AN-This story is an AU- the games story, and movie do not take account here.

Dead Or Alive: Primal Furry

15 Hours

A shadow, seen only by the moonlight emitting on the earth as it always had, lurked within the jungle terrain, her movements where free, every decision she had made in life, where hers and hers alone. Growing up, she had always been alone, raised as an outsider in a small village who’s location had been all but anonymous. For the Island had many secrets, secrets that where never meant to be shared, though she was never told what these secrets where, all had been discovered when she finally sailed away.

feeling as if she was being watched, she opened her eyes. She spotted shadows, quickly moving past her. Though she did not know whether it had been one or many people, She sure was eager to find out.

Slowly she stood up, the shadows watched in contemplation as she made no signs that showed she had noticed them. She picked her bag off the floor, pulled something out, and tossed it back. The shadows watched as she ignorantly ate an apple. Slowly taking notice, they realized her movements where rather awkward, but stayed in position.

Another bite, She listened closely, Three-Thirty, slowly she picked up her bag again, her back to her enemies, they could not see what she was pulling out this time. There surprise came when she quickly turned around. Revealing a suppressed Mac 10 Elite aimed steadily at the intruder.

“Don’t move.” She dangerously hissed

Noticing that the shadow didn’t move, she slowly walked up to the intruder. When she finally saw the persons face, she lowered her gun.

“Bayman, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I see you still haven’t lost your touch.” Said Bayman walking slowly towards her.”

“How bout we just cut to the chase, Bay.” The manner in witch she spoke was more demanding than it was a question.

“Jesus Christie, lighten up will you? To answer your question, I’m currently assigned as one of “Zack’s” henchmen. My mission is to eliminate any survivors I find.”

“oh, reduced to the status of a henchmen…how pathetic.”

“Yeah it sure is… but that aside, I look forward to facing you in the tournament.”

“Who sais I’ll let you out of here alive? If I do recall correctly, you are to eliminate any competitors.” She teased

“Well I guess I’ll make an exception, considering our backgrounds. Well either way I will take my leave for now, Godspeed Christie. He said walking away. Oh and by the way, you cant bring your weapons to the tournament, so stash them somewhere safe.”

“I have my ways.” Announced Christie picking her stuff up and walking in the opposite direction.

She walked through the jungle for a couple minutes before she felt a vibration within one of her many pockets. She pulled out her cellular phone and answered the call.

“Black speaking.”

“Hello darling, what have you got for me.” announced a female voice on the other line.

“One, this place is hell. Two, too many casualties, and three, I love it.” Claimed Christie

“Well lets not mix work with pleasure eh black?” She spoke teasingly

“Right, right, you’re the boss. So did you get any word from Bennington?”

Not yet…but I’m sure there as eager as me for that info.

“Listen I got to go, I’ll send you a brief description of what’s been going on here as soon as I’m done with an errand?”

“kay, take care of yourself Christie.”

“Same to you.” She hung up.

Jeez… that girl is something else, I can’t believe she’s my boss… oh well not that I’m complaining.

Steadily she made her way towards the gates, she didn’t know what awaited her, but that made it all the better for her. Finally reaching the gates after several confrontations, she looked towards the massive entry point.

10 Hours remaining a neon sign plastered on a huge gate read.

The entry way granted no view as to where they where entering whatsoever. The path had been blocked by many trees, a roadway from a high point of view was all that could be seen. She searched for other ways to get a glimpse of her current destination, but to no avail.

Looks like this Zack character likes to keep us guessing…good. Now that I’m here…what to do, what to do…

Silently she crept her way back into the jungle. In search of finding something to do before her free time was over, she considered her options. She thought maybe she’d find someone or something to take down just to pass her unwavering hours. Yet all had been silent. Maybe I should just hit the sacks. She thought to herself

She was dragged out of her thoughts when she heard voices just ahead of her. Light could be seen, figuring it was already 2:00 in the morning it could only be one thing she thought to herself.

“Campfire…Jesus Christ who’s the idiot…” Approaching silently, she was within a few feet, separating her from the source. The conversation could now be heard.

“No dad…yeah dad I told him…But I told you, it wasn’t my fault!” A distant recognizable female voice could be heard. Christie knew she had heard it before, but wasn’t quite sure when or why…or who for that matter. A tent lay in the middle blocking her from viewing the person speaking.

Slowly she approached the tent, making sure that the fire didn’t make her silhouette visible. More conversation could be heard.

But why? I don’t want to marry him… yes, that is the reason I came here…yes, I’m going to prove you all wrong…Mother would’ve approved. The voice spoke in whispers, sadness evident in her tone.

No! I will not follow in my mothers footsteps! Mom would’ve wanted me to be free…If you hate me so much just forget about me…For I assure you, in me, you already are forgotten… Her voice held no transparency, it was calm, punctual and a bit frightening.

That ungrateful son of a… Christie thought to herself.

Christie knew the situation was tense, so she sought to put an end to it. Entering the tent she saw that her targets back was to her. She swiftly approached and snatched the phone from it's current user and pressed end call.

The person in question with her back still turned on Christie grabbed something sitting in front of her and threw It back towards her assailant. Had Christie not been as perceptual as she was it would’ve taken more than just a strand of hair.

But because she was, quickly she evaded it and gripped onto her targets neck.

“We meet again…”

“Readers that have read this story when it was released, like a year ago I think, might notice its a little different mainly around the end of this chapter. Finally I’m going to start writing again so look forward to the rest of this story as I write it. For those people that I let down I’m so sorry! But hopefully I’ll continue and make it better than it would’ve been now that I know a bit more English and stuff. With that said please R&R.