Warning: Somewhat graphical violence ahead !
When Dusk Falls
Chapter 6: The Hunter
Max and Kate entered the classroom and sat down at the same table.
When Max saw Victoria, Taylor and Courtney, walk in.
Max slouched and slumped over her side of the table, arms crossed in front of her, head face down.
Kate looked at her quizzically.
"You've gotta be kidding... I can't escape this chick...", Max groaned quietly.
Kate looked to Victoria, then back at Max and smiled petting her hair.
"Don't worry Max~", Kate sang lightly and cheerfully.
Max shifted and looked over at Kate on her right.
Kate opened one side of her buttoned up sweater jacket; she flashed Max a determined gleam.
"I've come prepared~", she stated positively.
Max looked into her sweater and saw many vials of holy water, in small holders on the inside of the opened side of the sweater. Then she noticed a couple leather ammo belts strapped around Kate's blouse.
The belts held sharp silver crosses, a rosary, silver stakes, mini garlic balls and a bible as well.
Max looked at the ammunition quietly for a minute, her eyes flickering up at Kate, then the arsenal, and repeated a few times...
"...Kate...You concern me...", mumbled Max with a nervous tone.
Kate just giggled cheerfully and innocently, completely unfazed. She buttoned up her sweater again, concealing her arsenal of monster fighting weaponry.
Then the male teacher walked in.
He had short dark brown hair, somewhat spiky at the front. He had a jawline stubble beard that circled his mouth. He was sporting rimmed black glasses and a casual black suit with jeans to match.
His brown eyes fell on Max and he went to his desk, opening a cabinet and taking out a hard cover book, closing the cabinet door.
He approached Max with a charming smile, Max looked up at him, returning the smile.
He placed the book in front of her.
"You must be the new student, Maxine Caulfield. As I'm sure you're aware, I'm Mark Jefferson. Welcome", he stated.
"Thank you, and yes I'am. You're pretty famous, even back in Seattle", replied Max calmly.
Jefferson chuckled. "Good to hear. Now, do you prefer Maxine or, something else"? Asked Jefferson.
"Max, never Maxine", replied Max.
"So be it. I can't wait to see your work Max", he smiled.
Then he walked back to the front of the class.
"Alright lets get this show moving. Turn to page fifty three in your text books and you might actually learn something, fingers crossed", he stated.
The students opened their text books.
The class carried on with a lecture, Jefferson making a point to direct his questions at Max, and walking around Max's table as he spoke to the class, often looking at Max as he lectured and eventually class ended.
Kate and Max were the last to pack up and started to head out.
"Max. Could you hang back a moment please"?Jefferson called.
Max stopped looking back at Jefferson, who was leaning up against his desk, arms crossed. Then she looked to Kate, who also stopped and looked back, waiting for Max.
Max adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and approached Jefferson's desk, keeping her head down a bit.
"Uh, y-yes"? Asked Max.
"Max I'd like it if you could bring in a sample of your work, just so I can see where you're at, or where you need improvement. Just so I know how to work with you, one on one", he stated calmly.
"Oh, sure, I actually have some polaroids in my bag", stated Max calmly.
"May I see them"? He asked.
"Of, course...but...they're not all that great", replied Max uneasily.
She put her hard plastic camera bag on to the desk and opened it up. She went through the protected compartment inside that held an assortment of her instant print photos.
Her hand brushed over a thin hard cover book inside, she briefly saddened , pausing.
Then she dug passed it, taking out four of the many photos. A selfie, and a landscape shot. A different scenery, and a deer photo. They all varied in angles.
She handed them, self consciously to Jefferson. He took them and thoroughly examined them. His eyes flicked up glancing at Kate at the door way.
"Ms. Marsh, I apologize that you have to wait like this, but we may be awhile. Why don't you head on back to your dorm, and I'll have Max on her way as soon as possible", stated Jefferson calmly.
"I don't mind waiting...Max...Would you like me to"? Asked Kate, looking to Max.
"Uh, th-thats okay Kate. You go on ahead without me, I'll, catch up with you later. Thank you though", replied Max looking to Kate.
"Are you sure Max ? Its getting late", replied Kate.
Dana and Juliet came up beside Kate. Max saw them.
"Yeah, I'm sure, you guys go ahead", replied Max. She gave them a smile.
They looked between each other and hesitantly walked off.
Max watched them go, then looked back to Jefferson and looked down insecurely as his eyes returned to critiquing her photos.
It was now just the two of them, even the halls had soon emptied.
Max pulled her bag back on to her shoulder, keeping her eyes down. She tightened her grip on her bag strap.
She felt an uneasy knot in her stomach, with a sinking chill.
After a time, Jefferson handed her back the photos and she put them away again. She wouldn't meet his eye.
"Well Max-", he started.
Max felt herself subtly flinch, keeping her eyes down cast.
"-I like what I see. You certainly have a gift. I can see a great deal of, potential. I look forward to working with you, Ms. Caulfield", he stated with a charming smile.
Max looked up at him, surprised at the praise.
"But you've got to work on that confidence of yours. Never hesitate, always take the shot", he stated calmly.
"Yes sir...", replied Max with a halfhearted nod.
"Alright, I won't keep you any longer. Get back to your dorm, it is getting late. And I will see you tomorrow", he stated.
Max nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Jefferson", she replied. She walked off.
He watched her leave, with a smile.. She left and he narrowed his eyes a bit, still keeping the smile.
"A lot of potential...", he muttered quietly.
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Max walked on, looking down. She took out her phone and checked for new messages or missed calls. There still were none, she sighed and slid it back in her pocket.
She kept her head down, until she saw shadows on the ground in front of her and stopped, looking up. Her heart sank with an icy chill briefly.
"Aw fuck... its you again...", sighed Max dryly.
She was under Victoria's condescending gaze.
"Whats that supposed to mean ?! I haven't spoken to you once yet"! Asked Victoria sharply.
Max rolled her eyes looking off to the side boredly.
"Thank dog for small mercies...", she muttered.
She was already over the intimidation before it really started.
Victoria's eye twitched in irritation at her response.
Then the short haired-blonde-rich girl, regained composure and smirked at Max's discomfort however mild, regardless.
She crossed her arms and slowly strode forward, circling Max like a hyena would, it's cornered prey...
"Whatever. I hope you enjoyed the attention you've been getting today, Caulfield, because its going to last for some time...", started Victoria.
Max watched her circle her, narrowing her eyes a bit, picking up the threat.
"Every set of eyes in this school are going to be on you, for as long as you keep breathing. I hope you're prepared; I can promise you, your life is going to get, very, difficult from now on. You can't even begin to comprehend all the secrets that lie dormant in this school", stated Victoria intimidatingly though her tone was casual.
Max's resolve cracked a bit. Nervousness settling in again.
She looked over at Courtney and Logan on opposite sides of the hall, partially shadowed by the lockers. They grinned at her.
Logan pushed away from the wall and approached her, glaring down at Max.
"I'd tell you to leave before it's too late, but it already is. You're going to regret stepping foot in this school", stated Logan darkly.
"What the hell did I ever do to you people ? I just got here for fuck sake ! This is the first time I've even talked to any of you ! Why can't you just leave me alone"! Stated Max angrily.
Courtney strode forward.
"Nothing personal, but you really should watch who you associate yourself with", stated Courtney.
"What do you mean"? Asked Max still annoyed looking to Courtney.
"Your friends are the ones we have a problem with and in turn, that means we, have a problem, with you. If you know whats good for you, you'll isolate yourself; but at this point, it doesn't matter anymore". Stated Victoria.
Max focused on Victoria again.
"So just remember this; we're watching you Caulfield and we're not the only ones. How long we'll just watch, will depend on your friends", stated Victoria darkly.
She turned and walked off. Courtney and Logan followed after one last lingering glare.
Max watched them leave and looked down, insecurely holding her arm as she was left in silence, in the emptied hall. Slowly, she started walking again.
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Chloe sat inside a massive tent in human form. She solemnly looked at Max's number on her phone.
After a time, she closed her eyes, clicked her phone off and threw it across the tent bitterly; it bounced off the tent wall and dropped into a mess of pillows.
Chloe tucked her hands behind her head and leaned back, settling down on the explosion of cushions and blankets under her. The tent was dark.
"...Please be safer...", mumbled Chloe with unease.
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Max got back to her dorm after saying her good nights to Kate, Dana and Juliet.
She didn't tell them about her hall encounter. She shut and locked her door behind her and went to her desk tiredly and dropped her bag and cell on it.
She took off Chloe's jacket, draping it over the desk chair.
She sighed tiredly and checked her watch, it read 4:40pm.
She walked to her closet, still looking crestfallen and started changing out of her rain drenched clothes and into a loose black t-shirt and thick gray sweat pants, and new socks; removing her bra and dropping the clothes into the laundry hamper.
She walked over to her earlier forgotten lunch box and picked it up, sitting on her bed and finishing the grapes and chips as well as the water bottle. She ate slowly.
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Max threw out the trash remains of her lunch and retrieved her cell, then sat on her bed again.
She gazed at it a moment and then tried one more time to call Chloe and once again, it wouldn't go through; sighing she ended the attempt and clicked off her phone. She cast it aside by her pillow in frustration.
She sat in silence, before dropping back on her bed, arms spread as she gazed up at the ceiling above her.
"I've gotta distract myself...", Max sighed.
She sat up again and looked around her small room. Her eyes were caught by her guitar.
"Well, its a distraction, and I may as well practice since I have the chance to...", mumbled Max.
She got up and walked over, picking the instrument up and sitting on her couch; resting it in her lap as she tuned the chords patiently.
Once satisfied, she adjusted herself and the guitar comfortably, and began to strum gently and play.
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By the time her fingers were sore enough; the shutters lowered in their special obnoxious way.
Max jumped slightly at the noise, her fingers twanging the incorrect chord in her moment of surprise; she put a hand to her chest trying to calm her heart as she looked back at the covered window.
"Sweet Mary Joseph Christ above ! I'am never going to get used to those fuckin' things...", Max mumbled in alert.
She sighed as she calmed herself. She put her guitar back in it's resting place.
"Mood killed, time for sleep...", muttered Max.
She got up from the couch and grabbed her ipod, sticking in her ear buds. She shut off the lights in her room and climbed into bed.
She picked up her phone and looked at it once more sadly; then put it on her nightstand and turned on her favorite playlist on her ipod and started listening to the music.
She covered up with the sheets and comforter; bundling up warmly. Soon she made herself drift to sleep.
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Chloe tossed and turned in her tent. Checking the time on her cast aside phone impatiently, it read 7:00pm
Eventually she groaned, getting up, and unzipping it; opening the tent flap.
"I need to kill something...", she growled in frustration and exited the tent.
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9:00pm rolled around, Max had so far slept soundly through the loud turmoil outside. She had rolled over facing the wall, her back to her nightstand by the door.
Slowly, the lock on Max's door un-clicked itself and the handle lowered...
The door quietly creaked open, and Taylor walked in putting away her set of lock picks.
She had long blonde hair with some very thin black streaks; wearing a black v-neck shirt , a denim jacket and light blue denim shorts. Tan skin.
She silently shut Max's door, her blue eyes narrowed on Max's oblivious frame.
She approached the side of Max's bed, watching the photographer a moment.
She changed into her hybrid form, white furred with goldish blonde streaks along her bangs and some very thin streaks of black. As well as several other areas of her pelt.
She reached and grabbed hold of Max's blankets and threw them backward off of the sleeping girl, yet not aggressively enough that it would wake her up.
Taylor narrowed her eyes down at Max.
"So this is the little mouse the Alpha wants dragged to him ? She looks pathetic. No matter, she's going to get one hell of a wake up", she muttered quietly.
Taylor reached down her clawed hand to grasp Max's throat; when Max's low hanging necklace that Kate had given her, starts to glow.
Taylor recoils her hand back fast with a low growl.
"Shit, no one said she was packing silver", she muttered to herself bitterly.
"Maybe if I...", she mumbled quietly. She attempted to grab Max's arm, but the silver cross necklace still reacted to the proximity; Taylor felt the side of her hand start to burn and pulled it back fast, with a sharp intake of breath.
She glared at Max's necklace.
"Damn it, I can't get any closer to her; none of us can until she takes that damn thing off...", She thought angrily and reverted to human form.
Taylor quietly left the room, locking it before exiting and shutting the door behind so the lock clicks back into place.
As she starts to leave, Dana walks out of her room stretching and looked over, seeing Taylor exit Max's room. She narrowed her eyes and approached her.
Taylor turned away from the door starting to walk, when she looked up and froze her steps; looking to Dana a few feet away from her, arms crossed looking pissed.
"What are you doing in Max's room"? Dana asked her voice firm and angry.
"Just returning a book officer...", stated Taylor with a smirk. She started walking passed Dana.
Dana closed her eyes and grabbed Taylor's arm tightly, yanking her back into a stop beside her.
Taylor gasped painfully as Dana's silver bracelet glowed and started burning her.
Taylor struggled to pull her arm free from Dana's grip. Dana glared at her from the corner of her eyes. Seemingly not aware of her accessory hurting Taylor.
"Stay away from her, this is your only warning", Dana threatened angrily.
She released Taylor's arm and Taylor fell back with a hiss of pain, cradling her burned arm. She ran off back to her own room down the hall, slamming the door behind her.
Dana watched her leave, still looking annoyed.
Dana heard a click sound and soft creak. She looked over at Kate, peeking her head out of her own room door groggily and quietly. She yawns a little.
"Whats all the noise Dana"? She asked sleepily. Soft catholic music was playing behind her off the stereo.
Dana blinked a bit at the girl. She looked between Kate and her...armour... Kate was holding a hand sized silver cross, with a silver bead rosary around her neck; with a vial of holy water threaded on it, like a charm.
They looked at each other in awkward silence for a bit.
"...Do you need another vial"? Asked Kate tiredly holding up her rosary charm.
Dana stepped back nervously, holding her hands up a little defensively.
"No no, thats uh...okay. I'm still, working my way through the last batch you...donated... Um thanks anyway...", replied Dana nervously.
Kate eyed her suspiciously.
"You haven't even used any of the barrels, have you ? Both you and Juliet... Do you two have any idea how much work it is to get holy water in bulk"? She asked skeptically in an almost entirely too sweet tone... Almost... Eerie and foreboding.
"No, of...course... I have... its uh...its just about opportunity...and well...not many...opportunities...", replied Dana uneasily.
Kate narrowed her eyes opening the door a bit more, approaching Dana a bit. Leaning up as close to eye level as she could get.
"Really..."? Asked Kate suspiciously.
Dana nodded closing her eyes briefly. "Uh, huh", replied Dana hiding her nervous tone.
Kate stared her down a minute. "Hmm...", hummed Kate unsurely.
Then she beamed a cheery smile and backed off. "Okay~", She replied cheerfully.
Then instantly fell asleep again and face-planted on the floor beside Dana, and slept soundly and peacefully.
Dana sighed, relaxing the tension in her shoulders. She looked at Kate, who was completely unfazed as she slumbered on the floor. Dana face-palmed.
Dana sighed once more and knelt down, scooping Kate up into her arms and picking her up.
"I'm getting too old for this shit", Dana muttered quietly as she carried Kate back into her room to put her to bed.
Once she got Kate covered up, Dana quietly left; locking the door on her way out so the lock clicked into place.
Then Dana crossed the hall and knocked on the door of Max's dorm worriedly. Ignoring sounds from outside.
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Max jolted awake at a persistent knocking sound, and a feeling of discomfort around her neck. She was lightly panting and a little sweat dabbed her brow from the sudden fear. She was quick to notice her covers no longer, covered her...
She sat up and took out her headphones, rubbing at her neck uncomfortably, as though something was there, even checked her hand for blood.
Max heard the sounds outside and nervously tried to tune them out as she looked at the door worriedly, debating whether or not she should play dead...
"Max, its Dana, sorry to bother you, but are you okay in there"? Dana called from the other side of the door.
"Uh, y-yeah I think so. W-why"? Asked Max, still unable to shake the sense of danger that filled her.
"I was heading for the shower when I... thought I heard something unusual coming from your room. Guess it was just the outside noise messing with my head; but I wanted to double check and make sure you're alright. Sorry if I woke you", stated Dana calmly.
"Oh uh, n-no problem. Thank you for checking in. I'm alright", replied Max. She cautiously eyed every shadow in her room, an outside sound occasionally making her jump.
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Dana was leaning up against Max's door arms crossed.
"Glad to hear it, anyway, I'm going to do what I came out to do, then head to bed myself. Good night Max", Stated Dana calmly. She walked away from the door .
"Night", she heard Max reply.
Dana turned the corner to the shower room.
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Taylor groaned as she had a cool cloth wrapped around the redness of her forearm, she sat on her bed bitterly texting. She sent the message and tossed aside her phone, continuing to tend her sore arm.
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The text sound dinged, and another phone rose up and the text from Taylor was opened and read.
* Job not done, prey wore silver, couldn't touch her. I'm being watched. Sorry, Alpha *
The reader growled angrily. The male figure stood in front of a construction yard of a condominium that was in ruins. Wild werewolf corpses were scattered around, some impaled on small metal poles, jutting out of the dirt.
The phone clicked off and was nearly crushed in the holder's hand.
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Max had sat awake for some time, listening to her music; every so often trying to force herself back to sleep, but to no avail.
A couple hours ticked by, and even though she had verified her room was secure and nothing was out of place; she still felt uneasy, and her personal space somewhat violated.
Then finally she took a calming breath for the umpteenth time, and it actually worked.
Max sighed and checked her phone for the time, it was now 11:30pm. With a defeated groan she got up out of her bed.
"I need to splash some water on my face and snap out of this discomfort...", she stated quietly, uneasily.
She pulled on her hoodie and shoes to combat the chill on her body.
She unlocked her door and left her room.
Once Max exited; she quietly closed her door behind her and crossed her arms hugging herself a bit.
She was about to head to the shower room, when she heard soft footsteps on the stairwell next to her room.
She paused and looked back; then walked to the bottom of the stairs, looking up into the fuzzy bluish black of the darkness.
She saw a cloaked figure walking up the stairs and turning the corner at the next flight of steps going up.
Max quirked a brow. She glanced around at the silent closed dorm doors on her floor; then back to the stairs.
After a moment, she followed quietly; curiosity getting the better of her common sense.
She stealthily followed the person, she hid from view when they paused and looked back.
Then at the sound of continuing quiet footsteps, Max peered around the corner, watching them by pass the fourth and final floor of dorm rooms and start climbing the stairwell to the roof.
Max narrowed her eyes.
"What the hell are they doing ? Where are they going"? Thought Max suspiciously.
She shook her head dismissively and started back down the stairs to return to her original task.
About three minutes later she was back up the stairs and quickly, silently, following the person anyway.
"Fuck my desire to pursue this stupid cliché scenario...", thought Max bitterly.
She quietly reached the stairwell and went up the winding steps.
The stairs ended at the doors to the roof, with no one around.
"Okay...I didn't realize Houdini's reincarnation transferred to Blackwell, those doors should be under the effects of the lock down...If that's the case...Great, we're haunted...", muttered Max.
She approached the doors and pushed on the bar of one of them; and it opened, revealing the outside rain pelting the rooftop .
"Kay, good news, we're not haunted, bad news...We're not haunted and the dorm is vulnerable...", mumbled Max.
She walked out and glanced around for signs of the cloaked figure. Then looked back at the door and saw the silver rollers were busted and unusable.
"That explains that", mumbled Max as she listened to the straining humming noise the shutters gave off as they struggled to roll down, but couldn't. Water dripped off the shutter rollers slowly.
Max stepped away to assess the damage on the rollers and her hand slipped from the door.
When she realized it slipped, she quickly alerted and grabbed at the door, but it clicked shut and the lock kicking in, echoed another click.
Max stood there in an almost indifferent silence, looking at the door, letting the situation calmly waft over her.
Then she closed her eyes and took a relaxing breath...She let her eyes drift back open.
"Fuck ! Are you kidding me"!? Asked Max in abrupt alarm. She tugged at the door, naturally it didn't budge.
"Shit", she muttered pressing her forehead to the door. The rain down-pouring around her.
"I just locked myself, outside, in the rain, in the middle of the night...In the middle of a werewolf invasion... And I left Chloe's jacket, in my room... Well... I'm dead, been nice knowing me...", she groaned.
She was grabbed from behind and forcibly spun around with her back slammed to the first door. She gasped out in pain.
She opened one eye to squint at her assailant and first noticed a silver blade inches from her throat; next, she saw the cloaked person behind the blade.
A black cloth mask concealing their face up to below their eyes. The hood they had up cast shadow over their eyes, along with their bangs. Max caught the scent of incense on them. The person roughly pinned her.
"Alright ! If you're going to kill me, I'm warning you, I'm like, super weak; so there will be no sport involved for you. I'm honestly, the most boring victim, you will ever have ! Also I have a terrible screaming voice, seriously, its like choking a cat; so you're not going to have a good time with that either...", Stated Max closing her eye again and bracing herself.
Max felt herself being released from the pin, and peeked one eye at them, watching them step back from her.
Max noticed the feminine shape to the person's body, hidden under rough dark leather, and black cloth.
"Okay you're not killing me, I appreciate the gesture; but who are you"? Asked Max.
A thump sounded behind them. They both looked back at a hybrid werewolf, slowly rising to it's full height from it's landing on the roof, tensing it's claws, growling lowly. Max stepped back a half step uneasily.
The other girl calmly turned to face it, narrowing her eyes on the beast, holding out her left arm to signal Max to stay back, keeping the shorter girl behind her.
She brandished her blade again with her right arm swiftly; her cloak flipped back from her side briefly at the sudden movement.
She felt Max tug her arm. "What are you doing ? We gotta hide or-", tried Max nervously.
The woman pulled away from Max and rushed forward, the werewolf followed suit.
It swiped at her and she evaded with a lean to the side and immediately followed the dodge with an attack; slicing the Were in an uppercut with the silver blade, burning it and tearing open it's chest, its blood mildly sprayed forth from the blow.
It roared out in agony gripping the gaping bubbling wound, steam rising from the blood, even as it streamed between it's claws and ran down it's torso.
The beast staggered forward, then dropped to the rain soaked concrete limply and face down. Blood streamed below it slowly.
The fighter looked down at the corpse, seeming disappointed that it didn't revert to a human form. She circled around behind it, verifying it was dead.
Max's eyes were wide as she stepped back. The other girl was unfazed by the blood splatter on her front, not even the specks on her cheek. The crimson liquid slowly dripped from the blade in her hand.
"Holy, shit", stated Max in awe of the vigilante in front of her.
A couple more thumps sounded as two more hybrids landed on the roof and rushed at Max.
Max alerted and faced them and started to retreat, when the huntress looked up from the corpse and saw Max's situation. She swiftly reached into her cloak and pulled out two bladed silver stars, she ran forward and with a fast flick of her wrist she threw them with precision.
They impaled the Weres, pegging one in the chest, and the other in the throat. They collapsed and bled out, wounds bubbling and blood bellowing steam.
A third Were lunged up from the roof side, about to land on Max.
Max noticed and attempted to back track, when the huntress grabbed her and pulled her backward, swinging out her silver blade and slicing it's gut swiftly; her cloak flowing out around her from her quick movement.
The Were hit the landing face down behind the huntress and off to the side, un-moving; a metre away from Max's feet.
Max stepped back as she watched the blood leak out under it and pool below it. Steam rose from the burned wound, just like all the previous foes.
The Huntress relaxed her stance, semi covered in blood spray, the crimson liquid dripping faster from the silver dagger, steam rose up from the jagged blade.
She held the weapon firmly and swiped it off to the side, making the wound residue splash off the dagger and spray across the ground. She calmly took out a rag and wiped the rest of it off it, polishing it.
Max just stood there, jaw slacked open as she looked at the four, very dead, wild werewolves. The rain still pelted their bodies.
Drops of water streamed off Max's face, her short brown hair, damp and clinging to her forehead and neck. She looked at the vigilante; who remained calm and quiet, completely unfazed by the situation, keeping her back to Max, and sheathing her blade.
She turned and walked passed Max, who kept staring forward, bewildered.
The Huntress knelt down and retrieved her throwing stars from the other two corpses. She pulled them out calmly.
Max blinked then briefly closed her eyes. She spun around to face the woman; who started casually wiping down the stars, cleaning them.
"Who the fuck are you"?! Asked Max her tone laced in confusion and shock.
The Huntress closed her eyes and put her throwing stars back under her cloak. She stood up and walked over to Max and passed her. Max watched her walk by.
"More silence ? Or do you even speak English ? Can you at least grunt or do charades ? Sign language...No scratch that, I suck at charades and sign language...Do you have a notepad or picture cards"? Asked Max with a shrug.
The Huntress walked to the edge of the roof and gestured to Max with a wave to follow. Max sighed and followed.
"So whats the plan ? I ask the person who prefers the strong silent type role... I'm pretty sure standing in one place is stupid", stated Max casually crossing her arms.
The Huntress pointed out to the distant tower with a bell. Max squinted where she gestured.
"Yes, those are some very nice random clouds and shops...", muttered Max calmly.
The Huntress rolled her eyes and pulled Max forward and grabbed the sides of her head and angled her eye line at the bell tower.
"Oh, the church. You could've just said so, but thank you for getting the kinks out of my neck", replied Max. The huntress released her, and Max rubbed her neck until a crack sounded.
"... Ow...", muttered Max. She then looked to the female next to her.
"Next question, we're on Blackwell's roof. How are we going to get from here, to the church, way an hell an gone over there? Got a grappling hook in your pants Bat-girl"? Asked Max with an almost indifferent expression.
The Huntress looked at her almost sarcastically, and casually gestured with her thumb to the emergency fire escape steel stairs, beside them; on the side of the building.
Max looked down at them quietly. Arms crossed.
"...That, works too...", replied Max a little awkwardly.
The Huntress rolled her eyes, then vaults over the short stone barrier, her cloak catching the breeze once more and she lands surprisingly quietly on the steel platform below.
She backs up a bit and turns to the wall looking up at Max gesturing her down, readying her arms to catch her. Max looked down at her skeptically.
"Is this some kind of trust fall exercise ? Cause you did just hold a knife to my throat a few minutes ago and I just watched you care freely slaughter a bunch of werewolves in a row back there. You're also hiding your identity and not speaking to me... Kinda armed to the teeth ...I'm just not really feeling it...", stated Max with a shrug as she leans on the wall.
The Huntress face-palmed and rubbed her temples tiredly.
Another thump sounded as another wild hybrid landed on the other side of the roof. Max glanced back and saw it. It then saw her. It snarled and rushed her.
Max looked back at the Huntress, pointing to her.
"Trust granted"! She stated and vaulted over the wall.
The Huntress quirked her brow lowering her hand from her face and looked up to see Max flying at her. She hastily caught her but still hit the platform on her back, curtsy of being unprepared, with Max on top of her.
Max groaned. The Huntress slowly sat up rubbing her sore head.
Then she saw the hybrid make it to the edge of the wall. She quickly flipped Max off of her as the hybrid leapt at her.
She got up and evaded, before grabbing tufts of it's chest and abdomen fur and adjusted her stance, guiding the airborne beast over their heads and throwing it over the rails, releasing it.
It plummeted to the ground and cracked open it's head on the gravel below.
The Huntress looked a little winded, Max stood up and looked down at the werewolf.
"Well that worked out. Sorry 'bout that, had to move quickly", replied Max looking to the Huntress.
The Huntress stretched her arm a bit sorely, before looking at Max, narrowing her eyes.
She cuffed Max upside the head, getting a yelp from the shorter girl.
"Ow ! I said I was sorry", Max grumbled sorely rubbing her head, eyes closed.
The Huntress straightened out her attire and started down the steel stairs. Max opened her eyes, still rubbing her head and followed after her.
"You know, you're kind of a dick...", replied Max quietly and a bit bitterly.
The Huntress casually flipped her off as they descended.
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~ A Note from Pure Set~
Alright Chapter Six, done. Sorry for the wait, been sick and busy this last week.
Anyway, I originally had this written differently, I had actually revealed the identity of the Huntress right away when Max gets pinned by her in the first encounter. But I decided, maybe it would be more fun to keep you guys guessing a bit.
So in turn...I ended up rewriting nearly the entire chapter, even a couple scenes early on weren't the originals.
The rewrites consist of the banter between characters. In this case Max originally bantered with the Huntress quite differently, and Vicky as well. But I decided to change it up and hope I did not disappoint.
I'll save the original banter between the Huntress and Max for after the big reveal.
Hope you enjoyed and got some laughs~
If you enjoyed, review and tell me what you liked~
Oh and Happy Valentines Day !
Oh and the line from Jefferson "As I'm sure you're aware" was kind of a nudge to you readers~
Also, all credit of the wonderful cover image for this story, goes to AthenaAsa on . Please take a look at their art, you won't be disappointed~
UPDATE MARCH 11 2016:
Chapter 7 is taking awhile because along with not finding time to type; as stated above, I had to alter this chapter. In doing so, the following Chapter needs to be altered as well. And I'am debating whether or not to give you guys the answer of who the mysterious figure is; in Chapter 7. Or Alter further Chapters down the line, like 8 and 9, to keep the Huntress a mystery for that much longer.
Thank you for your patience, and I hope to have the next chapter out as soon as possible. Bear in mind, I also add updates for this story, to my profile info page.