November 2017 100 Word Anonymous Challenge

The Traveller

The night had a bite to it that invigorated him, made him feel truly alive. He knew the city by memory so the dense fog would be of no hindrance to him.

One more night and he would leave this backward world and return home.

Once more the in city of London, in their year of 1888, the night would echo with panicked screams and the arrival of mystified policemen.

They called him a monster. He called himself a hunter.

His trophies would bring squeals of delight from the females of his species.

They knew his name by now. Jack.
 
Storm chasers

"We must get closer."

"Stop. Do you want to get yourself killed. Or me. Is that it, have you had enough of me?"

Will was only half joking as he looked up at the tornado towering above them. He could hardly hear his wife's reply over the howling wind and his legs had almost turned to jelly. If he had to run he would likely be rooted to the spot.

"I'm going home." Her answer flew away with the wind but she leaned in to reassure him with a kiss.

"Dorothy!" Will screamed as she pulled him into the vortex.
 

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