Hydra had been waiting in the rafters of the gymnasium for what seemed like hours, watching the students participate in their classes below. The ceiling had been designed almost as if it were made to hide creatures such as himself, not a typical design of beams and girders but thick air conditioning tubing and large panels of metal. Though the demon had no idea what they were actually for, he found them quite adequate as a hiding spot.

Though he had only assaulted one student so far, Hydra was fast becoming an adept predator, or at least one that worked within its means. He was incapable, as most on the island were, of dealing with an entire group of the young women, though he was growing adept at being patient and waiting for one to break off from the herd. Of course at times, this was troublesome. He wanted a way to specifically target them, but at the moment, he didn’t even know where the girls resided at night, let alone how to track one down.

And so, for the time being, the gymnasium had become his hunting ground. Today was no different, as he sat above them and observed. One in particular caught his attention, a vibrant, young, extremely beautiful girl that seemed to have even more energy than the rest. He doubted that, with her vigor, she would remain after class any longer than the rest of the group, so he took it upon himself to sabotage her locker. Though he lacked the strength to break into the steel construction, he had made the janitor’s closet his base of operations and come upon the master key to the locks long ago. It was a simple matter to switch out her lock with a new one, leaving her with a lock that she wouldn’t know the combination to.

From there, it was only a matter of waiting… waiting as the girls filed into the locker room after class had ended, and waiting until all but his lovely target had left…

The sound of a loud whistle blared across the gym, and Clair found a little relief in being able to stop running. She, along with the other girls had been running laps for the most of the period around the gym, though Clair had noticed herself she was a bit more enthusiastic about it than most.

Sweat glistened across her arms and legs, as well as her face and neck as the lights from overhead glared down onto the gym, and she was panting somewhat; her chest rising and falling inside of her tight shirt. She wore the required Gym uniform of course; A short-sleeved white shirt and tight blue shorts that seemed to be a little low cut. Her hair was tied back into a small pony tail.

So far she hadn't made any new friends in the class, but this was only her first day, and she intended to make as many as she could as time went by. She loved this place so far. Eventually the girls began to file into the Locker Room, her among them.

She moved towards her locker, while most of the other girls simply stripped down and made use of the large, open shower room off to the side of the main room. She found quite a few of them attractive. She had planned to join them when she got fresh clothes from her locker, but she found that the lock refused to open despite putting the right combination in..

The demon… a description he had grown increasingly comfortable with, perhaps even fond of… made his way through one of the apparently defunct air conditioning pipes that lead into the women’s locker room. Though the trip took several minutes for someone of his stature, he was pleased when he finally made it to a vent large enough for him to slip through, let alone see out of, to see that his quarry had not only not escaped, but his plant was working. It would be only a few moments for the others to finish showering and leave her, lest they be late for… whatever it was these women studied. The irony of not caring much for their education was not completely lost on him, what with his checkered past.

As the others showered, despite their naked bodies, his attention was mostly drawn to the curvaceous brown haired beauty still fumbling with her switched out lock. Already his mind danced with possibilities, most of them involving stripping her of her already meager clothing and feasting on her arousal, perhaps pleasuring himself between her young breasts. Of course the real fun would be her reaction, both initially and to whatever torments he had planned for her.

Impatient with excitement, he had to stop himself from drumming his fingers across the metal tubing and alerting the girl before the others left the room…

"What the hell is with this thing!" She said outloud. She didn't expect anyone to hear her though, considering the roar of the showers was enough to drown her voice out, and that every other girl was in there.

She continued to fumble with the lock, growing impatient. 10 minutes passed by before she finally gave up, letting her back rest against the wall behind her before taking a deep breath, causing her shirt to buldge as her chest expanded.

Exhaling, she opened her eyes and glanced about. All the other girls were gone now, and silence filled the room aside from the dripping of water and the hum of some kind of engine in the distance. "Well.. Atleast this was my last class for today. Don't have to worry about being late." She said, smiling to herself. She always tried to remain optimistic.

At long last, after what seemed like hours (And after what he was sure was a cramp or two in the tight confines of the air duct) the other women left. A loud “THUMP” could be heard reverberating through the locker room as he finally cleared his hiding spot and allowed himself to stretch. He didn’t remain in one place though, circling the locker rows and moving inexorably towards the pretty young woman.

As usually, he was dressed only in a leg length kilt held aloft by many belts about his waist, his muscular chest, grey skinned chest completely exposed and huffing with excitement as she stalked his prey, imagining her taste on his lips already. Perhaps it was that he wasn’t feeling as generous, or perhaps it was merely a combination of hunger and lust, but he didn’t feel like giving this girl as much of a chance as he had in his previous student encounter. His winding path ultimately lead him to the end of her lock row, clearly visible to him. He was also clearly standing between the young woman and both doors out of the room.

“My, perhaps you were worth the wait. Good day young lady... might I have the pleasure of your name?” He jeers as his eyes drift over her form, drawn noticeably to the rapidly expanding swell of her breasts, barely hidden by her flimsy shirt.

Clair was just about to turn and leave, and head back to her dorm for the day to relax and call someone about her locker, but a chilling voice made her turn around before she had planned to. What she saw left her speechless and confused for the moment, caught between the want to scream or flee.

Despite it's beastly appearence it sounded remotely human, but it was deffinatly NOT.

"Wha... What in the hell are you? Who are you?" She asked almost grotesquely as she surveyed the beings muscular form with her hazel eyes. She found herself backing up against the wall, while also pondering on which way to run.

Hydra kept his namesake tentacles arrayed behind him, flowing somewhat so that they could easily be mistake for a cape at a distance. Though he seemed irritated that she had not answered his question, her own inquiry amused him. “What and who am I… that’s a question I have found MYSELF wondering for quite some time. Regardless, it’s irrelevant. You may call me Hydra if you wish.” He said, slowly approaching her, taking in her frame even more as she pressed herself against the wall.

When he finally got within arms reach of the girl, he extended a hand as if merely gesturing in conversation, though each claw tipped finger probably killed whatever civility he was faking for amusement’s sake. “Though you did not answer my question young lady… surely one so beautiful as yourself has a name to match your grace.” He reasoned… or taunted, it was difficult to tell exactly what tone he was going for. Calming tones were hard when you were nearly 7 feet tall and demonic in appearance.

She found herself pressing her back as hard as she could into the wall as he neared. She couldn't find the strength to will her legs to move, and finally he was close to her.

He was even bigger than she thought, and more muscular than she could tell earlier. She eyed his hand as it extended out, as if wanting to shake her own, but the claws made her banish such a thought from her mind.

"Screw you!" She yelled, pouring energy into her legs, she darted off like an explosion and turned to run down a row of lockers. She wasn't sure if she could get away, let alone out run it, but she was going to try. Suddenly though, the Locker room seemed alot bigger than it used to be, and she found herself running down row after row of lockers.

A grin spread over the demon’s lips as she screamed back at him, darting around him and making for an exit. Fiesty, this one, he thought to himself as he turned after her. No sooner had she made a dash past him then he was after her, his massive footsteps catching up to her quickly and seemingly with little effort. Of course, while she had spent the previous hour running in circles, he had been waiting and conserving his energy.

As he ran, they passed the showers briefly, and he made a mental note of their still running, still hot and steaming waters, perhaps to return later should he catch his prize.

Anyone else might have actually felt bad for the lopsided chase, but Hydra merely stalked after her, finally snapping out his tentacles and aiming a pair for her waist, attempting to entwine about her slender midriff and capture her.

She could hear the thing right behind her, and she cursed herself as she tried to will her legs to go faster. She was just too worn out from the workout she had gotten earlier, otherwise she was confident she could outrun him.

Finally, she saw the exit. The double doors leading into the Gym. She willed her legs harder, while stretching out with her arm..

The tips of her fingers touched the metal bar latched onto the door, but before she could grab it she found herself being pulled back by what looked like tentacles that had wrapped around her waist.

"NOOOOO!" She screamed, trying to pull against the thing but found it to be futile.

He actually laughed, clichéd as it might have been, as he nabbed his prey just before her escape into the gym. “My my, so close…” he mused, the rest of his tentacles flaring to life as the leapt forward at his target, slowly reeling her in like a caught fish on a line.

Two of the tendrils aimed for her wrists, attempting to seize them and keep them still even as they fought with his appendages about her slender waist. Two more sought out her ankles, perhaps a preemptive strike, not wishing to be kicked if he could help it. He would never let her know how effective her struggles were against his seemingly invincible tentacles, though he managed to hang on to her for long enough. In reality the appendages were laced with nerves, quite sensitive, and though he often used them for entrapment, they had other purposes as well… purposes she would likely witness soon.

“You know, you’re very attractive when you wriggle like that.. hrm… I still didn’t catch you name. I could lecture you on manners but I fear that point would be rather moot.” He chuckles.

Despite it seeming futile she still tried to fight, especially when she felt more of the things wrapping around her ankles, and before she knew it, her wrists.

"LET ME GO YOU FREAK!" She bellowed, more angry than afraid now. She didn't know what this thing wanted or what the hell it was. She ignored it's statement about manners and how it had called her.. attractive.

"I'LL NEVER tell you my NAME!" She mocked, still twisting and turning, making her light brown hair flail about her face, hiding her hazel eyes.

Despite her struggles, he slowly brought her back to him, binding her arms behind her in a manner that thrust her ample chest out slightly. Still he stayed at her back, though as she neared him, he reached out with his more human like arms. One looped her ponytail around a fist and gradually but forcefully pulled back on her hair, forcing her head back and further forcing her chest on display. Finally his other hand snaked around her and seized one large mound, squeezing it once, almost experimentally; the fabric of her top barely cushioning his fingers against her flesh.

“Very well, I don’t require your name for what I have planned for you… just your magnificent body.” He remarked to her coldly, though he figured he could ask again later if he truly wished… or if he remembered by that point. Right now his mind was on other things. Her body finally came to rest against his broad chest as he held her in that position, limbs bound, head pulled back, pumping one of her tender breasts every few moments.

Hi,

I am new here and this was my first post. I see your discussion its nice.

You know, just jumping into here with an OOC post is quite rude. You could've accomplished the same thing in the roleplay discussion forums.

---Madison