Hunted: Hollywood BurningHunted: Hollywood Burning5 years ago in Short Stories
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You look out of place in this bar, as usual. It's not really an 'Otaku' hot spot. Tough guys in the corner leer at you, sniggering mirthlessly, snarling like animals. Their heads are shaven, with barcodes tattooed on the sides of their skulls. Whether it's a crude joke, a gang insignia, or something altogether more sinister, you're fully aware they could kick your ass. Keeping your head down, you adjust your faded 'K-Off!' anime t-shirt, and scratch mindlessly at your acne scars.
The man has never been late before. Indeed, he was usually there by the time you arrived, as drunk, foul-smelling and hairy as ever. But today is different. You've lost weight since he last saw you - indeed, you could almost believe you were 'good looking'.
Well. Relatively speaking.
All things are relative. Right?
Your hackles rise, and a second later, an ice cold hand grips your shoulder like a vice.
"...I didn't smell you coming..." you shudder, your whiny nerd voice completely ruin