Section 3

Eve's eyes were wide, green orbs that night as her camp slept, peacefully snoring in their dreams. Despite the protests of Geoff, she had left most of her guns in the plane, only taking Bessy Lou and Crawford with her. But she had left them in their box, out of harm's way and out of her temptation as she waited for the beast.

No, waited was the wrong word. Anticipated. Hoped. Eve decided on hope, liking the way it sounded. She hoped the monster would appear, searching for a meal. Eve wanted it to come, to be killed. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and she took a deep breath in, praying it would work to calm her nerves.

Then she saw him. From the mist that surrounded the camp crept the figure of a man, a creature that belonged in the deepest pits of hell. Alfred hadn't lied when he'd spoken of the monster. It looked like a tall, hairy man, but upon closer inspection, she saw the jacket of hair and fur. The jacket ended at his elbows, revealing that his forearms were covered in a thick, white fur that ended in 5 thick claws, completely bloodstained. On his forehead sat one long horn, pointed at the end and covered in blood too. Eve pulled a face as she caught a whiff of him. He smelled of death and slime, a foul aroma when mixed together.

But she sat still, watching this slow moving creature as he stalked the camp, going to the one of the heavier set men. In one swift move, he snapped the sleeper's neck, and baring his blackened teeth, he sunk them into the victim.

Eve watched in horrified fascination as he finished his gruesome meal with a final snap of his great teeth. Turning slowly, he began to hone in on his next victim, holding a giant claw over his head, ready to smash into his next prey.

With a crash, Eve jumped up, blasting into the monster. He let out a roar, unhappy his grizzly meal was disturbed as this attacker forced him away from the delicious smelling meat around him.

Eve latched onto the beast's arm, pulling him away from the camp and deeper into the woods and away from help. Finally, she got him into a clearing far enough away and released him, automatically sinking into an aggressive crouch, ready to attack. However, with a potential threat and no food to be found, her enemy had other plans. Only intent on finding another meal, he began to slink back into the shadows of the woods.

In a flash, Eve tackled the monster. Though she was nowhere near as strong as the creature, her quick reflexes saved her as they grappled on the ground.

There was a shot, and Eve gasped slightly as a bullet sliced slightly through her arm, aimed for the beast's heart, and she turned slightly, ready to yell angrily at whoever took the shot as the beast died, but to her astonishment, the bullet blasted away from the creature, who caught Eve by surprise and threw her across the clearing.

She landed on her feet, but the beast had begun its next attack. Charging her with a roar, it sprinted at her. As fast as lightning, Eve dodged him easily, then threw herself at his back, forcing him to the ground. He thrashed, trying to throw her, and Eve grabbed his arm and pulled with all her might just as he tried to yank it free of her grip.

The pressure was too much for the creature's poor shoulder, and there was a horrible ripping noise as the monster screamed in pain before slumping to the ground and lying still as his arm separated from his body.

Eve stood there, heaving slightly as a roar from the surrounding woods sounded, and her soldiers swarmed her, grinning and cheering for their fearless leader. Eve smiled, taking the praise and congratulations in stride. However, when she turned to the body of the monster to cut off its head for Alfred, Eve realized the beast had enough strength in him to run from her and flee to his home. Worried that he would live on to torment another soul, Eve led her followers after it, this time all armed to the teeth and awake. They tracked after the monster well into the night and next day, where the trail of blood ended in a dark green, murky pit of water.