Summary:A trained killer is released onto the world. He knows nothing but death and the art of torture. He is found by hunters in the forest. They attack and he does the only thing he knows how to do. One of them gets away and the whole town is freaking out about this 'serial killer' that was found in the forest. Bella is hanging out with her best friend Jacob going for a hike when they hear something, they get scared and turn back. Bella swears she saw someone out there and returns alone to investigate. What will happen when she finds the killer? A/H and probably OOC. E/B.
A/N: Okay so this is my first fan fic and i know that it might totally suck. Constructive critisism is always welcome. Also I may not be able to update as much as some authors do because of school and everything. Please tell me what you think. Should I continue this story or let it drop? Happy readings!
EPOV
"Everyone is evil, my dearest edward. They all deserve to die. I am the only one you can trust my boy. I tell it straight. I will always tell you like it is." I had heard this promise from my father of sorts every day for my entire life. He was the only one who hadn't let me down. The only one who had kept his promise. The only one that loved me.
He's dead now. They came and got him. He always told me that if anything ever happened to him, that I should get out and do my best to take care of myself. He said he knew I'd do him right, that he taught me well.
I ran when I saw them coming towards him and shooting him. I ran until my legs wouldn't carry me any farther. After about two days of running I came across this highway. I started walking on the side of the road hoping that someone would offer me a ride. My legs were tired and I hadn't eaten in three days. I didn't have time to eat the day he was killed.
This highway seemed like it was pretty much abandoned. I only saw one car in the first few hours and they had sped up as soon as they saw me. I didn't expect anyone to be nice. I knew better than to expect that. I just thought someone would have a sudden burst of sympathy or stupidity and offer me a ride. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I'd get there a heck of a lot faster in a car.
I finally decided that it was useless to wait for someone to come along on this rode and decided that I'd have better luck out in the forest. I was trained in survival. How hard could this be? My rite of passage had been to survive two weeks out in the forest, and I was only eleven. I would definately be more in my element out there.
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Surviving in the forest wasn't nearly as easy as I had thought. The only things I had on me were a small dagger, a lighter, a paper clip and a rubber band. Sure, I could kill a man five hundred different ways with these items, but I had no idea what to do with them in terms of survival. I suddenly realized that the two week survival test in the forest was a whole lot easier than this. First off, I had a fair amount of supplies, including a handbook telling me which plants were eible and which ones could be used to make a bomb(My father had writen the book himself, which also made it a lot harder to match the plants with his descriptions). Also, I had grown up in that forest, I knew every tree, every rock, and every stream that ran through that property. Now, I was in a foreign place, with no food, no water, and no idea where the heck I was.
At some points I was even pretty sure that I was traveling in circles, but I didn't know this place well enough to be able to tell if that was true or if it was just me panicking. I quickly tried to calm down and make sure i didn't panic. That was one of the rules. There was quite a list of them and I knew them all by heart. Rule number one: never panic. Rule number two: always carry a knife. Rule number three: don't trust anyone, especially if they have a gun. Rule number five: always carry an inconspicuous back up weapon. Those were the main rules. They got more specific as they went on and determined how to fight and the easiest way to kill. I made sure I had followed all of the rules. Don't panic? Check. Knife? Check. Don't trust? Well there was nobody aroud so, check. Inconspicuous backup? Check, in the form of a paper clip.
The main thing that HE used to always tell me was: "No matter if you forget everything else I have taught you, never forget this. When in doubt, follow your instincts. You have always had amazing instincts and I know that that will do you well in the future."
My human half checked out as if I was going in for a job, and I gave way to the monster. He always did have a way with keeping us alive. The last conscious thought I had was 'Is that a fire?' and then my mind went blank.
Hunters' POV
"What was that noise? Did you hear that?" Bill was always overly paranoid on our hunting trips, especially scince there was talk of some bear that had been around. The funny thing is nobody has actually seen this bear, they just claim that they heard him in the woods and had seen glimpses of him.
"Don't worry about it Bill. You know all those hunters are liars. I bet you it's a deer they saw." I said, laughing. But then my laughter cut short. I heard something. It sounded like the russling of leaves and gentle snapping of twigs.
"John, are you okay?" I shook my head and signaled for him to grab his gun. We crept out into the night searching for whatever creature had made that sound.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere this loud thwak sounded through the forest. I spun around in that direction and started quietly edging my way towards where the sound had come from. Bill was just about shaking with fear at this point. He had always gotten nervous on these camp out hunting trips. Then another thwak sounded nearby and Bill fired. In his panic, he missed by a long shot, shooting about five feet off of the direction the sound was coming from.
The russling we heard earlier stopped, and the entire forest seemed to go silent at the sound of the gun. The next thing I saw was a young boy, maybe in his late teens, coming towards us. I was momentarily relieved. That is, until I saw his face. He had this look of pure hatred and rage, his teeth were barred and he was growling like a mad dog. I quietly put my gun down and started to back away. I pleaded to Bill with my eyes to follow my lead. He was so paniced and scared that he dropped the gun and a round went off.
The boy darted forward with amazing speed and grabbed Bill by the collar. I tried to tell him that Bill hadn't meant to hurt him but he just glared at me and put me down with a side kick. The world went momentarily black. I had the strangest dream. I could hear someone muttering in the background and I could hear Bill's faint pleas to spare him. My eyes fluttered open and I saw the kid move gracefully towards Bill and snap his neck with one swift movement. The blackness surrounded me again, and I prayed for a different, less fightening dream to overwhelm me.
I awoke to a briliant light shining in my eyes. I slowly stood and found that my head, back, and abdomen still hurt. I couldn't quite remember what had made it hurt but I knew that something bad had happened. I turned to take in my surroundings and nearly doubled over with nausia. Bill's lifeless body lay limp against the trunk of a tree about ten feet away from me. His neck and arm were both bent at impossible angles and he had a large bruise across his face.
The events of last night came flooding back to me and I suddenly went light headed again. I stumbled back to our campsite and dug around for my cell phone.
"Forks police, Chief Swan speaking."
"Hello? Chief Swan? Um, I'd like to report a murder."
EPOV
I came partially back into consciousness. I knew there was something wrong, that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't seem to get a grip on anything. I vaguely remember seeing a man in a flannel shirt. He seemed to be pushed up against a tree. My human side wanted to go out and help him. But the monster whispered sweet nothings and put that side to rest with a promise that he would take care of everything. I silently drifted back into the darkness and let the sweet ignorance wash over me.
The next thing I knew, the man I had seen before was lying at an awkward angle against a tree. There was another man, about ten feet away that seemed to be unconscious. I turned and ran, desperate to get away from whatever had done this. The monster smiled sweetly and silenced my thoughts with whispers of ignorant bliss.