5 May 2012
Instinct: Chapter 2 (Part 4)
Kate
I circled around the edge of the field following the simple two panel fence that boarded it. I got to a spot where the top panel was broken and pointed down towards the field. I climbed over onto the side with trees. I had picked this spot as it was easy to remember, as the broken panel was almost like an arrow to my 'x-marks the spot'. I began digging away the soil with my fingers not caring about the dirt getting under my nails or on my black jeans. The soil was loose from my digging earlier and moved away effortlessly. My fingers skimmed the cool plastic outer material of the sealed postal bag. I had to move some more soil away before I could pull it out and rip open the sticky seal. I had no time to lose, they were all fully in form now. The hairy hunched bodies sped further out, they all looked the same to me, and I couldn't decipher which one was Luna. I saw them gaining on the guy with the limp. Sadly, there was no hope for him, I looked away knowing they were about to pull him down. I heard his agony and felt pity for him, for some reason I always rooted for the underdog.
"Only three survivors left!" I reached into the cool plastic envelope and retrieved my weapon and stuffed the plastic bag into the pocket of my leather jacket - I can't stand litter bugs. Despite how pointless it was beginning to feel there was more than I had estimated - I continued to follow the fence, clutching to my chest, the heavy weight that would aid me.
I was close enough now to take a good shot. I ducked behind the fence, keeping my head low as I positioned my Kriss Super V Calibre .45 through the gap. I clicked the safety off and selected single fire. I loaded the glock magazine with my 30 extensions and took aim. My left hand gripped the front of the retract bolt whilst my index finger of my right hand rested on the trigger. I didnt need to hold the gun so tightly, as my new firearm had little recoil but it was an old habit I had from previous guns. The gun was loaded with bullets specially made for me. Each bullet had been drilled and hollowed then filled with mercury and re-sealed. The idea was that on impact that fragile new seal would break, hopefully spilling mercury into the body of the werewolf. It didnt always work though but when it did it was fatal.
I flicked the sight rail up and eyed up my targets. I could see them all occupied with ripping their victims stomach to pieces, blood dripping from the furry mouths. My instincts took over. I began to see only heat and movement. I took aim and my finger pressed down on the trigger. The first round splintered into the air, whirling towards the predator. I saw the bullet hit. The first shot was a success.
A sad howl echoed from the wolfs body into the night air, alerting the rest of the pack, delivering chaos that caused them to spiral out in alarm. Some ran for safety but the more brave or vengeful began pounding in my direction. I took another shot. Another went down.
"Eleven left. My lucky number." I grinned as I leaped to my feet and raced into the forest. Quick as a cat I bounded up a tree. High in the canopies I was out of sight and range. Werewolves are useless at climbing.
My sharp vision descended on the hounds pacing the base of the tree. Their sense of smell was excellent, they would easily find me, but I still had the advantage of being out of reach and with a long range weapon. I aimed my Kriss downwards and the effortless steam of smoke oozed from the barrel. I had to keep moving. I jumped from leafy rooftop to leafy rooftop.
I couldnt stay up here forever; they would stalk me until I was too tired. Then I would either fall or they would shift and climb up in human form to finish me. I needed to cause them to scatter and disperse. I leaped onwards to get a better sighting and set my gun to automatic. In an arched motion my arm reached out with my finger on the trigger. The bullets rained down in an arc, causing them to whine and whimper at the fear of being shot. I knew then which one was Luna as she titled her snout up towards the silver moon they worshipped and let out a heartbreaking howl of defeat - the sound of success to my ears. The pack froze in their tracks and as she turned on her tail and fled, they were quickly by her side.
It was up to me to make the losses look like an accident. I floated down to the ground in an effortless jump. I landed on the soft green carpet of the forest floor on all fours. I stayed in my hunched position, whilst my eyes actively searched seeking danger. Confirming I was safe I pounced forwards, heading back towards the field to claim the sorrowful losses. If I left them as they were investigations would be cast into our world, and my own kind, the avatars could be discovered. I had to protect the secrets for us all, regardless of sides. The bodies would be left on the train track, a tragic accident that everyone could sympathise with.
Instinct - Chapter 2.4 (Kate) • Opuss № I