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Yeah you see right. A new chapter! X'D And it only has been four (or five?) months!
At first a big warning!: This chapter contains gruesome child death, gore and violence! So not for the faint of heart! I warned you! (With this chapter I realized what a terrible person I am :'D)
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Anyway~ Enjoy the chapter, even though it's not a cheerful chapter!
Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead isn't mine, but my OCs are
Chapter 15_Forever Lost
He couldn't sleep. The intense pain, that flared up every time he tried to move, wouldn't let him. He desperately wanted to fall asleep or be unconscious again, so that he wouldn't have to feel this crippling pain anymore – even if it would be just for some hours.
While sleeping he could also be oblivious to the world around him. He wouldn't have to feign sleep, so that he had an excuse to ignore his former pack members and alpha – who were all mingling around somewhere in this building. He wouldn't have to worry about anything, like he was doing right now.
His thoughts returned to Chiara and her father every time he tried to think about something else.
Where were they? Was his little girl safe? What happened to them? Would… would they come for him or leave him behind?
If he was honest deep down he was afraid that his pup and her father would abandon him. He didn't want to stay with Scarface and his pack all alone and helpless.
But on the other hand he didn't want any harm to come to the little girl. It would be dangerous for her and the other hunter to come here. He was certain that his former alpha wouldn't greet them with open arms.
The only thing he could do for the moment was to hope that Chiara's father made the right choice and kept his little pup safe.
In a last attempt to distract himself from these dark thoughts Shark wondered what he could call the bigger hunter. It got annoying to call him Chiara's father. It was too long and reminded him too much of the fact that the other hunter was the little girl's true father.
Huffing under his breath Shark kept his eye closed and ignored all the commotion around him, while he pondered over a fitting name.
His little girl called the bigger hunter Daddy. Could he call him that? For some reason it didn't feel right to do that.
What was the first thing that came to mind when he thought about the bigger hunter? That thing on his head… It had seemed important to him, at least he didn't want to part with it. What was it called again? He knew Chiara had told him the name. Bas-call? No… Ball-cap, capper, cappy. Cappy… That wasn't exactly what it was called, but it sounded similar to Daddy.
Shark thought about it a while longer, before he came to a decision. He would call Chiara's father Cappy. It was short and easy to memorize.
A sudden wet sounding thump pulled him out of his thoughts, whereupon he couldn't stop himself from flinching slightly out of surprise. His nose twitched as the delicious smell of fresh meat reached his nostrils. He was so hungry – nearly starving. Even so Shark didn't dare to open his eyes. Whoever was kneeling just some few meters next to him didn't have to know that he was awake all this time.
Carefully Shark inhaled some air, only to get a whiff of Scarface's scent. So it was his former alpha who sat right next to him with food. What was his damn game? Did the bigger hunter want to taunt him with the meat or did he expect Shark to eat it?
For some long seconds, which felt like hours for the small hunter, it was quiet. But it didn't take long for the alpha to become impatient.
A low and annoyed sounding growl sounded, before a hand was roughly shoved into Shark's side. The small hunter jerked and shrieked loudly out of pain. That hurt! His whole body was still in pain from that fall from the skyscraper.
Panting harshly the hunter in the red hoodie glared up at Scarface, who was grinning down at him. The smaller hunter's suffering still amused the big hunter.
The longer the bigger hunter grinned down at him the more uneasy Shark became. The smaller hunter's glare faltered slightly and a barely audible whine left his lips.
Scarface cackled loudly, before he pushed the bloody flesh in front of Shark's face. Unsure what to make of that, Shark's gaze flickered back and forth between the very tempting meat and Scarface's mean grinning face.
He was so damn hungry! And he needed that food in order to heal faster and to gain some strength back. But the small hunter didn't trust the bigger one. He couldn't believe that his former alpha would give him food just like that.
The hunter in the dark green hoodie tilted his head down – gesturing towards the meat.
Shark still hesitated. Long seconds went by before the small hunter couldn't take it anymore. The hunger was too much! The temptation was too much!
With a soft snarl coupled with a needy whine he reached out with trembling fingers and opened his mouth. But instead of tasting some flesh he bit down on empty air, while his hand clawed weakly for the meat.
A broken growl left his lungs as he glared hatefully at the bigger hunter. He knew it! In the last moment Scarface had grabbed the meat and had pulled it away out of Shark's reach. The smaller hunter hated that shit eating grin. How smug the bigger hunter had to feel.
His own stomach growled loudly out of protest – demanding to be fed already. That only caused Scarface to start laughing. At least one of them had some fun.
Shark gazed tiredly at his former alpha, who quickly stopped cackling and instead shook the meat in his hand tauntingly, before he held it out for the smaller hunter. Scarface looked down at him with an expectant gaze, while he puffed his chest out – demonstrating his whole brawny height.
The smaller hunter just stared into Scarface's empty eye sockets until he realized what the other wanted from him. He scowled and growled out of disbelieve. He would never beg! He would prefer to starve rather than to beg his former alpha for food. He wasn't that pathetic. He wasn't that weak yet.
Shark bared his teeth defiantly, before he turned around with difficulties and presented Scarface his back. He bit his lip hard to prevent himself from uttering any pained sound. Turning around hadn't been one of his best ideas. It hurt! But now he at least didn't have to look at that jerk.
The small hunter cringed as a furious sounding snarl rang out. His former alpha was angered about the fact that he didn't get what he wanted.
Shark expected a new world of pain for him, so that he was more than surprised when instead of receiving a hit he heard Scarface's leaving footsteps and unintelligible growling noises.
With caution he looked over his shoulder, only to see his former alpha's back. He was really leaving. That was new…
Quietly Shark watched how the big hunter stalked through the room – occasionally snarling at another pack member or even shoving and hitting one of them. That lasted at least one hour, before the bigger hunter seemed to have enough. Shark blinked tiredly as he could witness how Scarface vanished out of one of the shattered windows. There went his meal. Again his stomach growled out of protest.
Shark sighed deeply and closed his eye. Maybe he should have swallowed his pride. He really craved that meat right now. Sighing once again the small hunter shook his head slightly. No it was the right decision. At least for now…
With another deep sigh the small hunter finally fell asleep.
Silently the small hunter in the red hoodie crawled along the edge of a rooftop. His sharp eyes rested on the two survivors down in the streets. They were completely oblivious to his own and his pack's presence.
While he observed their potential meal for the day, he couldn't stop himself from nearly drifting off. His eyelids felt heavier with every second. Besides that thoughts of his little pup invaded his thoughts again and again, no matter how much he tried to concentrate on the hunt.
He didn't like to leave his pup all alone in their den. Sure there were also some other huntresses who cared for his little girl while he was gone, but they still weren't his pup's mother. They weren't Flavor!
He still didn't want – no couldn't – believe that his beloved mate was dead. Gone forever. Nearly every night he was plagued with nightmares. Nearly every night he had to relieve her gruesome death. He barely got any good sleep nowadays. He was still grieving for Flavor, while he was worried for his pup twenty-four-seven. He didn't know how long he could keep this up.
He was so tired, so that he nearly overheard the loud screech from his alpha, that was the sign for their attack. The small hunter jolted violently, what caused him to misstep and to nearly fall off the roof. But he recovered quickly and instead jumped off the roof, in order to land behind the two humans. The hunter in the red hoodie growled loudly, whereupon the two survivors whirled around with a shocked gasp. One of them was fast to recover and lifted their gun to shoot at the hunter.
The small hunter barely dodged the bullet, before a big bulky hunter landed on the still shell-shocked human, who crumbled under the heavy weight with a choked scream.
The other survivor with the gun cried out of fear and anger, while they lifted their gun again and shot at the bigger hunter, who was fast to jump away. Without any hesitations left the human pointed their gun swiftly at the small hunter again.
The hunter in the red hoodie made the mistake to look the frightened being in the eyes, whereupon he froze and couldn't stop the low whimper from escaping his lips. Those eyes, so full of terror and desperation and wet with unshed tears. The only thing he could see at that moment was his mate's pain stricken and sad face shortly before she had been pounded into a bloody pulp.
At that very moment there wasn't standing some survivor in front of him but his beloved dead mate.
Not until the sound of a gunshot reached his ears was he pulled out of his trance, only to see that it was too late to dodge. That wasn't the way he wanted to die. He couldn't leave his pup! He was all his little girl had left!
Suddenly a heavy force collided with him and yanked him painfully out of harm's way – even so the bullet still grazed his shoulder and ripped the fabric there. As quickly as the weight came it vanished again, whereupon loud growls, shrieks and the wet sound of ripping flesh and painful screams were heard.
While lying on the ground the small hunter groaned quietly, before he turned his head and watched with bleary eyes how his alpha was tearing the survivor apart in a fit of rage. He was just glad he wasn't suffering the same fate… yet.
Scarface wouldn't be happy with him.
His musings were confirmed, when the big hunter finally let up from the mutilated corpse and instead crawled over to the smaller hunter. With a furious snarl the alpha grabbed the smaller one's neck roughly and pulled him up into a crouching position. He coughed for a moment as the grip got tighter, before Scarface started to shake him violently until the smaller hunter's world started to spin. He groaned miserably, but didn't do anything to defend himself. He was just so tired. And again thoughts of his pup came up to the front of his mind. He shouldn't be out here hunting and getting himself almost killed. He should be in their den by his daughter's side.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as Scarface shoved him not too gently down to the ground, before he pierced his wounded shoulder with his sharp claws to remind him of his stupid mistake. The smaller hunter cried out of pain as tears started to gather in his eyes. After an angry growl from his alpha, he whined loudly and nodded hurriedly to show the bigger hunter that he understood and that he regretted his mistake. Some seconds passed, before the bulky hunter finally removed his claws from his bloody flesh.
Before the smaller hunter could react he was yanked up again by his neck, before Scarface pushed him in the direction of their den with a snarl. He could tell that the bigger hunter was angry at him and also disappointed with him. Ever since Flavor had died he was useless in a hunt. He was constantly exhausted and couldn't concentrate when it mattered the most. He wondered how much longer Scarface would tolerate him in his pack. After all, only the strongest survived.
To him it felt like ages till they reached their den. The way back took a little bit too long and had been painful for him. His shoulder still throbbed painfully. Sighing out of frustration the hunter in the red hoodie followed his pack mates slowly into the building.
He barely stepped fully into the premises as a blue bundle came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground. He hissed out of discomfort as he landed on his wounded shoulder, but quickly put a toothy grin on his face when his little girl looked up at him with concern all written over her little face.
The proud father shook his head slightly and smiled reassuringly, while he carefully set up and slung his arms around his little girl. With a deep purr he nuzzled her head, whereupon she started to giggle and squirm in his grasp. His pup was all he had left, she was his only joy. Never would he leave her alone and make her upset.
He was just glad that even though his little girl also missed her mother, Flavor's death hadn't hit her as hard as it had him. More often than not his pup seemed confused that her mother wasn't around what made her sad, but with a little distraction she forgot all about it again and instead enjoyed the little things in life. He guessed that his little girl was too young to really comprehend what happened to her mother.
Once again the small hunter was pulled out of his musings as an annoyed sounding growl reached his ears. Slowly he turned his head, only to come face to face with the scarred face of his alpha, who was looking at his little girl with plain disdain on his face.
He growled warningly, while he pulled his pup tighter against his chest. He didn't like the look on Scarface's face. Before the situation could escalate in any way the small hunter stood up and crawled away – up to the higher floors, where he retired in his dark corner with a lot of dirty and ragged blankets and pillows.
With another sigh he curled up and started to nuzzle his little girl's head again, who was yawning loudly by now and started to snuggle up to his chest. It didn't take long for him to drift off, dreading the coming nightmares.
Surprisingly the next time he woke up it wasn't because of one of his nightmares, but because someone was shaking him roughly in order to wake him up.
Groggily he turned on his back – clutching his still sleeping pup to his chest – and looked up at the culprit. No other than his alpha himself was crouching over him with a deep frown. The smaller hunter cocked his head with a questioning look. What was the problem now?
With an impatient snarl Scarface grabbed his chin and turned his head to the side so that he could see the other two big hunters sitting not too far away. Oh… his alpha wanted to go on a hunt. Then why did the bigger hunter want him to go along when he screwed up so bad last time?
Whatever the reason the smaller hunter couldn't care less at the moment. He was still too tired to go on a hunt right now. With a loud huff the small hunter yanked his chin out of Scarface's grasp and turned around again. He didn't even flinch this time when he heard the angry hissing noise from his alpha.
The bigger hunter should just accept it and leave. It wasn't the first time he refused to go on a hunt. Every other time the hunter in the green hoodie had bugged him for awhile longer before he left in a huff. But that wouldn't be the case this time, how the small hunter had to realize real soon.
He realized too late what his alpha was up to. A shocked sound left his lips and his eyes widened impossibly wide – now fully awake – as suddenly his little girl was yanked out of his grip. The small hunter instantly sprung up and tried to claw for his little girl with a furious snarl.
Scarface just smirked mockingly at him while he held the helpless pup with a hand around her fragile throat in the air. Now awake the little huntress squeaked out of protest and started to cough and struggle wildly.
The small hunter promptly saw red and with a loud and enraged shriek he leaped at the bigger hunter, who dodged his attack at the last second. Before the smaller one could have started another assault, the other two bulky hunters – who had been sitting silently by the sidelines up till now – grabbed his arms and shoulders and pressed him face down to the ground.
He struggled wildly in their hard grasp, snarled and growled and bared his sharp teeth in warning, before trying to bite the hands that were holding him down. Unfortunately he didn't possess the strength to overpower two much bigger hunters than himself. Still he didn't give up. He trashed desperately, bit and clawed at anything he could reach, only to get his face smashed repeatedly into the hard floor beneath him for his efforts. He surely had a bloody nose by now. Not that he cared about something like that in such a situation.
Only when a pained whimper from his little girl reached his ears did the small hunter stop in all his movements. Panicked he looked up with some difficulties. His little girl was crying by now and desperately pulling on the fingers around her throat, which had tightened even more. That bastard was choking his pup!
The small hunter screamed bloody murder, while he glared hatefully up at his alpha. He bared his bloody teeth and growled deep and furious. How dare he?! Why was he doing that?!
With a last desperate try to free herself the little huntress bit down hard on Scarface's hand. The bigger hunter hissed out of slight pain and released the pup from his tight grasp more out of surprise than actual pain. The little girl landed clumsily on the floor, before she stumbled hastily to her father, who was frantically reaching out for her.
But before she could have reached the small hunter sharp claws met with her back and shredded her hoodie together with the smooth skin under the blue fabric. The little huntress collapsed with a pained shriek as the blood from her wounded back started to gather beneath her in a small puddle. The little girl whimpered weakly, while she looked pleadingly into her father's face. That look nearly broke the small hunter's heart, who could just watch in horror at his pup's small bloody form.
He couldn't tear his eyes off his little girl, not even when Scarface started to cackle gleefully.
NO! No, no, no, no! This couldn't be happening! Why?!
A choked pained sound left his lips, while he started anew to struggle wildly. He desperately tried to reach out for his little girl who was slowly but surely bleeding out right in front of his eyes. But no matter how much he tried he couldn't reach her. His claws scratched frantically at the ground just some centimeters away from his pup's body.
He screeched loudly, panicked and angry, as Scarface lifted his little girl again – fortunately not around her throat this time but with a hard grip around her middle.
The alpha looked down at the smaller hunter with a serious face, maybe even a little bit grim, before his lips stretched into a sadistic grin, like he had made up his mind about something.
Without any further warning the big hunter bit down into the fragile neck of the little girl, before he ripped her throat out with his teeth. Instantly dark blood gushed out of the shredded wound, while the little huntress gurgled loudly and started to cough up the dark liquid.
Without a care in the world Scarface dropped the little girl carelessly to the floor, where she landed with a dull thud. Her pained, clouded eyes landed on her father's horror-stricken face, who could just watch helplessly how those grey-blue eyes slowly turned dull and lifeless.
The small hunter could practically feel how his heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. A gut-wrenching scream – so full of pain, terror, despair and lost – left him, whereupon tears and heartbreaking sobbing followed right after.
All the grief and despair quickly turned into blind rage, as Scarface's laughter registered in his brain and reminded him who was responsible for his pup's death. With a furious snarl he freed himself from the grips of the other two hunters – who had weakened their grasps unconsciously.
He leaped at his alpha, who wasn't expecting it, so that both hunters crashed to the ground with the smaller one on top of the other.
Without any hesitation the small hunter took a swipe at the other hunter. He left some deep bloody scratch marks on Scarface's scarred face, before he swiftly bend down and sank his teeth into warm flesh. But instead of his teeth piercing the bigger one's throat like he had intended, he was now biting down on Scarface's shoulder. That bastard had twisted out of the way at the last moment!
He saw the claws of his alpha coming down at him out of the corner of his eyes, so that he quickly let go of the bigger hunter and jumped back in order to dodge the attack. He barely landed on all fours, before he had to roll to the side to dodge another attack. He also dodged the next four attacks from his alpha, before he tripped over something and tumbled to the floor.
Only as he registered the wet feeling under his palms, die he realize what caused him to trip. He turned his head in horror only to come face to face with his pup's lifeless face. He froze and a pitiful whine left his lips, before he shook his head violently, but still he could not look away from the gruesome sight while he struggled to his feet.
But before he recovered fully a heavy weight landed on his back and forced him back down to the ground. All the air was pressed out of his lungs as a choked sound was heard.
Scarface's hand landed on the small hunter's head and pressed his skull hard into the ground – all the while his gaze wouldn't leave his pup's dead eyes. A fact that seemed to not sit well with the bigger hunter.
The alpha turned him roughly around on his back, before he grabbed his chin and forced his head up, so that he had to look in the other one's face. Scarface's mocking face was the last thing the small hunter saw before his world went black and turned into immense pain.
He screeched out of agony and started to trash, as sharp claws attacked his right eye. He barely registered the wet sounding squelching noises that emitted from his right eye, where Scarface's clawed fingers were digging deep into his eye socket. It hurt! It hurt so much! And he couldn't see!
It felt like eternity till the alpha finally pulled his bloody fingers out of his right eye socket. The hunter in the red hoodie whimpered pitifully, while he panted harshly. He opened his still intact left eye painfully only to realize that he couldn't see anything on his right side. A panicked sound left his lips as he started to frantically push against the bigger hunter's chest. He was still in pain, confused, disoriented, angry and so damn much terrified.
He wiggled out from under the big hunter, who wasn't preventing him from doing so. With trembling limbs the small hunter scooted back until his back hit a wall. With a distressed whine he looked with his one teary eye at Scarface, whose expression he couldn't make out. Everything was so blurry.
Still the small hunter realized something. He only had two options now.
Either he stayed here, submitting to his alpha fully, probably suffering for the rest of his miserable life or he fled, leaving the security of a pack behind, to be free, trying to survive on his own. The choice should be easy and still he was torn between the two options. The pain that clouded his mind didn't help either to clear his mind. It was hard to think very clearly.
As the blurry form of his alpha stepped towards him, he was grabbed with so much terror, that he made his decision instantly. He couldn't stay here! Never! He rather tried his luck out there alone than to suffer anymore under that sadistic bastard.
With a new adrenalin rush he dashed towards the next best shattered window and dived headlong through it.
Still in agony and half blind he fled from his home, from his pack, from his alpha into the dark of the night. Never looking back once.