Hey everyone!
I know it has been a long time. But I'm not even going to apologize for that. I mean you should be used to it by now from me ;P
Only explanation I have for such a long wait is that I started to study. What I'm studying? Game Art & 3D Animation. So I have to practice a lot with the 3D programs. But it's so frustrating, when everything I do looks so terrible! Well~ Whatever. That's not your problem but mine.
A litte warning for this chapter again. There is a lot of cursing. Half of the chapter is out of Daddy's view and we all know how he loves to curse XD
I'm not really happy with this chapter (originally it also should have been longer). I can't shake the feeling off that the end of the chapter is too ridiculous (like some kind of a parody?). What doesn't mean that I didn't have fun writing it. I love to write out of Daddy's perspective :'D
But enough with my blabbering! Enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead isn't mine, but my OCs are
Chapter 14_Escape
Everything happened too fast for the little girl to comprehend. One moment Shark was crouching right next to her and her daddy and the next moment he just vanished.
Chiara blinked a couple of times as she stared confused at the empty space where Shark had been just some moments ago.
If she wasn't mistaken than she had seen some kind of green clad figure – even though it had been just a blur for her.
The sound of loud shrieking, growling and moaning snapped her out of her musings, so that she quickly looked up from the ground and directly at the two new hunters in front of them. Out of the corner of her eyes she could have sworn that she saw a red and a green blur flying through the air for a short moment. But she didn't have the time to check that out further.
With a quiet whimper Chiara clutched her daddy's arm, while the hunter with the brown shirt pressed her tighter against his chest in a protective motion.
The little girl didn't like the looks the lean and the big hunter were giving her. They looked really hungry and the big toothy grins unsettled her immensely. The big hunter was even drooling!
"D-Daddy?", the five year old stuttered weakly while her voice shook a bit out of fear. What were they supposed to do? Where was Shark? What was going on?
The only answer she got from her father was a loud warning growl that was directed at the other two hunters on the roof, who both didn't seem to be impressed in the slightest.
Without any warning whatsoever the big hunter suddenly leaped at them, leaving her father no choice but to dodge frantically.
Chiara yelped loudly and shut her eyes tightly while she clung to her daddy and pressed her face into his clothed chest. She was really scared. Up til now she only had encountered some commons up close – yes there had also been that grinning monkey – but they hadn't seemed so dangerous like those two mean looking hunters.
The little girl didn't dare to open her eyes again. Trembling slightly she continued to cling to her father, while all the different sounds of growls, moans and shrieks and the feeling of air rushing by harshly – probably caused by her father's hectic movements – assaulted her senses.
She only opened her eyes again when she felt the familiar feeling in her stomach that she always got when flying through the air. The little girl quickly realized that her daddy was jumping to another rooftop. At the same time he was leaving Shark behind.
"W-wait! We have to… what about… Shark is still… Daddy!", Chiara exclaimed panicked and overly worried for the smaller hunter, so that she couldn't even get a full sentence out. She felt more and more overwhelmed with the whole situation.
Her daddy only grumbled something unintelligible and pressed her tightly against his chest, before he landed still a little clumsily on another rooftop. An uneasy sounding growl left his lips, as he quickly turned around in order to see if someone was following them.
The five year old couldn't help the frightened whimper from escaping her, as she spotted the big hunter hot on their heels. Her farther didn't hesitate any further and swiftly leaped to the next rooftop and then to another one.
The big hunter was relentless in his chase. It didn't seem like he would give up any time soon – even though her daddy was definitely faster than the bigger hunter but unfortunately also clumsier.
Chiara's heart was pounding loudly in her ears as she fleetingly threw a panicked look over her father's shoulder, only to spot the manic grin on the big hunter's ugly face. With a gasp that transformed quickly into a loud whimper the little girl squeezed her eyes tightly shut again and held on to her father's shirt for dear life.
Why was this happening? Just earlier they had fun together. It was only supposed to be a little shopping trip. Nothing that could harm anyone, right? Then how did it come to this?!
The little girl didn't even notice the new wetness on her cheeks as she started to cry helplessly. This was too much for a simple five year old human child.
Her Daddy chanced a worried glance down at her, but quickly had to look back up as he nearly misstepped. He didn't like the fact that his pup was crying and obviously truly distressed. But there wasn't much he could do at the moment. There was still this fucking nuisance in form of a bigger hunter chasing the both of them and by the looks of it the other hunter wouldn't give up that easily.
The slightly smaller hunter couldn't help the angry and partly panicked sounding whine from escaping his lips. He wouldn't let anything happen to his dear pup, ever! But even so deep down he had his doubts if he could really do it – considering the fact that he acted clumsier than was really necessary, what wasn't something he did on purpose.
Cursing violently in his own head he growled lowly at his failure to even run and jump properly without running the risk of falling to the ground. Granted it was way harder to do that stuff with only three of his normally four limbs.
Damn it all! He faintly remembered how his little girl told him once before that it would be easier for him when he would carry her like Shark always did it.
To be honest the small hunter still wasn't one of his favorite persons in the world, but he was grateful for the fact that the smaller hunter had looked out for his beloved pup, when he wasn't there for her. He had mixed feelings regarding the hunter in the dark red hoodie.
It annoyed him that Shark seemed to believe that he owned Chiara like she was his pup and that he had to protect her even from her real father. The five year old was his little girl and not Shark's. And the fact that the smaller hunter even attacked and nearly killed him once if his pup hadn't intervened that time wasn't helping the case.
On the other hand Chiara seemed to genuinely like the small hunter and Shark was indeed treating his pup only with care and love in return. The smaller hunter even had helped him here and there at some points in his own slightly rough way.
That frigging hunter in the red hoodie was fucking complicated and made no sense sometimes!
So it was only natural that he wasn't fond of the idea to carry his pup like that damn small hunter. He didn't want to act like the smaller one, he didn't need to rely on Shark and he especially didn't want his help!
But still… He had to admit to himself – as he nearly stumbled again – that he had no choice at the moment. If he wanted his little girl to be safe then he had to bite the bullet.
Grunting harshly he quickly bit hard into the material of Chiara's blue hoodie at the nape area, while he was mid-jump and flying through the air. The fact that his little pup didn't even react to the change of transportation method worried the little girl's father. He gritted his teeth out of frustration as he landed way more smoothly than before on the next rooftop.
But he had no time to relax or even celebrate that fact, as shortly after another thump sounded behind him on the roof.
That damn bulky hunter was still after them.
How the hell was he supposed to loose the other hunter? The little girl's father looked around frantically, hoping to find anything that could help him. But the only thing he spotted besides all the buildings was a large bridge in the distance – and he wasn't sure how that could help him if at all.
But he had no more time to think about that as he heard a menacing growl behind him, so that he jumped out of the way instinctively – merely avoiding being pinned down to the ground by a hair breadth.
The slightly smaller hunter hurriedly leaped to the next rooftop, only to yelp out of shock as something cold and wet caught one of his ankles and brought him crashing down to the ground. Instantly he wrapped both of his arms around his pup and pressed her close to his chest, as his side collided painfully with the hard surface of the rooftop.
Groaning miserably he opened his eyes again, which he had closed before out of a reflex. What the heck just happened?! He quickly looked down at his ankle as he felt a tugging sensation there.
It didn't take him long to realize that a disgusting fleshy thing – was that a freaking tongue?! - was tightly wrapped around his ankle and was pulling him steadily across the roof and nearer to the edge of the rooftop. If he wasn't mistaken then that had to be a tongue of a smoker.
He hissed out of discomfort, quietly followed by a distressed whimper, while he pressed his little girl closer to his chest, who was shaking really badly by now. Her daddy started to struggle wildly and began to trash violently in the futile attempt to get rid of that damn tongue. But the thing wouldn't let go.
Snarling the hunter in the brown shirt let go of his pup with one arm and used it to grab that slimy disgusting thing, before he started to pull on it.
He nearly succeeded in freeing his leg when he suddenly felt nothing but empty air under his feet. He had noticed too late how close they were to the edge of the roof by now.
But before he could have toppled fully over the edge a sudden heavy weight landed on his stomach, whereupon a choked scream left his trembling lips and all his air was pushed out of his lungs. With a pained whimper he looked up warily, only to spot the big hunter, who had been chasing them, sitting on his stomach with a smug grin on his ugly face. That frigging bastard!
The smaller hunter also noticed that they had stopped moving – even though he could still feel the tugging sensation on his ankle. It seemed like the smoker wasn't strong enough to move the combined weight of himself and the bigger hunter on top of him, so that only his legs were dangling over the edge and his upper part of his body was still lying safely on the rooftop.
He wasn't sure if he should thank the bigger hunter for that or if he should curse him.
With an uneasy sounding growl the slightly smaller hunter wrapped both his arms tightly around the small whimpering form in his arms, before he tried to curl up protectively around her, so that he could protect her from harm with his own body.
He could literally feel the curious and smug glare on him. Grumbling a curse under his breath – which only consisted of some growling noises – the little girl's father examined the bigger hunter on top of him out of the corner of his eyes.
The other hunter was really bulky and at least half a head taller than himself. He was wearing a gray hoodie and green basketball shorts. Even though his face was shadowed by his hood the smaller one could detect an unshaved brown beard with some tiny holes in it.
With a curious sound the bigger hunter reached for Chiara, whereupon her father snapped his teeth at the offending hand with a snarl. That buffoon didn't seem too bothered by it, but he pulled his hand back slowly nonetheless.
The smaller hunter growled furiously as he spotted the amused grin on the other one's face, who was still sitting in a comfortable fashion on his stomach. What a prick. It was decided. He would call the bigger hunter Dickface from now on. He really didn't like that frigging huge hunter.
But besides that it seemed like the hunter with the gray hoodie hadn't realized yet that Chiara was a human girl and not a simple frightened pup. Apparently that Dickface wasn't the brightest bulb in the box.
Chiara's daddy was more than relieved about that. He could even use that to his advantage if he was lucky enough.
He was pulled out of his musings as the tugging sensation on his ankle got more frantic, so that he started to squirm slightly, before he tried to pull his leg in the opposite direction. All the while he didn't leave Dickface out of his sight even for a second.
The bigger hunter finally seemed to notice his discomfort, whereupon he looked over his shoulder and at the slimy appendage. With a snort the bearded hunter clawed at the tongue and easily cut it off with a wet disgusting sounding noise.
Finished with his task Dickface turned around again and looked at the smaller hunter beneath him with a snarky grin, while he puffed his chest out proudly.
What? Did he expect any praise or thanks from him? That prick would get no such thing from him, so that he only growled out of annoyance and rolled his eyes. This whole situation was that bastard's fault in the first place!
Dickface's grin fell at that and instead a pout could be seen on his face, followed by a displeased sounding growl. That guy acted like a big child! What the hell was wrong with that prick?
An exasperated sigh left the smaller hunter's lips as he wondered what he was supposed to do in this situation. All the panic and fear from before had nearly vanished by now and left him with annoyance, confusion and worry for his pup. The poor little thing was still trembling like mad in his arms, but had become really quiet by now, what was more worrying than anything. He couldn't even hear a whimper, only just harsh breathing. But he couldn't investigate further in the matter or try to comfort his little girl right now. At first he had to get rid of frigging Dickface, before the bigger hunter realized that Chiara was human and therefore a potential meal.
Snarling anew the hunter with the brown shirt started to buck helplessly in hopes of throwing the other hunter off of him. Without his feet, which were still dangling over the edge of the rooftop in the air, and without his arms, with that he was holding his pup protectively against his chest, he had no real footing in order to move that heavy weight from on top of him.
If everything Dickface seemed only amused by his futile actions, if his loud cackling was anything to go by. That prick kept sitting on him, while staring at the smaller hunter and smirking.
Chiara's father kept his trashing up for some more minutes, before he collapsed, exhausted and out of breath. That bastard was too heavy for him.
While he tried to catch his breath, he suddenly heard violent coughing in the distance, before a tongue shot out from out of nowhere and wrapped itself around Dickface's torso. The bearded hunter seemed confused at first, but shrieked angrily as he was pulled from the roof with a forceful tug of the tongue.
The slightly smaller hunter could barely believe what just happened. What the actual fuck? He couldn't decide if he was the luckiest or the unluckiest person in the world. Why was his life so full of surprises and weird situations?! That was definitely an unexpected turn of events.
He hastily shook his head and chastised himself. He had no time to wonder about such things and to let such an opportunity pass by.
He hurriedly sprung up on all fours while he bit down on Chiara's hoodie again. With a quick glance out of the corner of his eyes he could spot an angry looking smoker in the distance. Seemed like the green guy wasn't happy about the fact that Dickface cut his tongue off before and stole his meal.
Grumbling something unintelligible under his breath the little girl's father swiftly turned away and jumped away from the scene. He had to get away as quickly as possible, before that buffoon would come back. And he had no doubts that he would.
He just hoped that this day wouldn't get any crazier than it already was...