Hell's Fury (Part 2)
Cassie drives over to the requested meeting point to meet Karl who hasn't bothered on details as to why she needs to get to the abandoned town, but what she finds... more like, who she finds isn't who she had been expecting... Sorry for the wait, please comment and tell me what you think.
I ignored the questions that swam through my mind and placed my foot harder on the pedal and the Ute sped up sharply in the empty street.
For most of the way there I had listened to my CDs that I had bought whenever I managed to cash in on poker games. I hadn't stopped once, that wasn't how I did hunting. The only time I stopped was when I stopped at my new destination. The place was practically deserted, there were no cars beside my Ute and there was only a small town which only had one street leading straight through the place, with mini roads only for walking leading off into few directions.
I tapped my hands hard against the steering wheel to the tune of the hard rock that played through my stereo system. My forehead creased as I looked over the few houses. There was no sign of anybody; I knew something was terribly wrong; Karl wouldn't have left me as bait without telling me... at least that's what I thought. With one last sigh, I pushed my door open and pulled myself out of the car. I slammed the car door shut with my boot and stretched for a while. Being stuck up in a car wasn't the best idea.
I tried my best at keeping the sleep from falling over me and clouding my senses, but I hadn't had a proper hunting job for more than two weeks and had been on the roads for most of it. My body was sore and I was dead tired and as I looked over the deserted scenery, I realized that there was no sign of Karl. I cursed and kicked hard at the rock closest to me and watched as it soared through the sky. "Dammit Karl!" I cried.
My voice rang out in the empty road; the only sign that there was life on this side of the map was the reply of crows as they flew noisily down from the sky and perched on one of the old barn roofs. The crow stares at me curiously and somewhat hungrily and for a moment, I swore I saw a shimmer of something behind me in its unnatural beady eyes.
"What are you doin' in these parts?" a man cooed from behind me.
I turned instantly and instinctively, I began searching for my gun that I usually kept hidden at the rim of my jeans, but as my hand grazed over where I was positively sure I had left it, there was no gun.
"Lookin' for these?" another man said opposite me.
I whirled on the two of them and felt my fears spike. The second man held my old silver pistol that I had treasured since Karl had given it to me as well as the long pointed knife that I had hidden deep in my boot. Knowing that these men had speed over me, only made my fear heighten, yeah I had been a hunter for five years, but that didn't mean it would stop fear from rising.
Both the men were similar. Huge in build, hard set, easily forgotten face with chocolate-brown eyes that glistened in the sun.
"You're Karl friend ratted you out, now we don't need no hunter's in these parts." The second man chuckled.
The first to him and nodded his head. Both the two's faces lit up with a sadistic look that told me, maybe my life had finally come to an end.
The second man looked above me and it took me only a moment before I realized that the two hadn't come out alone.
A firm hand clasped over my left shoulder and then with one careless move, I let the man throw something over my head. My mind rang, but I still managed to find myself standing. There was a growl from behind and I knew almost immediately what type of creatures I was dealing with. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.
I was ready to die; I couldn't do it any longer, not with all the suffering in my life I've had to deal with.
As I waited for the werewolf to do his business, there was a crash from a door and then there were hard footprints as they made their way closer to us.
"No! Stop, don't kill her!" a man shouted.
But it was too late, something collapsed around me and I remember nothing, simply fading into darkness.
For most of the way there I had listened to my CDs that I had bought whenever I managed to cash in on poker games. I hadn't stopped once, that wasn't how I did hunting. The only time I stopped was when I stopped at my new destination. The place was practically deserted, there were no cars beside my Ute and there was only a small town which only had one street leading straight through the place, with mini roads only for walking leading off into few directions.
I tapped my hands hard against the steering wheel to the tune of the hard rock that played through my stereo system. My forehead creased as I looked over the few houses. There was no sign of anybody; I knew something was terribly wrong; Karl wouldn't have left me as bait without telling me... at least that's what I thought. With one last sigh, I pushed my door open and pulled myself out of the car. I slammed the car door shut with my boot and stretched for a while. Being stuck up in a car wasn't the best idea.
I tried my best at keeping the sleep from falling over me and clouding my senses, but I hadn't had a proper hunting job for more than two weeks and had been on the roads for most of it. My body was sore and I was dead tired and as I looked over the deserted scenery, I realized that there was no sign of Karl. I cursed and kicked hard at the rock closest to me and watched as it soared through the sky. "Dammit Karl!" I cried.
My voice rang out in the empty road; the only sign that there was life on this side of the map was the reply of crows as they flew noisily down from the sky and perched on one of the old barn roofs. The crow stares at me curiously and somewhat hungrily and for a moment, I swore I saw a shimmer of something behind me in its unnatural beady eyes.
"What are you doin' in these parts?" a man cooed from behind me.
I turned instantly and instinctively, I began searching for my gun that I usually kept hidden at the rim of my jeans, but as my hand grazed over where I was positively sure I had left it, there was no gun.
"Lookin' for these?" another man said opposite me.
I whirled on the two of them and felt my fears spike. The second man held my old silver pistol that I had treasured since Karl had given it to me as well as the long pointed knife that I had hidden deep in my boot. Knowing that these men had speed over me, only made my fear heighten, yeah I had been a hunter for five years, but that didn't mean it would stop fear from rising.
Both the men were similar. Huge in build, hard set, easily forgotten face with chocolate-brown eyes that glistened in the sun.
"You're Karl friend ratted you out, now we don't need no hunter's in these parts." The second man chuckled.
The first to him and nodded his head. Both the two's faces lit up with a sadistic look that told me, maybe my life had finally come to an end.
The second man looked above me and it took me only a moment before I realized that the two hadn't come out alone.
A firm hand clasped over my left shoulder and then with one careless move, I let the man throw something over my head. My mind rang, but I still managed to find myself standing. There was a growl from behind and I knew almost immediately what type of creatures I was dealing with. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.
I was ready to die; I couldn't do it any longer, not with all the suffering in my life I've had to deal with.
As I waited for the werewolf to do his business, there was a crash from a door and then there were hard footprints as they made their way closer to us.
"No! Stop, don't kill her!" a man shouted.
But it was too late, something collapsed around me and I remember nothing, simply fading into darkness.
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