him with my tranq to make sure he stays that way.

Then I look into his mind.

Psychology is also a hobby of mine. Through my various exploits, I've come to realize that people act the way they do because of certain traumas in their childhood.
It doesn't need to be much. One word, one action, and an entire life is sent spiraling out of control.

---

"Oliver!" I hear.
The living room is strewn with shards of glass.
"Come here, young man!" roars the man in the center of it, eyes shining with sadistic glee.
In a corner, hunched, bleeding, lies a woman.

I drop onto the bench.
Oliver, now a teenager, is sitting beside me. I know better than to talk to him. I'm about as incorporeal as you can get,
A passing cheerleader catches his eye.
"Hello, handsome," she purrs, and Oliver doesn't notice her friend until it's too late.
"Hah! Oliver has a baby-dick!" she screams, and he flushes, clutching himself.
The second girl erupts into laughter, tossing his pants away.
"No woman will ever want you with a cock like that!"

The last scene.
Oliver's watching a porn flick, and as the guy gags the unconscious girl, I see his eyes light up, as he realizes what he wants to do.

---

"You've had a pretty rough life, eh?" I murmur.
I tap him on the forehead.
"Enjoy," I whisper, and leave the house.
I shift to my room, and get ready to take a long bath.
Changes always exhaust me.



Oliver woke up.
"Ow, what... I could have sworn..."
He'd hidden in the closet after he a saw a neighbor talking to a member of the local neighborhood policeman, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember why he was on the floor, with a raging hard on, and with a prick on his neck.
Oliver rubbed his penis.
In all his life, it's never been that hard. It was as if it was about to explode, at any second, but the pleasure was so great, he ripped off his pants, and started furiously stroking with both hands.

"Oh, yeah, get that shaft oiled up," he groaned, and precum leaked from his cockhead.
He jerked it, and was suddenly surprised when it hit him past his belly button.
He opened his eyes to see his penis... Larger. Much larger.
"What the fuck?! Am I having an allergic reaction or something?" he yelled, but then, confused, he rubbed his head.
Sure, he'd never had a huge dick, but he had a respectable eight incher. That helped him score a lot in coll-
Wait, but he had a 4 inch erection, his girlfriend dumped him because-

Because she was having a hard time fitting his footling inside her.
Oliver groaned and rubbed his treasure trail.
Wait. He didn't have a treasure trail!
Well, sure, there was that slight patch of hair leading up to his hairless chest, but that isn't really-
Well, okay, he had some fur on his chest, but it didn't really go down to his stomach-
Because it didn't need to due to his pubes reaching upwards as well.

He furiously jerks his hands along his penis, waiting for the inevitable orgasm, but nothing happens.
"Come on, you fucker, you never had that much stamina!"
Oliver recalled the few times he had sex. Yeah, but they weren't really that intensive-
Except for all those one night stands, the tally he had kept. What was it, 20 women last month? Maybe he did have a little stamina, but-
It definitely wasn't from fucking woman. Because he was so big, he drove them to climax easily. The real challenge was men. He loved making them scream "Oliver!"
But wait. Oliver?
They didn't scream Oliver, they screamed Daniel, because Daniel was his name.

Daniel licked his lips lustfully.
Men with hard glutes, men with big pecs, men with defined abs, men with pumped bis, men with big dicks, men with long legs, men with thick thighs...
Daniel tweaked his nipples in a desperate attempt to cum.
He felt up his toned chest.
"Ooh, yes, football definitely paid off." He murmured, flexing his defined pecs.
Not as much as weightlifting, though, because now he had a huge pair.

He bounced the muscles and was rewarded with numerous striations, the cut slab of meat responding to his will.
Luckily, he didn't neglect his bis and back, they were toned as well.
A bit more than toned, football required a strong throw, and it helped that he was the quarterback. He was still surprised he got the role-
But why wouldn't they want him? A beautifully trained body and his monster cock. He was freaking irresistible!

Feeling his bulky legs and ripped abdominals, Daniel doubled his speed, hands blurring along his shaft.
"I gotta, I gotta cum, now, come on, come, cum, cum." he whimpered.
He remembered his only girlfriend, back in 11th grade. He was lucky to have found a girl who was ready to deal with his sex drive-
But his boyfriends were even better at it, when he realized he was gay.
Better at it? There were few men who managed to keep up with Daniel when he was ready for sexing.

He groaned as he inched closer, a golden tan washing over his body, and a blue uniform appearing in the corner neatly folded.
"Oh yes, yes!" he screamed, as he erupted, showering himself with cum, lying naked on the floor, panting.
After a moment, Daniel composed himself, wiped himself down with a cloth from the closet, and donned his police garb.



I smile.
"I never knew he was secretly gay! I want to see how his life's turned out."

---

"Daniel! Come here, young man!"
The door bursts open and a police officer levels his weapon.
"You have three seconds to explain what happened to the lady, or I taser your butt and take you back to the station."
"Whar?" exclaims the man drunkenly.
The cop frowns, and fires.
The man flops to the ground, unconscious from the stun gun.
"Hey, kid. Daniel. You can come out now."
Daniel runs down the staircase, little legs blurring, and pounces on his mom.
"Mom... Mom." he sobs, and the policeman hugs him.
"It's okay, kiddo, it's okay."
He looks up at the man.
"Please... Can you take care of me instead?"
The policeman hesitates.
"I'll do my best," he promises.

Daniel's reading his book when the cheerleader catches his eye.
"Hey, handsome..." she purrs, and he grins.
"I'm gay, sorry."
She scowls, shocked, and her friend drops his pants.
"Oh my god." she whispers, at the sight of his soft 8 inch penis.
"Can I touch it?"
Daniel pulls his pants back up, and fastens his belt. "Nope."

Daniel's watching his movie, but this time, he's sitting next to his adoptive father.
They both guffaw as the policeman pulls down his shorts.
"He ain't got nothing on you, Daniel," says the cop, and hugs his son.
Daniel's eyes shine, and I realize he knows what he wants to do.

---

"I'm done, Andy."
He breaths a sigh of relief.
"How did he turn out?"
"Hot, a cop, into football, and gay."
He laughs.
"That means he's in our database. Let me see... Daniel Collins?"
"That's the guy."
"Did you give him the usual treatment?"

I hesitate.
"Yeah, he's fully aware of being transformed, but he loves his new life, and as someone who's aware of me, he wants to help me help criminals like he used to be. I did blunt some of his childhood trauma, and I made sure his adoptive father, the policeman, was a nice guy. Close enough to the usual."
"Great work."
He doesn't hang up, so I wait for a moment.
"Farrucah?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you up for a coffee later?"
I grin. "Provided we don't get interrupted, sure, Andy."



So yeah, as you can probably tell, my story is eerily similar to the TV show I'm working on.
Well, there are a few differences, but still.
I'm a dancer, and I do work for the police, but I have something she doesn't: the power to change people.
My job is to make sure caught criminals don't commit another crime. My job is to eradicate evil people off the face of the Earth, and I do it in the least violent way possible.
My name is Farrucah, the Night Hunter, and if I come for you, remember that I only need one shot.

[tattcub]

Thanks for that Rodo...

I like this idea...Sorta seems what Jeannie might do on a day off if she's feeling generous.



Like the character changes too...

Keep writing. I really like your stuff it has heart...

TC

[nnnrg]

Nice.

There ARE some sociopaths who are not traumatized, but through a combination of brain chemistry, genetics, drugs, and/or very selfish choices, end up being that way.

It would be interesting to see how one of those gets handled. But probably not right away.

[cutlerfan]

Great story! One less rapist and one more cop! Maybe the next guy is a homophobic spoiled rich kid who becomes a happy bodybuilder hubby to a small man like those he made fun of? Please keep writing this series!

[randmperson2]

I really like this idea, rododoro. Reaching back and changing someone's past in order to change their present is definitely a unique one here. Plus, mental changes are kind of my favorites, so the fact that you featured that part of the story just made it even better.

I think it'd be interesting if Farrucah ran into a mugger on the street one night and changed him on her own or if she caught someone embezzling money from her TV show and took matters into her own hands. Something that brings her character more to light and how she would react when not being guided by her enforcement agency.

[darkluster4]

I actually like the idea. Not just for here, but even on tv. A lady with the power to change bad people into good. That is one heck of a super power.

You could delve into the drama of having to watch a criminal's trauma. She could have her own dark past. The experience of getting her powers could be an ongoing mystery. There is a lot of potential with this concept for a real television series, particularly after you've fleshed it out some more.

[rododoro3]

Originally Posted by tattcub

Thanks for that Rodo...

I like this idea...Sorta seems what Jeannie might do on a day off if she's feeling generous.



Like the character changes too...

Keep writing. I really like your stuff it has heart...

TC

Jeannie is always generous and on a bender (omnipresent ) but she's a slave to her own lust and cares about pleasing herself first, creating a better life second.
People are just lucky that being thanked turns Jeannie on immensely.
It's nice to see a devoted reader! The Con Booth has been up for what, two months now? I'm happy you still remember it

Heart?
What kind of lame superpower is heart anyway?
(Haha, I kid. I'm a trope lover, and I'm well aware heart is one of the best things to have. At least, if you mean metaphorical hearts. If my stories were alive I guess I'd be embarrassed, since I haven't kept them untainted)
I always write, but only some of my stuff is appropriate. When I write, I write with colors, and the stuff that goes on here is dark... Except Jeannie, her entire series is mauve.
I write a lot of non-erotic fiction on the side. Helps keep my English skills in check, and it's done wonders for my vocab... Not so much for my pronunciation, though.
Thank you!

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Nice.

There ARE some sociopaths who are not traumatized, but through a combination of brain chemistry, genetics, drugs, and/or very selfish choices, end up being that way.

It would be interesting to see how one of those gets handled. But probably not right away.

I'm one step ahead of you in that respect, since I'm interested in the argument of nature versus nurture. For example, if we established a socialist utopia, and taught everyone to share, would people still steal?
These questions aren't easily answered, and Farrucah will deal with a similar person... Soon.

Originally Posted by cutlerfan

Great story! One less rapist and one more cop! Maybe the next guy is a homophobic spoiled rich kid who becomes a happy bodybuilder hubby to a small man like those he made fun of? Please keep writing this series!

Homophobic rich kids aren't malicious enough to really show up on Farrucah's radar. However, it could make for an interesting subplot.
Plus, I'd like to work out how Farrucah functions when she's changing two people simultaneously. It's not something I've though of implementing until now.
And I'll do my best to write

Originally Posted by randmperson2

I really like this idea, rododoro. Reaching back and changing someone's past in order to change their present is definitely a unique one here. Plus, mental changes are kind of my favorites, so the fact that you featured that part of the story just made it even better.

I think it'd be interesting if Farrucah ran into a mugger on the street one night and changed him on her own or if she caught someone embezzling money from her TV show and took matters into her own hands. Something that brings her character more to light and how she would react when not being guided by her enforcement agency.

Changing a past to change the present is a major plot idea in most supernatural TV shows (I recall The Charmed Ones having a particularly long arc involving it). To be honest, I'm surprised so few people are using it.
Hmm. The second idea in particular really appeals to me.
As you've noted, a major part of a character's personality is revealed through their interactions with unsavory situations, and I'll probably find a way to incorporate that into the new chapters.
Also, Farrucah doesn't work for a particular agency. Since her powers allow her to teleport short distances, she is actually able to patrol entire countries.
The only problem is that there's only one of her, and millions of less than pleasant people.
She's dealing with guilt over not being able to help everyone, but at the same time, well aware that every change makes a difference.

Originally Posted by darkluster4

I actually like the idea. Not just for here, but even on tv. A lady with the power to change bad people into good. That is one heck of a super power.

You could delve into the drama of having to watch a criminal's trauma. She could have her own dark past. The experience of getting her powers could be an ongoing mystery. There is a lot of potential with this concept for a real television series, particularly after you've fleshed it out some more.

I'm honored that you can see this as a major television program.
The thing about my story worlds is that I obsessively think about them. I've got Farrucah fleshed out already, Andy's in the making, and I've been thinking of an antagonist.
Farrucah has some major issues with using her powers, and I'll probably delve into them as the story progresses.
Thanks for the feedback!


And again, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who's shared their opinion.
Criticism makes the writer.