DNA Valkyrie - Vol. 5 - Chapter 19: Primal Cynthia

Chapter 19: Primal Cynthia

The Cynthia who came out of the amber crystal was not the same Cynthia who originally entered it. 

First and foremost, as she awoke and broke the walls of the crystal, she was no longer wearing any clothes because her trench coat and the rest of her outfit had all melted within the amber and that was including her fedora, as well. 

Thump… Thump…

When she stepped out of the crystal, the irises of her eyes were thin—they were reptilian-like, meaning that she entered her Valkyrie mode. The DNA of the Dilophosaurus had been reunited with her. 

“Impossible…” the cloaked figure known for now as the Amber murder uttered after her failed killing attempt on Cynthia. 

The cloaked figure took a step back from her. 

Cynthia stood tall, more confident and determined than ever. It was time for payback.

The cloaked figure didn’t stick around for too long. She left as soon as she had the opportunity. Seeing this tall and colossal woman coming her way had made her want to escape as soon as she could, and quite honestly, Cynthia couldn’t blame her, but that didn’t mean that she was not going to go after her. Now, that she had made an attempt on murdering her, the good news about this was that she revealed herself. The only thing needed for her now was to get her! 

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Cynthia was ready to have a little taste of revenge, so while still completely naked, she followed the amber murderer on foot. Now that she knew what her yellow cloak looked like, it was a lot easier for her to follow her wherever she went. Whoever she was, she was going after her and she wouldn’t rest until she caught her. 

This primal version of Cynthia followed her all across town and she was able to corner her in what seemed to be a whorehouse.

Exactly the kind of place for me! she thought to herself.

She entered the whorehouse and she immediately began searching for her target. Cynthia had become the hunter and the cloaked woman was her prey. The whores at the whorehouse weren’t frightened of Cynthia because she came in buck naked, no, that wouldn’t make any sense, they were scared of her because she barged in here and was extremely aggressive. She looked everywhere for any sign of the fleeing cloaked woman, but no luck so far.

“What do you mean?” one of the whores asked her. 

“Have you seen her? She’s in here somewhere!” Cynthia growled, much like a real dinosaur. 

“Hey, babe, how much are you charging?” Then, it was one of the men there who spoke to her, hoping that she was supposed to be one of the working girls in this house. Which would normally be a safe assumption considering that she was buck naked and standing right in this whorehouse.  

“Get lost!” was all that Cynthia said to that perverted man. 

“What is the meaning of this?” She was then challenged by another man—one who seemed to be the one in charge of this establishment for pleasure.

“I’m searching for a dangerous criminal. She wears a yellow cloak. I know she’s here. Where is she?” hellbent on finding her, Cynthia didn’t care about beating around the bushes and she went straight for what mattered to her—finding her

…

The man in charge of the whorehouse didn’t say much at first, but after a few seconds he finally opened his mouth…

“This way…” he ultimately decided to help her. He moved aside, leaving her place to pass. He pointed to her door. There was a room in the back and this had to be where she was hiding. 

“Thank you,” then, Cynthia was able to pass. 

She was quite surprised that this guy decided to help her. He didn’t have to. Cynthia’s theory was that he was not too excited about some dangerous criminal finding refuge in his… Respectable and honourable establishment. This was understandable.

Cynthia immediately entered the back room where her target was hiding.

In here, there were no whores, there was nothing. There was only silence. It was like a cat and mouse and game. Cynthia was only patiently awaiting to find her. Sooner or later, she was going to appear. Sooner or later, she would come up. It was only a matter of time before she did so…

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” Cynthia whispered. 

…

There was another silence… 

When primal Cynthia became a little more impatient about finding her, she sniffed the air and used her instinctive dinosaur smelling sense. 

Sniff! Sniff! 

Then, everything became a lot clearer for her. She was able to detect her smell and she was right there, hiding behind an old mannequin that had been left in this storage room. The mannequin in question was dressed with whorish clothes with a tiny top, an ultra-mini skirt, and stripper high-heels. There was no question, this was where she was hiding. Still acting incredibly aggressive and primal, Cynthia immediately lashed out at the old mannequin and slashed it in half—using her dinosaur claws to cut it up! The old mannequin came tumbling in half to the ground, revealing that the amber murderer was surprisingly not behind it. This left Cynthia to cock her head, perplexed. 

Where is she?

Then, all of a sudden, Cynthia heard a grunt coming from right behind her! There she was! She crept on her and attacked her from behind, using a different mannequin to smack her in the head with. It worked, but Cynthia was quite shaken afterward. She had come down to the ground and her adversary was now standing right over her. Cynthia was running out of time. If she didn’t get up or do something, she was probably going to get killed by her.

She had to do something to stop her, but what…?

“I know who you are…” What Cynthia said next was more than enough to stop her.

Her assailant ceased all operations and this was good because she had almost run out of time. She was about to hit her in the head with that mannequin leg before she said something and it interrupted her…