A/N
Hey everybody, I'm back. I didn't promise another story, but here's one anyway. Hope everybody enjoys it.
-Lex
NIGHTCRAWLER
Day 1:
Nightfall
A terrified howl ripped through the night, chilling the hunters despite the balmy humidity of the Iowa evening. There was another scream, like that of a woman in labor, followed by foliage being crushed and the gut-wrenching sound of flesh being tackled to the ground.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned around to see Chet's deep blue eyes, clouded with exhaustion and pain, staring deep into his.
"Go. Go help your brother." Heneedsyoumorethanwedo, were the unspoken words. "I'll cover you as best I can."
He glanced down at Chet's wounded leg, wondering if backup would do him any good at this point. They were dead, all of them. It was just a matter of time before the Nightcrawler killed them all. Maybe it would be better to go find his brother, die side by side like they always knew they would, and then let Chet and Donnie take their own last stand on their land, their terms, without the Winchesters there to louse up their luck. Donnie's lip trembled only slightly, hiding behind Chet and peering at him with the same soulful eyes as his older sibling. Mustruninthefamily.He mused carefully.
"Go." Chet gave him a kind, but firm shove toward the entrance of their temporary shelter, careful to avoid his injured shoulder. "We'll be fine. Your brother needs you."
He nodded, realizing that the silence was probably a very bad sign. Grabbing a flask and a sawed-off, he stuck his Glock into his belt and took off to find his wayward, most likely injured, brother.
Ha ha! Just a teaser, folks. Next chapter is in the works…it will start at the beginning of the story. But I hate a bunch of prelude stuff, so I'm gonna make sure all that researching crap is to the point, and then get on with the adventure.