Emily could feel her heart pounding like the beat of a conga drum as she was running through the Minnesota forest with James running by her side. The Cannibal family chasing after her, firing rifles for their feet. She could see the shots land into the ground and hear them just barely missing her head and going by her ear.
She could hear the fire of James's Colt M1911 as he returned fire. She was still surprised by his ability to keep up with her as they ran. After all the things that Family had done to him, she at the very least believed he would have trouble moving without feeling extreme pain or have his insides hurting with every step he made as they ran like the Runner of Marathon. Though he probably would not die of exhaustion after yelling "victory!"
She would not stop running for anything. If James had dropped to the ground or tripped she would go back to help him, but that was it.
The Family of Cannibal's were a new thing for Emily in her time as a profiler. She had read up on numerous serial killers like Jack the ripper, Ed Gein even H.H. Holmes. All had things in their crimes that helped the team build profiles and to find a way to locate and arrest them. This was different though, a whole Family, a group of killers who derived pleasure from the thrill of the hunt and kill.
Spencer once told her of a Family in Kansas called the Benders who lived and owned an Inn and a small general store, killing other people mostly travelers. But these people were more horrid, it was like meeting the real life version of the Texas chainsaw Massacre, only without the Texas part and the Leather Face and the chainsaw.
"For a Family of Hunters, they sure do suck at the shooting part of the hunt." James says, mocking their inability to get in a decent shot at them.
Suddenly a bullet grazes James on the left arm causing him to curse "Sumbitch!" before they make a turn in their run in the wilderness and taking cover behind a log.
"You think we lost them?" Emily hears James ask, and then she looks and sees him holding onto the graze on his arm as he breathed steadily. She then looks over reading her Glock 9mm as James checks his ammo. Then they both feel their hearts stop as they heard that voice, that god forsake awful voice. The voice of the one member who could have been the devil himself for all they knew.
"Come on now cousin. We finally get to meet face to face and this is how you do it? Beating my little sister up till she's out cold and then shooting uncle in the shoulder. Who does that? It's just not family like. I thought you understood Family like your dad did." He says.
Emily then looks to James, his face still having the look of shock and she asks in a hushed tone "How much to you got left?" and he replies "Three more in this magazine and my last one only."
This who situation turned into a real nightmare for the two of them. No back up. James friend were all back in town and so was Emily's team, if they were not hopelessly looking through the wilderness on foot. She may not have been a local, but she had seen this situation on cases and in horror movies enough times to know how it ends….someone dies and another is injured.