Mc Tavish the Hunter: Chapter two
**Warning may be slight limes in later chapters**
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Chapter Two: Winston
Mary and Jack was a young Canadian couple, who were travelling all over south Canada, from East to West.
As they were getting tired carrying their heavy rucksacks jack wined like a little girl, "Please Mary I'm getting tired, let's just hitchhike to the hotel?"
"Ok, fine, you big baby." She replied with a smile.
They had been walking down a road that was only used as a short cut or a de-tore but were just too tired to care. They stood there for 40 minutes; taking turns to hold out there thumb.
"I'm getting pretty tired of this!"
"Yea me to." Jack Replied.
Just then they could both see two fog lights up the road, they both stuck out their thumbs in mild anticipation that they would soon be on their way.
They could see the light shift as a dark blue truck pulled over and stop so they could see the driver.
He leaned out.
He was a tall, slightly muscular man, with a simple green shirt and trousers. His face preceded by a life of arrogance, fore shadows a life of unhappiness. His brown hair, styled into no form what so ever; it just hang loosely, and green eyes that were still intently piercing through the couple.
He casually shifted between the two of them whilst they picked up their luggage. As they approached they waited for the man to open the door.
"Get a job." The man said before speeding away, leaving the other two dumbstruck.
As Mc Tavish sat back down in his chair he watched the two specks fade into the distance. Of course he had no time to think of worthless hitchhikers, his hobby and fame hung on the line because of some man in a soaking wet suite.
He had been driving for five hours straight and he was still far away from Jasper.
His phone rang, all of his contacts had names come up of the screen when they'd call him, but this was just a set of numbers, he answered and put the phone to his ear. The voice of the Stranger rang loud and clear.
"It didn't say in the letter, but you have only got three days to get back here."
!"£$%^&*()
Back at the Bar the stranger had rented out a room and was currently getting a drink down stairs.
He was surrounded in the same burly men as before, who were listening to his phones loud speaker as Mc Tavish replied.
"Tell my boys there, I'll get the Haggis." The stranger had to cover his ears at the ensuing cheering.
The Stranger looks at one of the men and asks, "Wh-What does that mean?"
"It means that he'll make it!" he replied.
"Ok, then I will see you in three days, no more" The Stranger told Mc Tavish.
"Ok, see you in one." He replied
The Stranger had to yet again cover his ears.
!"£$%^&*()
Mc Tavish, now a little angry, floored it down the winding roads at 40 Mph, wanting to keep his promise and his fame.
Five Hours and ten minutes later he finally arrived at Jasper National Park. Edward pulled out his trusty shot gun and trudged through the woods with his hunting pass.
40 minutes later he came to the valley and proceeded to climb down the hill; he could already see the Alpha's den.
As he got to the central territory he could hear a sentry, and waited in the bushes until it strayed too near.
'SPLERT'
A huge pool of the wolf's blood covered the ground and Edward continued forward with his blood stained dagger in hand.
Now was the really tricky part. Mc Tavish was yet again stuck behind another row of bushes staring out at the un-holy abundance of wolfs. He had to somehow get passed them. As he had already sprayed himself with scent blocker he carefully started to tip-toe through the crowd. His phone rang.
"Hello, Edward, are you there?" asked the phone. Edward gave a huff; it was James, his British chain advisor back in the U.K.
"WHAT IS IT NOW JAMES?" Edward said through strained teeth.
"Well you said that today we had to go over the new 'British Haggis meal'."
"AT FOUR IN THE MORNING?"
"Well yeah, it goes on sale in three days, we have to do this now!" Replied James as innocently as he could.
Mc Tavish was now half way to the den where his prize lay in peaceful slumber.
"Ok, what do you need to know?"
"Well," began James "How do you want the Haggis cooked, Boiled or roasted?"
"Um, which is more British?" Asked Edward as he carefully stepped over a tail.
"Roasted."
"Ok then have it roasted."
"Second question, the Haggis Juices, smooth or with bits?" Said James
"Obviously with bits."
"Ok final question, will you be back for the commercial recording?"
"Yes are we done now?" Mc Tavish jumped as a wolf growled in his sleep nearby.
"Yes seen you in two weeks. By Eddy."
"Bye James."
He finished just as Edward reached the ramp at the bottom of the den.
He slowly crept up the slope, carful for any more sentries and snuck his head round the bend. There he saw two wolfs sleeping at the entrance, one a male with a greyish white coat while the other was clearly a female who was golden in colour.
He walked inside only to see what he was there for. There in the middle of the den was clearly the Alpha male. Grey and old.
He crept closer, Bloody knife still held high in hand, preparing to strike...
When some thin to his left caught his eye.
A.N. So what do you think? Please read and review I have changed the name to "Mc Tavish" to make it more original. I know some of you have been speculating about what will happen next, but you will have to wait and see! Also I'm interested to know what you think might happen next, or where you think I should go with the story, YOUR Opinion Matters! So please E-Mail me.