this was written by my brother (who..really is a very good writer ^-^): snuck it off his computer. "sneak preview":

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The boy had the eyes of a trapped animal, liquidly wary and fluidly cautious, dark pupils floating within golden orbs as they reflected the gleaming moonlight. As he slowly crept through the forest, skirting the clearings, bushes and fallen twigs, the nocturnal music swayed on, accepting him into is folds as one of its own. Swift night birds and bats hunted on, watchful owls hooting and cooing in warning, while the humble crickets below continued chirping away, none within the forest noticing the silent silhouette of the boy’s shadow as he passed through within the dark. With only the dark menacing shape hidden in the clouds taking heed of his passage.
Within the dimly lit insides of the, high flying hovercraft, two individuals were strapped, alongside each other into crash harnesses. The figure on the left, a young girl dressed in a black leather jumpsuit with a needle-point pistol holstered on her left refocused the touch screen displaying their quarry’s infra-red image, running her fingers over the boy’s swiftly changing heat profile.
She turned to her right, addressing the middle-aged male piloting the hovercraft, “Gru, don’t you think he’s a little too young for this? He’s little more then a child.”
He replies in a low monotone, rolling his eyes at the same time, “ Ov, we’ve been through this before. You need a capture before you can join the ranks of the overseers! How else are you going to qualify for enlistment? Your motivational score still needs a hefty portion of points before you’ll even be considered. Besides, it’s only a barbaric feral. And a wild one at that!”
Ov sighs,” But he’s just a child! And he looks so lonely. I wonder what he’s doing out here all alone, wandering through the forest like that.”
“Ov. It’s just a feral! Why do you care? Most probably exiled by its kin for having discernable signs of Change.” Gru shrugs. “I’ll set us down ahead of him then you can snare him. These things are all animals anyway, barbaric and dangerous. Don’t get too close to it, it might bite.”
The foliage of the forest giant scarcely rustle, as Gru sets the hovercraft down. He stays inside the craft while Ov pops open the canopy and climbs out, cradling a snare-gun. She scrambles up the nearest tree and hides in the shadows as Gru lifts off once again. The interrupted song of the night continues with the hovercraft’s departure as she keeps herself in the shadow of the branches above, keeping close to the bark, while cradling the snare-gun, aiming in the general direction of the quarry’s approach.
In the frozen space of a second, a tangled mop of hair looms out from the undergrowth as the boy picks his way slowly but surely from the bushes. Ov takes a deep breath, then slowly exhaling, she fires, capturing her prey in a web of fine wires. The boy hunches over in surprise, crouching down on all fours and sniffing the air, as he searches the surroundings for sign of his captor. He tenses when he sees Ov slowly clambering her way down the tree, cursing the tree’s height in her low undertone. She comes closer and peers into the net, checking him out, finally catching a glimpse of her illusive prey.
The boy’s hair had tangled strips of fur twined together with it, his gleaming golden eyes reflecting light like twin coins as he bared his teeth at her advances. Despite his low wary stance, she could see him favoring his left foot, placing his full weight on his right instead. She places down her gun, and then slowly and gingerly picks his left up, discovering a long, deep sharp gash across half the sole. She tsks and reaches over to her first aid kit to retrieve a swab when the boy lunges on top of her, nails flashing and teeth sinking into her collarbone. She shrieks and scrabbles away as the boy continues to lunge at her, snarling, growling words in a thick tongue. She frantically gesticulates that she has no intention of harming him, but before she finishes, he slashes the side of her face with his long nails, scoring and burning her face with long vertical scratches.
For a moment, the tableau stops, the forest silent and still, the boy crouched over her, she trying to scramble back and scream at the same time, when his head explodes in a thin red mist of copper, Gru stepping out from behind a tree facing her. He tutts condescendingly, then kicks the body aside before helping her to her feet.
“Beasts. I told you they were none better then animals.” He casually remarks, while reloading his hunting rifle.
Ov looks at him through tear stricken eyes, half paralyzed with shock, the fear and loathing held in check by the pure adrenaline raging through her veins. She heaves a couple of times before straightening up and replying, “Yes. Beasts. I know now. All none better then animals”, staring at him as he struts away to the hovercraft."


Cool huh....think we're all just emotional freaks....
he kinda thinks on the same frequencies as me...note, he loved the matrix, thought the movies are worth for the motives and themes...^-^ and... he loves pulp fiction and trainspotting...wat can i say? we're really birds from the same feather...