Title: How To Hunt A Hunter
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue
Warnings: Character deaths (not any of the imporatant ones), violence
-Z-
You were the hunters. You were the hunters. You were the hunters, dammit!
"If you hurt my brother, I'll kill you, I swear! I'll kill you all. I will kill you all!"
Well, the boy should be happy, you think, his brother escaped. He was nothing but prey in your eyes - in your sons' eyes. But when you couldn't find him in the barn, you and your boys fanned out into the woods, the sound of leaves crunching under your feet barely audible.
That was when the whispers started.
"You tried to hurt my brother." The man you thought had been tied to a chair appeared in front of you but before you could pull the trigger, he disappears. "You're a dead man."
The one that was in the cage had been wounded, you saw Lenny shoot him in the shoulder yourself, but then you saw his form ghost between two trees, eyes glancing up and tearing through you.
"Thought you could get rid of me?" his voice whispers in your head.
The crisp leaves like shattering glass underneath your footsteps. A sudden shout and you turn around; one of your boys is on the ground, writhing in pain.
"What happened!" you demand as you run toward him. You barely have time to register the fwew before you collapse, an arrow implanted in your thigh.
"You almost killed Sammy," says a voice against your ear. You jerk around and come face-to-face with - thin air.
"Leave us alone!" you shout, you beg; you know when to recognize when you're the prey, your world is beginning to darken.
"I think not," says the voice.
And then everything goes black.
-Z-
You're in the woods. Everything is blurry. The rage is building in your throat and you can't remember why.
"We're the hunters!" you shout, the echo resounding through the trees. "You're nothing but boys! we're the hunters! I'm the hunter!"
Suddenly the shorter, older boy is standing before you. You can't see anything except hazel eyes and a fury blazing like a blizzard.
"I'm the-" you never get the chance to finish your sentence as a streak of flesh crosses your vision and then the whole world darkens once more.
-Z-
When you wake up again, you're in a hospital bed, chained to the railing.
"So good to see you alive," smiles a elderly man in a long white coat. He glances at the machines, scribbles something down on a clipboard, and then scuttles out of the room. You want to call him back, to ask him where your sons are. Then there's a pain in your leg and you try to cry out, but your voice isn't working.
"Welcome back," drawls a familiar voice. You flinch uncontrollably and look over and see two men facing the only window, silhouetted by sunlight, you recognize them instantly.
"Woulda been a shame if I'd ended up killing you," smiles the taller one, you cringe back in fear.
"Wh-who are you?" you demand, trying not to allow too much fear into your rapsing voice.
"No need for us to know each other's names," the blond one smirks, he's suddenly coming toward you, confidence in his walk, his head held high as he glares down at you, there is no laughter, no sarcasm in his voice when he begins to talk. "You better be thanking your lucky stars, hillbilly; because if it weren't for my little brother, you and your whole family would've been dead a long time ago."
"My boys are alive?"
"Actually," the tall one is looking at his watch. "Three, two, one. Nope, not anymore."
There was a suddenly flurry of activity outside the door; you hear voices raised and orders shouted out.
"Who are you?" you ask again.
"Us?" the blond man shakes his head as if carefully considering his answer. They start to leave. "We're the Hunters," he says as the door swings shut behind him, they never looked back.
Your world goes black.
You're still waiting to wake up.
-Z-