Ch 14

John had been searching the woods for an hour now. He knew that if they didn't find them soon the possibilities of finding them alive were slim. If the hunters or wild life didn't kill his boys then the weather probably would. While it wasn't winter it was still pretty cold in northern Montana and the last he knew both boys were in their pajamas without shoes on.

John hastily wiped a tear away, Walker's words coming back to him "You're too late. They're dead. I suggest you get over it." For just a minute he thought that Gordon was telling the truth and his world started to crash. Now with the little hope that he had his world was crumbling away peace by peace every minute that his boys were missing.

"Get a hold of yourself John," he told himself. "It won't do them any good if you sit and start crying. You've got to find them."

A loud crack of gun fire suddenly broke through the air. A few seconds later there was another loud bang and John fell to the forest floor mourning his babies.

Jim Murphy searched the woods for any sign of the boys desperately hoping to find the two small boys before anyone else did. There were at least three other hunters out here besides him and his friends and if any of them found the boys before they did. Jim shuddered at the thought of what was would happen.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard to gun shots and then complete silence. "No, I can't be the boys. They're fine," he tried to convince himself as he made his way towards the spot they had agreed to meet at. It was the only way he'd be able to get answers.

Bobby heard the crack of the second gun before he was able to even comprehend what the first one was. It sounded far off. "Poor John must be freaking out right about now. I should probably go find him before he does something stupid." Bobby took off towards the area that he knew that John was. He couldn't help but think of two little boys lying dead on the forest floor with bullets now lodged in their heads.

"Where are they," Josh demanded as he pushed the hunter against a tree, his knife at the man's throat. These s.o.b.'s had messed with his family and he wasn't in the mood to be trifled with.

"I swear I don't know."

"Not good enough." He was about to slice the man's throat when he heard a loud crack coming from the direction that Caleb had gone. Then came another crack.

"Looks like you're too late," they guy stated with a smug grin.

"I'm going to love killing you nice and slow. But for now I must be going." Instead of slitting the man's throat he bashed his head against the tree, tied him up and left the unconscious man behind.

"It was probably just Caleb shooting something," he reassured himself going off in search of his friend. "Sammy and Dean are fine."

"Dean I'm tired, can't was stop for a few minutes?"

"No Sammy, you don't want those guys to get us do you?"

"No, but my feet hurt."

Dean sighed knowing that if he was as tired as he was Sammy must be exhausted. They had been running almost nonstop through the woods. Spotting a hollowed out log in front of them Dean approached it cautiously checking for any wild life that might be living in there. Finding only a few bugs he decided that it was safe for him and his brother to hide out there for now and get some sleep.

"Come on Sammy we can rest in here."

Sam slowly climbed into the log with Dean right behind him and soon both boys were both sound asleep.

A noise of someone moving around outside woke Dean up. He looked at Sam who was staring wide eyed at his big brother wondering what he was supposed to do. Dean held a finger to his lips telling Sam to be quiet. He slowly started crawling from their hiding spot to see what was going on in the outside world.

"Oh crap I'm screwed," Caleb thought as he ran through the woods two hunters chasing him. "I can't believe I dropped my gun. That was an amateur move. It wasn't even that it was stupid."

Caleb looked behind him to see where the other hunters were. That was a mistake because he didn't see the tree root sticking out of the ground. Before he knew it he was lying on his back with a gun pointed at his head.