Warning, this chapter contains content about attempted rape and adult language. Viewer discretion is advised.

Chapter Three: Plan

3:00, p.m. November 10.

I run for about ten or twelve minutes. At this point, my lungs were burning along with my legs and face. I was hot from both the running and the rage. Then suddenly, a question pops into my head, stopping me in my tracts.

"Just what exactly are you going to do Artemis Canmore, beat the crap out of the guy?"

I didn't know what to do. I just want this guy to pay for what happened to the deer and making me finish his job of killing her. I take long breaths to get my heart rate down so I could think straight.

"I just want this guy to pay, but I need a plan first."

I'm talking to myself again. I'm going batshit crazy. Everybody said I would and I'm starting to believe it now. I guess that happens when you live alone for too long. There was a fallen log two feet away from me. I go over to it and I sit down. Sitting on the log I began to think of a plan.

After a long time of thinking, I get an idea. I start talking to myself again.

"First, I find the location of whoever did this without being spotted, Then, get as much information as I can like what the guy looks and what he's wearing, find out his or her name, then lastly go back to the truck and drive into town and tell the sheriff."

"But what if you get caught? What then Miss Perfect Plan-maker?"

I hate fighting with myself, sometimes I can never win my own battles with my brain; especially when it had a valid point.

"I'm not the kind of girl who gets caught, I can fight and think my way out of anything."

I was raised by a Vietnam war sniper who was also the stealthiest hunter I've ever known. I learned everything from that man and carried his lesson with me. I won't disappoint my uncle, my father or my ancestors. I'll be careful and be alert the whole time. I haven't been caught then, I won't get caught now by a brainless dishonorable hunter.

"What could go wrong?"

I shouldn't say that. It's a stupid statement because this is a stupid plan. But I couldn't talk myself out of it. I could never be talked out of anything in my life; not even with myself. I finally get up from the log and continued toward the direction of the footprints. I heard that strange clicking noise again.

"What the Hell is that noise and where's it coming from?"

I asked myself that quietly as if the thing making the noise could hear me; as if I could answer myself. God, I need to stop talking to myself. I even hate the sound of my voice like everybody else who told me to shut the fuck up. After a few seconds, I no longer cared for the noise. I started to lightly jog. After following the footprints for about twenty minutes, I finally came across a campsite.

"God, this place smells rancid."

I plugged my nose and I used a hushed voice to talk, though now is the perfect time to shut my mouth or else I get caught. There wasn't just one person, there was over ten men all shouting and laughing like drunken morons. I quickly hide behind some bushes so they couldn't see me. I find a peak hole in the brush and look through it to see what I can find out. The whole campsite was a disgrace. Beer cans and trash was scattered everywhere you stepped, putrid smells was coming off of the men and there trash. Corpses and bones of dead animals were scattered all over the place. It was disgusting. The smell almost made me vomit in my mouth.. All the men in the campsite were full grown redneck hicks. Some were shaved bald, fat middle aged men with missing teeth, some were so skinny you could see every bone in their body, the rest were ugly fifty something old men with barely any teeth or hair left. All of the men had guns laying around, all illegal during archery season. I memorized as many faces as i could, I even got a license plate number off of a Black Toyota. I stayed put for a long time. After 7:00 p.m., it got dark fast due to it being winter. I decided to leave before it got too dark.

I quietly started walking away from the campsite to go back to my truck and get the sheriff.

"Well look what we have here."

My heart topped in my chest. I was caught. I was screaming in my head now.

"STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! BRILLIANT PLAN OH MIGHTY HUNTER! YOU SHOULD HAVE A TATTOO READING "RAPE TARGET HERE" YOU FUCKING MORON!"

I turned around to see this middle aged bald fat ass standing right next to me. He was grinning an evil, smug smile at me. He looked me over. I tried to keep myself calm and gave my best smile.

"I'm really sorry, I'm lost. Do you know where there's a town or something nearby?"

I felt sick to my stomach by the way he looked at me. I was trying to deter him, it wasn't working

"Ain't you just the prettiest thing I've ever seen. You know it's very dangerous in these woods at night."

He licked his lips.

"you should, you know, hang with us tonight. You'll have fun with us darling."

The nerve of this prick.

"No thanks."

I said with disgust.

"My father and uncle are waiting for me." I lied to make him back off.

He grabbed me by my right arm tightly.

"Hey guys, we got a real pretty girl here, we're gonna have some fun with her tonight."

He grabbed me tighter as I tried to pull away from this fuck head.

"Trust me baby, you'll be safe with us protecting you from bad folks around these parts."

He tried to touch my face with his filthy hands

"Let go you inbred bastard!"

I shout in his face, spitting him in his eye.

He tried to smack me, but I blocked his hand with my right arm.

I'm not scared anymore, now I'm as mad as Hell. I was fuming with rage. Any trace of fear was burned away with the fire of my fury. Everything inside me was burning with anger. I needed to take it all out on this guy.

"LET GO ASSHOLE!"

He tried to drag me back to the campsite, but he didn't know that I was a black belt in mixed martial arts. I studied since I was five.

I pushed his arm away and Karate kicked him in the gut and then right in his face, knocking him out.

Man, that felt good.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH! I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT!"

I ran with all my might. I could still hear the commotion behind me, but I was too adrenaline pumped to care.

For a minute or two, I felt I had lost them; guess again. I heard a car engine in the distance of where the bastards campsite was.

"WHERE'S THAT CUNT? SHE'S FUCKING DEAD!"

Some of the men got into a black Jeep and tract me down. They were coming in close, hooting and hollering like lunatics.

"I'M GETTING LAID TONIGHT BOYS!"

Oh no, this was really bad.

"I GET FIRST ON HER ASS!"

At this point, I realized my brilliant plan was as skewed as I was gonna be if they caught me.

"HEY! THERE SHE IS!"

They were gaining and I was getting tired.

"LOOK AT THAT BITCH RUN! IT'S MY LUCKY NIGHT!"

Now what?