''INFERNO''
CH.1 BAD DAY IN UTAH
''You goddamn son of a...'' But before she had the time to finish her sentence, Cain was thrown across the room by ... well actually she didn't know by what. The ''thing'' as she came to call it was like nothing she had ever seen before. First of all, she couldn't see it. Then there was the fact that it seemed to be everywhere all at once. Her back hit the wall with such force that it knocked the air out of her lungs. She fell on the floor and did not move for a couple of seconds until she felt able to breathe again.
Her long brown hair were blocking her view of the room so she pushed them away from her face. The room seemed empty but she knew that the... ''thing'' was still in there. She got up and took a good look around. Her shotgun was still on the dirty floor a couple of meters away from her but she did not pick it up because obviously it was useless. She had shot at the ''thing'' five times without any result because it was not actually corporeal.
Her dark green eyes were scanning the room and she was standing still, listening for a small clue as to where the ''thing'' was in the house.
As she continued to listen, she realised that the sun was coming up from behind the curtains. The light began filling the room and she could she all the dust through the little rays of light.
She picked up her shotgun and walked out of the room, through the hallway and out the front door. Without turning around Cain slammed the door as hard has she could and walked down the steps and down the little pathway leading to the a great black gate where she had parked her car. She popped the trunk of her white Nissan Skyline and shoved the shotgun in with the rest of her arsenal. She went around the car and got in the driver seat on the right.
It was the 3rd night that Cain was spending in that old, disgusting, bad smelling, hunted house trying to kill the ''thing'' that was hunting it. It was only acting during the night and she still had not found a way to stop it.
Cain was now 23 and had been hunting since she turned 18. She didn't really have any family. They never had gotten along and when she learned about all the ''supernatural'' stuff she finally decided that it was time to leave home and do something of her life which in her case meant hunting. She knew a lot about what was out there but this ''thing'' was getting her very frustrated. She had come all the way to Utah after hearing about three disapperances that happened. The victims had all gone inside that house and never came back. Cain had spent days at the library looking through tons of records and death certificates but nothing indicated that something ever happened in that house except the three people that vanished in the last 2 weeks. If she hadn't experienced the ''thing'' firsthand, she would have said that this was all a big prank. But now, she was facing a dead end.
She let out a long sigh and tried to think of nothing. She found in the last three days that this helped a lot to prevent rage blackouts which she was more and more prone to as the days went on. Cain turned the key in the ignition and drove out of the pathway and unto the highway.
15 minutes later she turned left in the parking lot of the Passing Through motel where she had rented a room. She went in her room and went directly to the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror she sighed again. She had a cut just above her left eyebrow that had bled all the way down to her nose. Cain stripped off her clothes and stepped in the shower. She let the hot water fall on her hair and she could feel the little cuts on her face and arms starting to sting at the touch of the water.
Cain let out another sigh (which she seemed to do a lot these days) and started thinking about what to do next. The thing is, she didn't know what the hell to do. Hunting had always been her life and it was very lonely. She would have given anything right at this moment for a little help but it's not like she could put an ad in the local journal saying: ''HUNTER LOOKING FOR PARTNER TO KILL DEMONS, SPIRITS AND ALL THAT APPLIES. PAY: CRAPPY, HOURS: CRAPPY, LIFE EXPECTANCY: SHORT. PLEASE CALL 555-1208.''
Besides most of the hunters that she had met were total creeps.
Cain decided to get a couple of hours of sleep before continuing to work on the hunt. She put on her underwear and slipped into bed. She fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.