Chapter 4:
Who Are You
Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 3
Turok got back into his car and drove into the cornfield. The corn smashing against his hood that it was really hard to see. He got back on the road and stared into another pair of eyes. He hit the brakes so hard he started to sweat. The car spun and he had to ditch. The woman walked over to him.
"Hey, are you all right?" she asked with a lack of sympathy.
"Next time watch yourself klutz."
"Well I'm sorry, but I have to find a guy named Turok. Do you know where I can find him?
"I don't need your help or anyone else's."
She looked in surprise as she would never have guessed that that was Turok.
"I'm Marie. Pleased to meet you I think."
She then explained why she was sent.
"This is ridiculous, he said laughing, you don't know how to kill the Creeper do you?
"Well no but...."
"I see." Turok interrupted.
"I think I found a new working partner," he said as he put out his hand.
"Okay I guess I'll give you a chance." She answered as she shook his hand.
They waited a couple days before looking again. They knew they needed a plan. As the days passed they started to learn more about each other. The days finally ended and they went for the Creeper.
"So Marie, how about when this is over we go out sometime?" he asked.
"I'd love to." She said kissing him on the cheek .
"I just have one thing to say."
"What's that?"
"MOVE!"
Turok jumped to the right as he saw Marie being attacked.
"NO!!!!!!!! Get off her ASS FACE!" he demanded firing his mag 60 as well.
The Creeper then flew off.
"Marie?....Marie! he yelled with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Tu....Turok?" she asked as her words became unclear.
"What is it Marie?"
"Please kill him," she said and then died. He held her in his arms and cried in her chest. The Creeper's claw marks were all over her face. Then the Creeper returned.
"You... You killed her you Fucking Bastard!" he yelled as he ran towards him, guns blazing.
As the Creeper flew off Turok knew things were about to get hard as he needed to keep him out until sunrise.