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Alone

You adjusted your body in the tree you were currently perched in. Your eyes were trained on the trap you had set hours ago. Just as you were about to go back to your hut you heard leaves rustle in the distance. Slowly but surely a small rabbit came around the tree. As you watched the creature venture closure to the trap you had set your heart was nearly in your throat. Once the rabbit disappeared into the hidden hole you had dug you lept from the tree and bounded over to the hole. You reached in and grabbed the rabbit before snapping its neck quickly. After re-setting the trap you began your long jog back to your hut.

As you came closer you admired your home. There was a pine tree that had grown next to a small cliff of rock about 5 feet off of the ground. You had managed to trim down some of the branches under the tree to clear an opening big enough for you to lay down at night. It was perfectly concealed by the overlaying branches that any passerby (if there were any this deep into the woods) wouldn't even take a second look at it. The overhead cliff also made for much needed protection from the elements. The designated fire [it was also concealed by a shallow hole dug into the earth that you would cover with dirt so there wasn't much smoke. You began a fire so it would be hot enough to cook the rabbit meat. As you begin to skin the rabbit and clean the hide for future use your stomach reminds you of how empty it was. The rabbit wasn't much but it was better than nothing. After living in the wilderness for almost six years you appreciate the little things.

You were forced out of society at the age of thirteen. Your parents were hunters and you were the only child that they had passed all of their knowledge down to. Most of the time you were home doing research for them during their hunts. But at the time any help you could give them was enough for you and them. Over time your parents started asking you out of place questions. They had noticed that you could hear hushed conversations they were having even with you being in your room upstairs. You could tell what was for dinner just by the smell of it. As well as your eyesight in the dark. They would train you to fight in the dark as most monsters in the world used that to their advantage. You had been taken out of sports because your strength outmatched the kids your age zero to one. They chose to keep it quiet in fear of other hunters becoming curious and sticking their nose where it didn't belong. Until the night you were forced to run from society. Your parents had come back from a bad hunt because your intel was incorrect. Even though you had double and triple checked like you always do, something had gone bad. They blamed you when they got back to the hotel. As you argued with them your anger grew. Not towards them but towards yourself for messing up and getting them hurt. The last thing you remember is the smell of sulfur and the look of fear on their faces. Then everything went black. As you came to your vision was blurry. To this day you vaguely remember seeing a man and hearing voices, but you convinced yourself it was your mind playing tricks on you to cover what really happened that night. You had killed your parents in a blind rage by whatever was inside you. That day you packed a bag and set out on your own in the woods. Away from society, away from police, and away from other hunters. You were more scared about running into other hunters than you were a mundane police officer.

You shook the thoughts from your head and doused the fire once the rabbit was fully cooked. After filling the hole with enough dirt to keep the fire out you climbed the cliff that provided the makeshift roof over your head to eat your dinner. It was peaceful here in the woods on your own. Most of the time you enjoyed being out here then you ever did being in society. There were plenty of resources and you had learned a lot of new survival skills along the way. Keeping warm with an animal hide was easier than you thought and you learned that making a knife out of animal bone was stronger and sharper than using rocks. As your meal came to an end you made your way back down to your hut. Once getting through the opening you moved the branches back in place to conceal yourself inside. As you settled into your makeshift bed you fell into a much needed deep sleep.

You woke the next morning well rested and ready for the day. The air had a chill to it so you opted to slip your old combat boots on. More often than not you went barefoot through the woods. It made it easier to stay quiet as you were hunting for food but you were still good at it even with your boots on. You started your day by doing some rounding through the woods and stopping at all six of your traps that you had set. You could just make out the sounds of the small town that was a few miles away. You would sneak into town occasionally to grab some essentials that the outdoors could not provide for you. You made sure to never stick around long and to spread out your visits over a long period of time so as not to raise suspicion. As you checked your sixth trap you had successfully caught 3 squirrels to eat. Making your way back to your hut for dinner you noticed that the sun had already begun to go down. As you started your second squirrel you heard a twig snap. You froze in place and focused on your hearing. More twigs snapping caught your attention and you could tell that it wasn't an animal walking through the woods. The steps were too careless and sloppy. Any predator would pick up on it and that would be the end. But the sound of voices made your stomach sink to the ground. No one came this far into the woods. You made sure of it before setting up your hut here. Quickly throwing dirt on your fire to snuff it out you grabbed one of your bone knives then stuffed it into the waistband of your pants and made your way through the woods to investigate. You had to know if it was just someone wondering or if it was a real threat. As you came closer you could smell blood and another scent that was horrid. As the wind blew it towards you your nose scrunched and you had to hold back vomiting your only meal of the day. But as soon as you smelled it you knew what it was, sulfur. Demons. Your heartbeat in your chest as you watched a group of dark figures stopped and two of them began digging a hole. As they finished they grabbed what you assumed was a dead body by the shape of the large object they threw into the hole. A third figure stood and watched as they filled the hole back up, then he pulled out a phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Yes sir he is taken care of." he paused as he listened to the other line, "Yes we will return immediately and give you the details."

His heartbeat was racing and you could smell the sweat on his body. Whoever was on the other line must be someone powerful if a demon is having this reaction from a simple phone call. You didn't want to find out who that person was anytime soon. As you stepped back to turn around a branch snapped under your foot. It was the loudest noise you had ever heard in your life, and you've shotguns for years. All of their attention turned in your general direction. As they made their way toward you, you spun and sprinted through the woods. You knew these woods like the back of your hand so it would be to your advantage. Your best chance was to head toward town as fast as you could and lose them there. As you began to make out the road that led to town you were struck on the back of the head by a heavy object. You stumbled forward and ate dirt as you came down. Touching the back of your head you brought your hand down and saw blood. Before you could stand and protect yourself a hand wrapped around your throat and you were slammed into a tree knocking the air out of your lungs. A searing pain near your hip brought your breath back but your scream was turned to a deep groan due to the hand around your throat.

"Well what do we have here boys?" The one holding you

asked his partners. When you looked up for the first time six pairs of black eyes were staring back at you.

"Looks like we have a witness." One of them said behind him.

"And we don't like witnesses". Said the one holding you.

The pain in your hip increases as you place your hand over it. There was something hard sticking out of your stomach and you felt something warm. As you brought your hand to your face you realized it was blood.

"Awe I'm sorry. Did we hurt you?" Asked the one holding you.

"Looks like a broken tree branch decided to help us with you." Said one of the two behind him.

You tried to say something but his hand made it sound like a slur of grumbles.

"What was that, I'm sorry I couldn't hear you." Said the one holding you.

'I'm going to kill you." You said with a bloody smile.

"How is a little maggot like you going to kill the likes of us?" He asked.

"A simple low life demon like you is nothing a girl can't handle."I replied.

“So you know dont you?” He said as he looked at his partners, “Doesn’t matter you’re outnumbered and no match for three demons.” He snickered.

“I like a challenge.” You purred right as you used both of your hands to snap his arm in half.

He wailed in pain as he dropped to one knee holding his now crooked arm. You landed on your feet and winced as the pain in your hip shot down your leg. As you grabbed for your bone knife one of the other demons lunged at you. You ducked under his arm and brought the knife up into his neck. As his eyes widened you sliced his neck and watched as his head rolled off of his shoulder and his body slumped to the ground.

“You may not be vamps but cutting your heads off works just as well.” You said as you dogged a few punches from the last viable demon left.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw the broken arm demon finally get up off of the ground and look at you with coal black eyes and rage on his face.

I took a deep breath in and held it for a few seconds before saying, “Shows over boys.”, and sprinted toward the road leading to town.

Blood oozed from your hip and was now soaking the top of your pants. As you continued to run your vision was going in and out. Once your feet hit the paved road you looked to your left and saw headlights. You ran towards the lights until your body couldn’t carry you anymore. You collapsed on the ground as you heard tires squealing and footsteps approaching you. A hand touched your shoulder and you flinched away and grabbed your knife again for defense.

“Hey it’s okay, we’re here to help.” A man’s voice spoke to you.

“Sam, we need to get her to a hospital.” Another deep voice spoke.

“No,” you croaked as you grabbed the hand on your shoulder, “no hospital”.

“Don’t you have a family that will be worried?” He asked.

“No family”, you mumbled, “all dead”.

That was the last thing you said before exhaustion took over and you slipped into unconsciousness.

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