Forest Pain Chapter One
Panda13216A pretty girl sat next to her boyfriend. They were sitting at around the edge of a cliff, romantic at the time. The stars twinkled in a perfect array of a cloudless night. The boy stretched his hand out around her shoulder. She brushed it off lightly.
"What's wrong Callie?" The boy asked, confusion showing in his whiskey brown eyes.
"Nothing Dale." Callie responded, resting her light blond hair on the boy's shoulder.
There was a crack heard distantly in the woods. Dale shot his head up, bumping Callie's. She gave him her look of annoyance, but glanced backwards at the swift movement in the trees. She raised her eyes at Dale as if he planned this.
"Callie? Let's go back to the car." Dale didn't really wait for an answer. He started walking down the dirt trail. He didn't even glance back at the short skirt following him.
"Dale?" Callie asked. She was looking nervously at the dense woods. There was a hand like thing moving toward them, she couldn't really make it out. Callie shook her head in disbelief.
Dale didn't answer. She could barely see the brown deer hide jacket he was wearing. The cracks of sticks became closer, as if something was trying to stalk them. She ran as fast as her red pumps would go, trying to catch the brown haired boy. She reached out with red nails, entwining her hand with his. The woods had become so thick, there was barely any moonlight shining through. There was another close crack of a branch. Callie twisted, her bright blue eyes shining in small moonlight. She released her hand, staring deeply into darkness.
There was a deep scream behind her. She turned back quickly, only to see her boyfriend being dragged into the vast darkness. There was a long nailed human hand dragging him back, his screams muffled by the agony of it. Callie couldn't believe it.
"Dale!"
Dean cruised in the Impala with Sam. His brother was nearly half asleep, which wasn't good for the reason they were on their way to a hunt in off the map Nevada. Sam didn't like the idea of being so far away from connection to society, but Dean thought it would be a pretty good idea to get out of town sometimes. They weren't really sure what they were hunting. They had been so caught up in keeping Sam awake for the last few nights there wasn't much time for researching. At least they knew it was a monster that lived in the woods. Quite vague, but it was something more than they had now.
Sam turned his head gingerly. His hair was fluffing into his lightly closed eyes. His hands were positioned on his leg and his feet were involuntarily bumping to the base in the car. Dean was tapping his fingers on the wheel, resisting the urge to sing in the car. This was mostly for fear of waking up his exhausted brother. Dean exhaled loudly. Sam popped his eyes open. He pulled his hair out of his eyes and began to focus on the world around him.
"Dean?" Sam asked. He was focusing on the mass amount of woods behind the protection of glass. "Where are we?" He must've been out of it; he mapped the way around forty times.
"Heading out of pinpointed Nevada." Dean answered calmly. He stopped tapping his fingers to increase his point.
"Humph." Sam replied. He didn't give much emotion. He twisted away from Dean, sighing. Dean could easily see his hazel-green eyes disappear behind his eyelids.
Dean continued to tap his fingers to the deep thump of the base. There were a few signs indicating the lodge they were staying at while doing this case. The signs simple said 'The Moose Camping College! Ten Miles Ahead!' Dean found it quite ironic it was called The Moose Camping College, but it was the only one in a twenty mile radius. The Impala purred loudly as Dean turned across a lane to enter the logged center.
He stopped the car in a parking spot close to the small two people room they rented. Probably so he could see his baby from the room. Dean set both of his feet on the poorly done concrete. Dean shut the door best he could without completely disturbing Sam. He walked around the Impalas bumper. The white lines were insanely weathered, and the grass was long from recently cut. Dean placed a hand under the passenger side door handle. He pulled it open, and ended up trying to pull Sam out of the car in the process. The youngest Winchester was quite heavy, though Dean still managed to haul him out of the car. Sam swayed slightly, before resting most of his weight on Dean. Dean stumbled, he was sure he was about to hit the so called parking lot. Sam supported himself, but it wasn't very well. He gripped Dean's shoulder as they walked into the lodge.
The reception room itself smelled of saw dust mixed with ashes from a grand fire in a corner. There were moose heads, bear heads, deer heads and other unrecognizable animals. One Dean could've sworn looked like a Jackalope. There were some handcrafted benches in front of the fire; the legs were worn with ashes. In the center of the room lied a reception desk made of stacked logs. The logs looked as if they were sawn in half. Behind the desk stood a thin black haired lady. She had dark skin and wore an olive green Tee-Shirt with the words 'Moose Staff' on it. She waved politely but behind the fake grin she was wearing, you could easily see how much she hated her job. Dean hobbled over with Sam's long arms perched on his shoulder. She furrowed his eyebrows covering up dark brown eyes.
"May I help you?" She asked, her fake smile returning. It was so wide; you could see the small bit of plaque on her upper gum.
"Uh yeah…" Dean paused to search her shirt for a nametag. "Mandy?"
"Yes. What can I do for you?" She flipped her short black hair over her shoulder. Even from a distance of three feet, it was clear she had very thick hair.
"I called in a room…" Dean had to pause once more to think. "Room 12."
"Oh okay." She turned around, searching for the keys to that certain room. The back of her arm had a tattoo of a ripped heart. It was well done, but Dean personally wanted to know if it stood for anything important.
Mandy turned to face them once more, sliding the keys gracefully across the polished wood. Up close she had dark freckles lining her cheek bone. Dean hoisted Sam back up on his shoulders, trying to keep the tuckered out giant on his body.
"I can't help but wonder…" Dean began, trying to evade her deep eyes. "What does your tattoo stand for?"
Mandy blushed heavily before answering. "I often get asked that question, but I never answer-"
"Oh that's okay." Dean interrupted her. She hushed him and continued.
"But you look like you'd understand. You see in these very woods," She leaned in closer and turned to a hushed voice. "My husband was killed late night on a cliff." She sniffed and continued. "A thing grabbed him. I told the police it was a wolf but-bu-" Mandy broke out in tears, pressing her well manicured hands over her nice eyes.
This was Sam's sort of situation, not Deans. Dean gripped the key tightly and stepped into the hallway labeled guest-rooms. The hallway was lined with green carpeting and sanded walls. The doors were made of solid oak; that was obvious. He walked into their room. The room smelt as the rest of the place did, of freshly cut oak. The beds had neat quilts with the imprint of a moose on them. The walls had the heads of animals on them, just as the reception room. There was an old T.V in the center, turned to a nature channel. There was also a wooden desk with a table lamp on it. The seat itself looked risky, with a moose cushion on it.
"They really go out with their name, don't they Sammy?" Dean wasn't expecting an answer for the reason that Sam had slumped into him while talking to Mandy.
Dean laid his little brother on the bed closest to the modern bathroom. Sam peacefully rolled up in satisfaction to his new surroundings. The quilts art made a small print on his bare arm, for once he had his sleeves rolled up. Dean went over to the vomit green curtains and shut them, trying to block out the light for Sam's happiness. He sat down on the soft cushion of the rickety chair. To his surprise it held fast to his weight.
Dean leaned back in the chair, letting the back to legs support him. It was best to get on Sam's laptop. He slipped it out of his brothers' bag, and then continued back to the horribly sanded desk. If anything would describe this place well, it was crappy. He flipped open the laptop lid to find where Sam was searching about other cases. He went to Google, and typed in 'Nevada Deaths' then entered search. Only one convincing article came up and Dean clicked it with no doubt.
Tragic Death in off road Nevada
On May 13th, 2015 a girl lost her boyfriend to a creature. She described the creature with long fingernails, tall, and bony. The Nevada Police Department expects shock, we are classifying the creature she described as a wolf. There is the possibility of a murderer, so we are doing full on investigations of people in the surrounding area. Here are the terrified girl (Callie Monet) words.
"It was insane! It was loud and scary. It was also huge, with long finger nails that broke Dales deer hide jacket. I sprinted for my life after I saw it drag him into the woods. It made a loud screeching sound as I darted into my red Ferrari and drove off to Main Street."
Those were Callie Monet's words. There is no need to be alarmed, just try to stay in town until the investigation is complete. The boy (Dale Cariot) has not yet been found. There are no signs of him yet but a small rip of his jacket with dried blood on it. Again, we advise you stay indoors or out of the woods for now. The Cariot Family (Katie Cariot and Jack Caroit) are offering one hundred dollars in reward for any information to help in the finding of Dale.
Dean kept the page open as he shut the laptop, pressing his fingers to his forehead. He knew what they were dealing with, yet he didn't want it to be that. Those were just so hard to kill, never the less easy when police are on the case.
"Sammy?" Sam tilted his head in respond his name. "I think we have a Wendigo on our hands."
A/N Hey guys! Thanks for reading my first chapter of Forest Pain. This is my first chapter book, so I advise you to be afraid! I'm not very good at keeping interest on a topic, but I'll try to finish soon! Maybe a chapter every two to four days? Once again, I thank y'all for reading! –Panda 3
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