Can't Find the Words
Madison, Wisconsin:
The rain was pouring on the black asphalt. The only lights that lit the street were the moon and the street lamps. I stood on top of the roof in my black combat boots and black trench coat scanning, hawk-like, at the ground below. This is my job. My passion. This is why I live. As I am scanning for my target, I hear a sound. The sound of trash cans crashing, the sound of scattering, panic, and escape. I sprinted as fast I could. Jumping rooftop after rooftop, gun in hand. I ran towards the sound to find what looked like two men killing my target, the vampire. I looked on unamused with a scowl on my face, because of the fact that that target was mine. One of the men was like a giant and had long hair that came to a stop at his broad shoulders. The other, shorter than his companion, and with short hair. The shorter one seemed like the leader of the two and had a tough but broken look to him. The other seemed gentle and kind but also-dangerous and also broken. He could inflict serious damage if he wanted to. Were they lovers? Friends? Brothers? They looked as if they were always fighting some sort of battle.
They both smiled and laughed at each other as they got into their Chevy Impala. That car was the most beautiful car I have ever seen. It was as black as night. It looked as it has seen everywhere but had come and gone as the wind. It appeared noticeably, but people never thought twice about it. I smiled at them. I tried to observe as much about them as possible, how an old friend taught me too. That's a different story I will save for later.
As they drove away I quickly glanced at their license plate. I was left standing on the rooftop in the pouring rain. "Until we meet again," I smirked. I slipped out of sight leaving no trace. At that point I knew that this was going to be one hell of an adventure.
I came to my abode by my own means of transportation. My home is not much really, an abandoned, one story warehouse. The rain had stopped. The only light is the streetlamp light coming in from a medium size window. I sat on the rafter thinking of what I witnessed. "I wonder where they've been. No, Nat! You said to never get involved with hunters. All they do is shoot first, ask questions never! They wouldn't understand you."
I realized I care more about adventure and excitement than this place. It is the same boring thing after another. You get a job killing a monster. You complete the job, and you come back here. I have to find them.
"Screw this! I'm finding those men no matter how long it takes me!" I thought aloud. Don't confuse my interest in them with crushing on them, I'm a lesbian after all. I grabbed my duffle bag and ran. All I could do is run. I wouldn't stop until I found them. I searched every parking lot for that Impala. I couldn't miss it. At last I found it! I arrived at the motel. I calmly but cautiously walked up to the car. I looked inside to see hamburger wrappers all over the dashboard. I smirked and stalked up to the window of the rooms. I looked through the crack in the curtain. I saw the same men holding a bottle of beer in hand. They were laughing without a care in the world. I miss days like that, when I could laugh with my family and friends. I smiled a warm smile as it reminded me of my past.
I climbed up a tree near the car, so I could see when they leave. I'm a light sleeper, so if they leave during the night I can catch up with them.
I fell asleep just as fast as I had gotten up in the tree. I heard an engine running. I saw the Impala driving off in the still dark night. I could see the dark was gradually getting lighter by the minute. The dark was turning into a grayish dull orange. I jumped off of the limb I had been sleeping on and yet again, I ran. I stayed out of sight and out of the road. You'd be surprised how long and how fast I can run. I am carried a sixty to seventy pound duffle bag on my back. I ran through day and night. How long could the driver of that car stay awake? What is his fuel? I too ran as long as the car was in motion. I am physically capable though.
The car finally stopped at another motel, but this time in Louisville, Kentucky. I waited to make sure they were staying for at least a week. I watched them through the trees, make their way to the check in desk. The door was open, as it was springtime, so I could hear every word.
"Hello, I'm Ken and this is Jack," the shorter man gestured to his tall companion. "We need a room for about one to maybe- two weeks."
"Ken? Jack? So these are their names I assume." I thought to myself.
The two men nodded at the manager in a thank you. They got their duffle bags out of the trunk and made their way to the room. I heard them talking on their way.
"So, what are we dealing with?" Ken asked Jack.
"There have been deaths in this area. 'Animal' attacks, but the animal is eating its victims' hearts."
"Werewolf?"
"Maybe, could be a skinwalker though."
"Let's check it out tomorrow."
After I heard what I may be up against I left to look for a temporary home. After many hours of searching I found an abandoned warehouse that had my name on it. It looked identical to the last home I had. I went back and checked on the boys to make sure they were staying. I looked through their window. They were talking and drinking beer. Do they do this every night, when they're not driving? I ran quickly back to my house and tried to get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a big day! I smiled and closed my eyes. Next thing I was blinded by the sunlight coming through the window. I got up and ran to their motel. Thankfully they hadn't left yet. I got there just as they were leaving to go to the murder site. Again I ran, as that is my only way of transportation. Just then they stopped at a Burger King and got out of their car. This must have be the murder site.
They confidently walked up in their professional suits and badges. "We're with the FBI. I'm agent Wilson and this is agent Locke." Ken gestured to Jack.
"Hello agents. The name's Rick. We've got a dead man. Heart ripped out and- eaten. Six foot, brown hair, has a wife, and a newborn girl." Officer Rick said looking at the gruesome, lifeless corpse.
"Thanks we'll take it from here." Ken said.
The police officer walked away in a satisfied strut. He felt so confident to not be called an idiot by FBI agents again. While the hunters conversed, I thought I would conduct my own investigation.