buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
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PiperAllen
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Today had not been going as well as Claire had hoped it would go. She had woken up with a terrible hangover, which had impaired her ability to lie when she tried to check into the first motel she came across in this town. She had also forgotten to clean the blood from yesterday off of her jacket. When the man behind the motel's counter had asked about it, the first thing Claire's hungover mind could think to say had been 'No, I'm not a murderer.' The man had gotten suspicious so Claire had left. It was about four hours before she came across other motel. By the time she reached it, she was pretty tired. Then she found out about the murders, and had stupidly deciding to investigate before getting some sleep. When she investigated, the conclusion she had reached was that there was a vampire hunting people in the forest. She couldn't think of anything else that it could be, so she grabbed a stake and her car keys and left the motel.
Claire had arrived at the woods as the sun was setting. She didn't waste anytime in parking her car and entering the woods. She knew where the last body had been found and she decided to head there first. It was along a well used path. She walked in silence for a while, until it got too dark to see without a flashlight. Claire groaned, realizing that she had forgotten her flashlight in her car. Today was just not going well for her. She began to retrace her steps, somehow managing to remain on the path. She figured she was about halfway back to her car when she heard something behind her. She spun around, pulling the stake out of her jacket, but it was too late. Something knocked into her, making her lose her balance. The stake fell from her hand and onto the ground as whatever was in front of Claire grabbed her. She yelled, which seemed to make the creature angrier. It shook her roughly before hitting her in the stomach. The blow made Claire gasp. She glanced down and saw blood, the sight making her frown. The creature began to move her, first off of the path and then further into the woods. Claire struggled for a moment before stopping. She was loosing blood, and she would rather not bleed to death in the middle of a forest. She didn't move as the creature reached what Claire assumed was the thing's home. She groaned as the creature began tie her up a moment later. She watched the creature turn and leave the dark area before she groaned, not knowing how she was going to get herself out of this mess.
Claire had arrived at the woods as the sun was setting. She didn't waste anytime in parking her car and entering the woods. She knew where the last body had been found and she decided to head there first. It was along a well used path. She walked in silence for a while, until it got too dark to see without a flashlight. Claire groaned, realizing that she had forgotten her flashlight in her car. Today was just not going well for her. She began to retrace her steps, somehow managing to remain on the path. She figured she was about halfway back to her car when she heard something behind her. She spun around, pulling the stake out of her jacket, but it was too late. Something knocked into her, making her lose her balance. The stake fell from her hand and onto the ground as whatever was in front of Claire grabbed her. She yelled, which seemed to make the creature angrier. It shook her roughly before hitting her in the stomach. The blow made Claire gasp. She glanced down and saw blood, the sight making her frown. The creature began to move her, first off of the path and then further into the woods. Claire struggled for a moment before stopping. She was loosing blood, and she would rather not bleed to death in the middle of a forest. She didn't move as the creature reached what Claire assumed was the thing's home. She groaned as the creature began tie her up a moment later. She watched the creature turn and leave the dark area before she groaned, not knowing how she was going to get herself out of this mess.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
Finn walked slowly through the woods, his backpack hanging off one shoulder and his eyes peeled for the first signs of movement. His torch was raised high, shining a single beam of light in a straight line in front of him, not doing much to show his surroundings, but at least preventing him from tripping over at every opportunity. He had first heard of the Wendigo two days ago, but it had taken him a while to figure out that it was actually a wendigo. Equipped with silver tipped arrows and a bow, and his handy flame-thrower, Finn was well prepared to take down the creature. If he could just find out where it was. He had been walking through the woods for hours, with not a single hint as to the whereabouts of the thing. Something in him was glad that he hadn't found it yet, but he knew that if he didn't keep looking, then more people would die. The search would have gone faster had he been with someone else, such as his uncle, but it was just him, a single man trekking through the woods for a thing that could potentially kill him. The problem with looking for the Wendigo at night, besides the fact that it was dark and it could ambush him at any time it wanted, was also the fact that, while the things were damn good hunters in the day, they were unbelievable hunters at night.
Finn was almost about to give up for the night, make a circle of Anasazi symbols and make camp in the middle of them, but that was when he heard the scream, or well, rather, the yell. He whipped his head in that direction. Someone was there, but it didn't sound like they were having much luck in doing anything. Forgetting for a moment that the Wendigo could mimic voices to lure victims to their deaths, Finn set of running for the voice. He could hear something being dragged through the forest, and followed close behind, though slowed down slightly when he was a little out of breath. The Wendigo wasn't moving too fast, so he managed to keep up. He eventually came to a cave, and peered into the dark to try and see the creature, but it was no use. He lifted his torch high, and took a deep breath, before beginning to march through the dark. Unfortunately for him, the moment he stepped inside the cave, the torch flickered, and his heart lept into his throat. "Aw shit... Not now." He mumbles, as it begins to flicker more frequently, then stops all together. Left alone in the dark, and with possible victims that could be alive that needed rescuing, Finn couldn't go back now, but going forward was just as dangerous too.
Finn was almost about to give up for the night, make a circle of Anasazi symbols and make camp in the middle of them, but that was when he heard the scream, or well, rather, the yell. He whipped his head in that direction. Someone was there, but it didn't sound like they were having much luck in doing anything. Forgetting for a moment that the Wendigo could mimic voices to lure victims to their deaths, Finn set of running for the voice. He could hear something being dragged through the forest, and followed close behind, though slowed down slightly when he was a little out of breath. The Wendigo wasn't moving too fast, so he managed to keep up. He eventually came to a cave, and peered into the dark to try and see the creature, but it was no use. He lifted his torch high, and took a deep breath, before beginning to march through the dark. Unfortunately for him, the moment he stepped inside the cave, the torch flickered, and his heart lept into his throat. "Aw shit... Not now." He mumbles, as it begins to flicker more frequently, then stops all together. Left alone in the dark, and with possible victims that could be alive that needed rescuing, Finn couldn't go back now, but going forward was just as dangerous too.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
After a few minutes of just hanging there, Claire deciding to try and get free. Her feet weren't touching the ground, and there was nothing around her that could be of any use. She groaned, the wound to her stomach burning. She glanced up at her hands before trying to move them. She swallowed nervously. She didn't think she could get her hands free. She swore under her breath as she tried moving her hands again. She groaned, titling her head back slightly. She didn't know if screaming for help would do any good. She doubted anyone except the creature was close enough to hear her. She glanced towards the entrance to the cave when she saw a light flickering. She watched it in silence, sighing softly when the light went dark. She thought she heard someone say something, and her eyes widened slightly.
"Is someone there?" she called out. She was silent for a moment, not wanting to call the creature back to her but needing to know if someone was in the cave. It could be a victim, she realized. The thought made her groan. She didn't know how she was going to get herself out of this mess, she really didn't want to have to worry about someone else too. "Hello?" she called out again.
"Is someone there?" she called out. She was silent for a moment, not wanting to call the creature back to her but needing to know if someone was in the cave. It could be a victim, she realized. The thought made her groan. She didn't know how she was going to get herself out of this mess, she really didn't want to have to worry about someone else too. "Hello?" she called out again.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
Finn heard the call, and momentarily cursed the girl for calling out, for drawing attention to her. He hoped the Wendigo didn't hear it, or simply decided to ignore it, as he blindly walked through the dark. Eventually, his eyes became adjusted to the light, and he could make out the dark shapes of rocks and... Bodies. He gulped, still not used to seeing bodies even after so long. He hated death, and quickly moved past some of the bones that remained. He walked slowly, but didn't call back to the girl who had called out again. He didn't want to draw attention to his whereabouts. After a moment, he reached the opening in the cave, his eyes scanning every possible area, until he saw the blonde girl, hanging in the air, but alive.
He looked around him, before running to the girl and pulling a silver knife out of his pocket, he begins to cut her down, helping her. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He questions, making sure to confirm whether or not she needed any medical help before he got them out of there. First thing was first, he would help the victim, and scram, make an Anasazi circle in the floor if he had to, then he'd come back in the morning and kill it then. He didn't like the idea of killing it in the dark, knowing it could easily kill him. Once she was down, he kept his hands on her shoulder, keeping her steady.
He looked around him, before running to the girl and pulling a silver knife out of his pocket, he begins to cut her down, helping her. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He questions, making sure to confirm whether or not she needed any medical help before he got them out of there. First thing was first, he would help the victim, and scram, make an Anasazi circle in the floor if he had to, then he'd come back in the morning and kill it then. He didn't like the idea of killing it in the dark, knowing it could easily kill him. Once she was down, he kept his hands on her shoulder, keeping her steady.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
When nobody answered her calls, Claire groaned. She wondered if she would die in this cave. She sighed, hoping she would be able to find a way out of here. She returned her attention to the cave when she heard someone walking. She wondered if it was the creature. She had pretty much ruled out the creature being a vampire. She had no idea what it was then, and the thought irritated her. After a moment, she saw a figure in front of her. She narrowed her eyes slightly before letting out a soft sigh of relief. He was human. She didn't say anything as the guy cut her down, trying to figure out how to explain the situation to him. She groaned when she dropped to the ground, both hands covering the wound on her stomach.
"No.. I'm fine." She winced. "Well... I've been better." she said a second later. She was lightheaded, most likely from blood loss. She glanced around them, wondering how far the entrance to the cave was from here. She wondered if the two of them could get out of here before the creature came back. "I'm Claire." she said, introducing herself. "And we need to go." she added, glancing around them again.
"No.. I'm fine." She winced. "Well... I've been better." she said a second later. She was lightheaded, most likely from blood loss. She glanced around them, wondering how far the entrance to the cave was from here. She wondered if the two of them could get out of here before the creature came back. "I'm Claire." she said, introducing herself. "And we need to go." she added, glancing around them again.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
"Finn," he introduces, putting the silver knife back in its place on his belt, "and believe me. I know we need to go." He turns around to leave, but then stops. He puts his backpack down on the floor, and before Claire can say anything, he explains why. "Trust me, we're better of waiting for a moment while I get this out, it could save our lives." He didn't know how much she knew about the supernatural world, but he thought that the less he explained now the better. He pulls out the flamethrower from his pack, and pulls it onto his back. He leaves the backpack on the floor, it was empty now anyway. Looking at her for a moment, he purses his lips then nods his head. "Okay, this should be fine." He grins a little, awkwardly, before turning and beginning to walk again.
Until he heard the noise. It was an inhuman noise, followed by a crash and a bang, and the sound of something whipping past them, faster than the wind. Finn turns, ready to fire at the son of a bitch. He wanted to get this over and done with, go home, and sleep for a few days. The sound came again, and he whipped around to see the thing in front of him, its teeth bared and its fingers grabbing at him. He didn't hesitate, his finger pressing on the trigger. Fire flared into life, lighting the room brightly, and Finn squints into it as he hears the screams of pain coming from the Wendigo. "That's it motherfucker, burn!" he yells, a grin on his face.
Until he heard the noise. It was an inhuman noise, followed by a crash and a bang, and the sound of something whipping past them, faster than the wind. Finn turns, ready to fire at the son of a bitch. He wanted to get this over and done with, go home, and sleep for a few days. The sound came again, and he whipped around to see the thing in front of him, its teeth bared and its fingers grabbing at him. He didn't hesitate, his finger pressing on the trigger. Fire flared into life, lighting the room brightly, and Finn squints into it as he hears the screams of pain coming from the Wendigo. "That's it motherfucker, burn!" he yells, a grin on his face.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Claire nodded as Finn introduced himself, frowning slightly when he stopped and opened his backpack. She raised an eyebrow slightly when he pulled out a flamethrower. "Oh.." she said thoughtfully. The fact that he had a flamethrower and apparently felt confident in his ability to kill the creature and save their lives... he must be a hunter. She began to walk again, glancing around them before jumping slightly when she heard an inhuman noise. She gasped as the creature lunged at Finn, covering her face with her hands as he shot the thing with the flamethrower. She moved her hands and watched the creature burn before turning to Finn.
"You're a hunter, aren't you?" she asked. "And that wasn't a vampire, was it?" she let out a soft sigh. "I was really off this time." she said with a slight frown. She stopped talking then, realizing that if the guy wasn't a hunter, she was probably just confusing him.
"You're a hunter, aren't you?" she asked. "And that wasn't a vampire, was it?" she let out a soft sigh. "I was really off this time." she said with a slight frown. She stopped talking then, realizing that if the guy wasn't a hunter, she was probably just confusing him.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
He looked down at the dead corpse of the Wendigo, kicking it slightly with his shoe, before leaning down and taking out his silver knife from his belt. He slides it across the Wendigo's throat, sort of like a doublt tap to make sure that it was dead. He looks up at Claire from his place on the floor. "A vampire? You really were off. This thing's a Wendigo. It means 'evil that devours.' They're hundreds of years old. Each was once a man, sometimes an indian or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter... You get my drift. But... During some harsh winter, a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help -- becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp. Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities - speed, strength, immortality. If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less-than-human thing. You're always hungry." He explains, before sighing, and standing up. "They're buggers to kill too."
He began to walk out of the cave, not wanting to stick around any longer than he had to. All he could smell was the burning body of the Wendigo, and he wanted to go home and just not think about it. He didn't care what Claire did.
He began to walk out of the cave, not wanting to stick around any longer than he had to. All he could smell was the burning body of the Wendigo, and he wanted to go home and just not think about it. He didn't care what Claire did.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Claire listened to Finn's information about Wendigos with interest, nodding once he had finished talking. "And you kill them with fire." she said thoughtfully, more to herself than to him. She would have to remember to write the information down. She kept a journal, not about her personal life, but about what she encountered along the lines of the supernatural. Claire began to follow Finn out of the cave before pausing a moment later, leaning against one of the walls and wincing.
"Hey, uh.." she paused, putting one hand over the wound on her stomach. "Thanks for saving my life and all that. I really hate to bother you anymore but... I'm bleeding." she paused, wincing again. "And between being dragged through the woods and then being tied like that.. shit, I'm bleeding a lot." She hated asking for help, but she didn't have any first aid supplies with her. She had some in her motel room, but that was quite a ways away. "Do you have any first aid stuff or anything?" she asked with a frown.
"Hey, uh.." she paused, putting one hand over the wound on her stomach. "Thanks for saving my life and all that. I really hate to bother you anymore but... I'm bleeding." she paused, wincing again. "And between being dragged through the woods and then being tied like that.. shit, I'm bleeding a lot." She hated asking for help, but she didn't have any first aid supplies with her. She had some in her motel room, but that was quite a ways away. "Do you have any first aid stuff or anything?" she asked with a frown.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
Finn turns to look at her, peering at her through the dark. "I don't have anything. That's stupid I know, I should remember to pack it from now on..." He walks over to her, "I can make a bandage now, though, out of my shirt or something, and then I can clean it back at my motel room." He offers her this, it was no trouble for him at all, in fact he would enjoy the company. His eyes were getting used to the dark, and he looked at her.
"If you just tell me where the bleeding is..." he mumbles as he begins to pull off his jacket and put it on the ground. He pulls off his shirt, then tucks it between his legs for a moment so that it didn't get dirty, before pulling his jacket back on and zipping it up. He shakes out his shirt and pushes hair out of his eyes so that he could see the wound properly. Or at least, properly enough considering the situation with the dark.
"If you just tell me where the bleeding is..." he mumbles as he begins to pull off his jacket and put it on the ground. He pulls off his shirt, then tucks it between his legs for a moment so that it didn't get dirty, before pulling his jacket back on and zipping it up. He shakes out his shirt and pushes hair out of his eyes so that he could see the wound properly. Or at least, properly enough considering the situation with the dark.
