This is my first time doing a horror fan fiction and first time writing about Mick Taylor, so way out of my comfort zone. I'm hoping I'm doing him justice and keeping him in character. Hope you all enjoy my first chapter. I think we need more Wolf Creek fan fictions out there. Due to a very helpful review that had a very good point I've now edited the ending of this chapter, thank you for the help.
Sophie clawed at the baking hot dry dirt road as she crawled to get away. The dirt and gravel scrapped up her knees as she scrambled to get free. Her retreat soon came to a halt as she was pulled back by the back of her denim shorts, claw marks were left behind as she dug her nails into the ground as she was being pulled back causing her nails to be filled with sand and dirt. She turned round onto her back and rested on her elbows looking at her attackers with a face that looked like a rabbit caught in car headlights.
"Please, please don't hurt me" she sobbed, begging for her life, tears stained her red hot flushed face. Her attackers all middle aged men with a dark tan their skin damaged from sun exposure, their hair defiantly showing their age with patches of grey, eyes evil and plotting and yet they had the smile of the devil. A mocking and humorous smile that showed they took delight in their actions and that they actually found her pleas for mercy amusing.
"Calm down Sheila it's not us you should be worried about, our mate should be here soon then you can be worried" The man smirked. "Now sit there and don't move, your knee caps are of no importance to me but I'm sure you've grown very attached to them" His macabre joke was followed by a wicked laugh from the pit of his stomach. Then all went silent, Sophie assumed they couldn't start their "fun" until their mate arrived. The silence of the outback was broken by the rumbling sound of a vehicle driving down the dirt road. Sophie squinted into the distance at the blue/grey truck heading her way.
The truck screeched to a halt, the wheels kicked up dirt and sand behind it as it stopped. A pair of brown boots hit the ground with a thud as a man got out and slammed the door behind him. Carrying a rifle and wearing a red chequered shirt and a stereotypical brown Australian hat, the man slowly walked towards them, the dirt road gave an eerie crunching sound under his feet as he walked. Sophie was unsure of this man, was he her rescuer or was he the man that would come to do more damage, she wasn't sure but either way she was damned if she didn't make a run for him and she was damned if she did. If he was her rescuer making a break for him would increase her chances of survival, if he wasn't then she would still just be in the same situation as she was going to be in anyway.
Quickly she got to her feet and made a break for the middle aged man with the rifle, the others grabbed frantically to try and grab her but missed. Close to the man she tripped and fell to her knees, she scrambled on her hands and knees across the remaining distance between them sobbing loudly. She grabbed on the man's trouser legs with her head bowed, almost praying to him and then lifted her head and looked at him with big pleading blue eyes.
"Help me, help me please, I'm being attacked" The man with the rifle looked down at her, his face filled with shock and surprise.
This woman was Australian.
The man said nothing and shook his trousers out of the woman's grasp and walked up to the man.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're playing at?" The man growled in a thick Australian accent. Her hope soared as she realised he was her rescuer she couldn't believe her luck.
"Ah Mick there ya are mate, we'd been waiting so long we was gonna play with this little thing without ya" Her hope suddenly came crashing down like a ton of bricks; this was the bloke the gang had been waiting for. This was the man she should be scared of.
"What are ya sick or something? Girlie here's Australian, you know the rules"
"I know, I know" One of the men said in a fed up irritated tone, Sophie had guessed he'd been given this lecture before. "But this pretty little thing was too good an opportunity to let go, thought I'd play with her anyway" He continued. Sophie just knelt silently on the floor, head down not moving listing to the men's discussion.
"Yeah well, games over mates, this one isn't for playing with" He demanded. One of the men reached into his back pocket and pulled out a standard pistol.
"Butt out mate we're gonna play with her with or without your approval" Sophie could tell the men were scared of Mick but they were willing to risk all to fight for the prize they had won.
"Well that wouldn't be gentlemanly of me now would it" Mick said mockingly. Mick didn't have time to react before a bullet was fired and went whizzing through the air and lodged into the top of his muscular shoulder. Sophie gave a quiet squeak in surprise she couldn't believe Mick had just been shot by a member of his own gang.
Mick looked down at his arm and touched the bloody hole where the bullet entered; his facial expression didn't look bothered by the wound he looked angrier about the face that one of the men had dared to shoot him.
"You bloody bastard, think you can just shoot me aye?" Mick raises his rifle to eye level getting the sites on the man with the gun. Suddenly a rifle round went flying through the air, the man with the pistol didn't have time to react before his head exploded like an orange with the force of the bullet. Blood spattered like a paint ball over his gangs faces. They looked disgusted and frantically tried to wipe the blood off their faces, heaving as they did so. Mick lowered his rifle.
"Now listen hear mates, I'm giving you five seconds get in your shit hole of a truck and get the hell out of here"
The men looked like they were going to protest and argue but with the look of thunder on Mick's face and his rifle set in their direction they took it as their cue to leave. Swearing and mumbling under their breath the men got into their truck and sped off, kicking a load of dust behind them. Mick turned around after watching them drive into the distance and walked towards Sophie.
"Come on girlie let's get you home" He said walking past her and getting into the truck. Sophie didn't dare move, she was unsure what to do, he was the leader she knew that so she could be getting into something more dangerous, but he did just rescue her from her attackers. So she knelt there still on the ground thinking of her options.
"Oi girlie don't make me say it twice" He called out, sticking his head out of the truck window. She sighed and shrugged. She would have been in danger if he hadn't been there, she could still be in danger with him there, but he had saved her from one danger.
What did she have to lose?