Kraven's Last Hunt
ARC THREE · THE SPECTACULAR SILVA, PART 2. A hunter comes to Brooklyn looking for the only prey he hasn't bagged.
His name was Sergei. He hunted lions in the dark with his hands. He retired bored. Then a video of a kid on a webline went viral.
"Little spider. You think your city protects you. Tonight — I AM your city."
Zachary woke up in a coffin of dirt. Six feet of Brooklyn earth on his chest. The Silva-tingle was the only thing left telling him which way was up.
"Nope. NOPE. Not how Silvas go out. Not today, Sergei."
He found Kraven on the carousel in the park, waiting like he knew. Maybe he did.
"You came back from the grave for me. Then you ARE my last hunt. And I — I am beaten. Honourably."
Sergei walked into the trees and did not come back out. Zachary left the coffin in the dirt as a warning to the next one.
TO BE CONTINUED IN ISSUE #09 — THE INTERNSHIP.