Notes:

So as the description says. Its MK's POV.

The Event's that led up to MK contacting Stiles, Outside POV:

A man lost his wife to a wendigo while hiking. He knew whatever took his girl was no human nor wild animal. The police never found the body of his wife or the other person he mentioned hearing. It's what separates him from his wife in the first place. He could hear the sounds of a woman crying, well more like screaming. She was screaming for help, clear as day. But when he took his small pistol and told his wife to hide, he found he was alone. The screaming cut off. He had thought maybe she was being attacked by a bear, but his trek became less and less fruitful he thought maybe some kids were playing tricks. So he walked back in the direction of his wife. He hears a muffled scream and runs.

Just the one thought rushing through his head, Make it in time! Over and over like a mantra. However when he gets to the curve where he last saw his wife he sees... well, it's no man nor animal. But it's dragging his wife by the arm up a tree. It looks human yet so beastly. He aims a shot, he trusts his aim and takes a shot. The beast screeches but receives further up not dropping his wife. The man yells. Screams at the monster to let her go but it's too late. The monster disappears off into another tree and then it darts so fast he loses sight, into the foliage around him. The man stumbles and falls to his knees. He keeps mumbling,

"no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no."

In a silent whisper. He scrambles to where his wife was just standing. Looking at the ground, he sees a pendant. One his wife always wore. He would always ask what the photo was inside, but she said it was a regret she made a long time ago. So she never opened it in front of him. But there it was sitting on the ground staring him in the face. He lifts it and sees a smudge of blood. That's when the tears roll. Hot, wet tears were streaming from his eyes. His wife was gone, she was taken from him, by a monster. I mean that's the only way to describe it. It was a man yet too tall and far from gangly. He had animalistic claws and fangs, and those eyes god those eyes. Like the eyes of a tiger but far hungrier. The hunger he could feel coming off the beast did not bode well for the thoughts of what might be or already happening to his wife.

Mk POV of the same few days:

I start to research, through back channels and mostly Wikipedia. And I stumbled across the supernatural. Of course, I thought that it was all made up, there's no way he thought... but what I saw was explained no other way. I then found this weird online form thingy, at first I thought it was just a bullshit site for kids to goof around on, maybe even hook up. But I soon found one page that obviously stood apart from the rest. It had tons of "supernatural creatures" listed. But instead of pictures of movies stars who sparkle, there were actual facts. Or at least what I assumed to be facts. It looked pretty legit, but to believe it all was still hard. But with every nightmare that showed the hike over and over again, I pushed myself to read it all.

But after I looked through the whole page I growled in frustration. My monster wasn't there. There was werewolves, vampires, ghost, tulpas, even the freaking boogeyman for fuck's sake. After punching something in frustration of wasting time. I messaged the guy or girl who owns the page. I'm not sure with the username. It could be either.

MK: I was wondering if you could identify something for me. It's not on your page, but I thought since you know so much maybe you'd have heard of it.

A few hours later I hear a ding on my desktop. I walk over with some food I was eating. I sit down and click the message bubble.

LilRed: Oh sure! If you don't have the name just give me a few descriptions and I'll see what I can do.

MK: It mimics human screams. It's long and humanoid but has claws and fangs. And it can lift a human up a tree. It also is very fast. That's all I got.

LilRed: Well... that's descriptively horrible to picture. Okay, that should be a good start I'll see what I can dig up, it might take me a bit because want to be sure it's what I think it is. I'll check some sources I have and get back to you.

MK: Thank you.

I look at the screen. This was the right choice. Even if it is a fake account it will do more than the police hounding me for questions. They think I would kill my wife. Those bastards, they sit on their asses accusing me while my wife is still out there, dead or alive... I will do something about it. This is going to be a rescue mission or a revenge mission. Either way, I will go back in that forest and that monster will not be alive to take anyone else. If it's the last thing I do.

LilRed doesn't contact me for 3 days. Those days are spent cleaning out my old hunting weapons. And getting questioned by one cop who's convinced I did it. However, as a saving grace, the sheriff thinks it's a wild animal so I'm off the hook currently. My wife's sister visits. I didn't expect it to go okay, but getting slapped in the face a few times then getting pushed and beaten so hard a neighbor called the police. I blamed myself enough to let it happen. I know what she's going through I lost my brother when I was five. He had drowned. And now I lost my wife. I don't even get a body for either of them. Maybe I'm just cursed.

So in my self-wallowing and guilt, I get a blip on my desktop. A new message icon pops up. I click it. It seems LilRed found something.

LilRed: Hey, sorry for the delay. I had a problem getting in contact with some people, but don't worry I found some stuff out and I think I have your monster's name.

MK: No problem, and really?

LilRed: Yeah it didn't take too long. A friend of mine, he had confirmed some things that I wasn't too sure on, and I've reached a conclusion. It's called a Wendigo.

MK: A wendigo... it sounds foreign.

LilRed: Yep, the myth comes from the northern Algonquian people. The simple explanation is a cannibalistic giant; a person who has been transformed into a monster by the consumption of human flesh.

MK: It eats human flesh...So if someone were to be taken, it would've eaten them?

Oh god, I'm going to be sick. I mean I knew deep down that however, Katie went it would've been terrible, but to be eaten by that thing. But another blip interrupted that train of thought, thank god.

LilRed: Eventually yeah. Though I heard that they collect humans form long winters. Like how a bear would store food for winter, they do the same. So depending on how many humans it took. So there's a chance for them to still be alive.

MK: WHAT! Are you sure?

LilRed: From my cousin's notes it seems that way, why?

MK: Do these notes have a way to kill it?

If there's a chance she's alive I will go get her now, I will scour every inch of that forest. And I will kill that monster dead. The response takes a bit of time.

LilRed: Yeah, it's killable, but like I said why?

I pause, this guy or girl seems knowledgeable. But to admit to seeing one and saying it took my wife. Is kind of, unbelievable.

MK: Because I think I saw one.

I left it at that. It took awhile again before another text appeared.

LilRed: Fire. You kill it by setting it on fire.

Fire. I look at the shotguns and blades I've gathered. So all this is useless. I ask.

MK: So guns are no good?

LilRed: Yeah they'll probably just piss it off. Can you wound it? Not easily. A wounded wendigo simply regenerates. Silver is probably your best bet. But fire kills it.

Silver? Are you serious where am I going to get silver. And how the hell do I set something that moves so fast on fire? I can't exactly go around buying weapons with the police on my ass all the time. So I ask.

MK: Know anywhere I can get those things. Like do I need to buy a flamethrower or something. And where do you even get silver weapons?

LilRed: I never even thought of a flamethrower. Huh smart. I used to make Molotov cocktails...

Uh not that I actually made those... what I thought would be easier.

Uh not that they are easy to make. But uh silver weapons are hard to find, I uh only have them from friends. So I'm not sure. But if you could buy a flamethrower it's probably your best bet. Or you can make one, like get a blow torch and get a hairspray can. That could work.

What the hell? Who the hell just knows how to make Molotov cocktails. And also know how to make a homemade flamethrower. This guy is crazy. But if I'm honest I need crazy right now. Because there's nothing that's not crazy about this.

MK: Okay. Thanks for the help I'll see what I can do.

LilRed: Hey if you need any help with it, you can call me. I don't mind helping if you're not too far from me. Cause I can see your planning on taking on a wendigo, and by yourself which is stupid. So if you need anything you should call. My numbers on the site.

Huh, that's nice of them. But I don't want to involve someone in my problem. Plus now I know what I need. I can do this.

MK: Okay thanks I'll get back to you.

I put the number in my phone just in case I need a question answered on the fly. Now I head out to buy a blow torch and a shit ton of hairspray. I've got a busy next few days.

Notes:

How was it? Was this okay? I wasn't sure since I originally wrote this to be a stand-alone fic.

So if it's worded weirdly, I'm sorry. I'll fix it eventually. But It's not hard to understand or anything so.