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Fell the Hunter *Completed* (part 4/5)
Title: Fell the Hunter
Author: Kevin Martin
Rated: 18+ (violence and graphic descriptions)
Author's note: O.K part four, only one more to go, the final "tie all the loose strings together" part, lol!
Josh ran, towards the flickering fire, as he got closer he could hear mixed whimpering, crying, groaning. He wondered what sight was going to meet his eyes. And then he was there; the fire had smouldered down to burning embers, oranges and reds. He looked to the tent, which was a scorched purge of plastic and metal giving off a dark grey smoke. And finally his eyes befell Simon, holding his arm away from his body like it was poisonous snake. Blood was flowing freely out of the most hideous wound imaginable, like one you would see on a gruesome horror movie, but this wasn’t some movie, this was real life, and Josh didn’t know what to do. Simons eyes looked up, wide, white, praying for help. Josh was nearly sick, he wrenched forward, holding his stomach.
Sarah tried desperately to keep the man, a complete stranger, in her sight. Josh was just ahead, in the ring of light the fire was giving off, he was bent double over the wounded body of Simon. She turned away in horror as she saw his arm, but the man ran forward, knocking Josh to the side, and attending the wound, pulling off his long leather coat, he ripped the sleeve from his white shirt that lay underneath. He spun it tighter, and then tied it around the upper arm of Simon, who yelped as the man grabbed his arm. The man stood up, aiming his crossbow away from the fire and into the darkness, “you, take that blanket, wrap him in it.” Josh hopped to his feet, and done as the man said. Sarah turned back towards the fire, and looked to the tent, Claire’s shoes were there, half doused in molten plastic, half drenched in blood. Sarah looked around, nothing.
The man surveyed the darkness for what seemed like an age, Josh was shaking, so was Sarah; they looked to each other, tears blurring their vision. Simon then spoke, quietly, like he was an old man saying his final words. “It …went after Claire.” He said, gripping Josh’s T-Shirt, staining where he held with blood. “She hit it with the Machete, and then she ran…and it chased her.”
The man heard this, and jumped down beside Simon with athletic grace. “Which way?” The man quizzed, “Simon gestured with his eyes towards the car, and before Josh had even registered this signal the man had leapt up and was off, reaching the car as Josh turned. “Quick, bring him here.”
Josh and Sarah helped Simon to his feet, he was week, and leant on Josh, Sarah held his injured arm, glad that the blanket covered it from sight.
As they reached the car the man preceded to tap on the window with his crossbow, he done it once, nothing, he done it again, nothing. Josh and Sarah looked to each other, then to the car. The bonnet was ripped, a slice a foot long across the top, the door was dented and the handle sprayed with blood. The man tapped a third time, and again nothing; he slowly lent down and opened the door.
Sat on the back seat of the car was Claire, trembling with fear, holding the blood soaked machete as if warding off a predator. The man rushed to Josh, and thrust the crossbow into his hand. Whipping Simon off his feet with strength that was hard to imagine. Josh held the weapon like a newborn baby, looking down at the golden tipped arrow, the jet-black firing mechanism, the bright white feather the finishing touch to the ammo. The man slid Simon onto the back seat of Josh’s damaged Chevy, Claire not moving a muscle while he done so. Josh heard a rustling to his left, he turned and even in a night like this was stunned, he lifted the crossbow. Sarah screamed, the man leapt from the door of the Chevy, wilding the Machete. Fire, he screamed to Josh, Josh looked down at the crossbow, the trigger was just like that of a gun, he gripped it with his finger and pulled. The arrow sped through the air, at speed to fast for the naked eye. It hit the Werewolf in the arm, grazing the bicep, before landing in the tree. The Werewolves dark black eyes glistened red for a moment, maybe a reflection of the fire, maybe out of rage. It turned, and was gone.
The man briefly made for the darkness of the forest, but halted again. He turned to Sarah, “can you drive?” Sarah nodded, “You drive that car, don’t look back, you get back onto the main road, and you drive, drive until you are out of the forest.” Sarah nodded again. "You find a hospital, and then you take your friend in." Sarah nodded. "You then phone the police, ask for Inspector Jacobs." Sarah nodded again "When Inspector Jacobs gets to the phone simply say WWA". Sarah looked blank, "Did you hear me?" She nodded a final time.
The man then looked to Josh. “I need your help.” Josh’s eyes widened in terror. The man grabbed the crossbow, and reloaded, pulling an arrow from a small sheath attached to his belt. “We must put an end to this, tonight, this is our chance to finish this once and for all.” Josh looked the man in the eyes; the power and focus that he was greeted with drained the fear from his. “Will you help me?” Josh smiled, and nodded. The man passed him the Crossbow again.
“But who are you” Sarah said, moving towards the Chevy. The man picked his long jacket from the floor, sliding into in and whipping it around to look her in the eye, “Fell, Hunter of Werewolves, but you just call me Fell.” The man smiled briefly, and then set off in the direction the Werewolf went. He stopped again, “Come on” he said gesturing to Josh, “and get going,“ he implored to Sarah.
Copyright of Kevin Martin 2005
Post Edited By Kev2012, Apr/29/2005, 12:43 am
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Apr/24/2005, 4:24 am
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