After the four winning hunters left the room Kit began to throw a fit again about how the hunt was his to pursue. Most people dismissed his tantrum and headed back to the penthouse, his mother however decided to stay back and scold him. She smacked the tantrum out of him, and yelled about decorum and respect for other hunters. Even if she had agreed with him, they had a standard to keep. In most people's opinion it was about time she beat his ass anyways. When they arrived back to the Bishops' home she and Mrs. Bishops checked over his shoulder. Avery spent most of the night with Flo. They talked about anything that they could think of. She asked to see his room and they spent quite a bit of time there, with the door open of course, mostly for both their mothers' sakes (even though they were both of age). It was hard for him to believe that the two of them had never really interacted before. Being around her made him feel calm, which was new for him. Usually being around someone he
Boulder was a busy place. People moved about shopping and meeting with friends. The area Mike and Avery were in had a nice aura about it. A mixture of downtown Chicago and L.A. swirled together. The building reminded him a lot of the ones he had seen in Sunnyvale on the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A lot of bricks, open areas, places to sit surrounded by flowers. It was a nice change to the busy "get out of the way" attitude Chicago and New York had. People in Boulder seemed to have places to go but they were not at all in a hurry to get there. However as laid back as they were they refused to talk about what the two wanted to talk about. They all asked them the same questions, how long had they been together, how they met, they commented on their looks. The two hunters quickly figured out that they were both Colorado 10s, it was nice from being Chicago 7's. As annoying as not finding information was, it was nice to be called handsome and stunning several times in one day.
The group arrived at the edge of the forest around 7:00AM. Nobody had really spoken the whole way there. Maybe the fact that we were finally doing this was hitting them. Avery was quiet because he had spent the entire car ride taking the stupid music box apart. He needed to see the inside. He don't know why but the only part of the box that mattered to him was the cylinder and metal comb. The instrument itself was small, it fit in his pocket. Physically touching the metal sent a wave of serenity through him. He was obsessed with this thing. To be honest he was obsessed with a lot of things lately. Or at least he felt strongly about a lot of things lately.It took them several minutes to decide who would carry what. They couldn't believe that they had not thought that through even in the slightest before that moment. Avery had just figured each would carry his or her own things but the girls had different ideas. Considering that tents are just small aluminum tubes and a piece
"Is that honestly all you guys packed for a hunt?" Avery asked angrily storming towards them. The wave of concern Roz had sent his way dissipated but the anger was still there, and now it had found a target, Kit. "What are you stupid?" He pulled on his bag roughly causing Kit to stumble to the side. He pulled away with a frown on his face."Don't lecture me like you know anything more than I do." He snapped back."But there is nothing in your bags?" Mike said looking into Anna's pack."You're six hours away from the nearest city, did you honestly think you weren't going to need food and water?" Avery continued battering him with questions. The anger was taking over him. The dancing lights were swirling around. It was mostly red. Bright red. They were pretty scattered now but he knew they would probably get stronger. "You're not supposed to be out here in the first place!""This is our hunt!" Kit spat back. He tried to stand face to face which was hard whe
Believe it or not this was the first time Avery had ever had to run for his life. He had trained for this in school but surprisingly getting a good grade was not as convincing as death to make a person try to run their hardest. He had not realized just how far away he and Kit had ran from the edge of camp. Mike and Roz's flashlight looked like small candles from where they were. Kit was falling behind, speed was the one thing he had on Avery and he was failing to prove it at a time like this? The only reason Avery noticed was because he was still holding on to the sleeve of Kit’s jacket."Faster!" Avery ordered stumbling over an uplifted root. He re-caught his balance several steps later and continued to move as fast as he could. The wendigoes were just yards behind them and getting closer with every step. They were screeching at them, it felt like they were trying to get in their heads, taunting them the way athletes taunt an opponent. The horrible sounds were coming f
The two young hunters could see the others walking around camp. Roz and Max were pacing back and forth, they were probably the most worried. Mike and Rei had worked out their system with the handkerchief to let the other know they were okay. The others didn't have that system. Besides there was no way Roz would have been calm after she saw something drag her younger brother away in the dark. Roz was the first to see them In the distance. They were at the edge of the viburnum circle where they had been when the wendigoes attacked. Roz began running towable them immediately. The others watched her move confused until they saw Avery and Mike. Rei took off running a second later."Please don't mention the wolves." Avery begged softly. Mike pointed to the ground by camp."The viburnum." Mike whispered as their sibling approached. Avery had not really thought about it, How was he supposed to go in and out if it blocked him. It only took a few seconds more before their older
Not one of the hunters was prepared to deal with how quickly things were going downhill. The Bishops sibling and Brooks arrived to see blood splattered on the floor. Anna lay on the ground face down trying to push herself over. She was shivering and grunting in pain. Roz ran to help her. Avery was the first to notice Max wrestling with one of the wendigoes on the other side of the tents. He drew his viburnum covered knife and ran to help him. Everything was happening too fast and too slow at the same time. Avery could feel the surge of emotions swirling around the camp. He didn’t get to Max, he was tackled to the floor. He landed on his back pain shooting through his injured hand. The wendigo that tackled him was quick to climb on top of him straddling him. Its arm was mangled, purple and black covered its maimed limb.“Avery!” His sister shouted moving towards him.“Help Anna!” He ordered. Max was not injured, so the blood wasn't his. He
It was hard to distinguish which direction the screeching was coming from. The cave had several openings leading out, four to be exact, it could be any of them. Both wolves sat still using their heightened senses to pinpoint where the attack would come from. Mike, Roz, and Max stood close enough to hold hands but far enough to fight without hurting each other. In order to survive they would need to work as a group to the best of their abilities. Avery tried to stay in the shadows as best as he could waiting for the creatures to show up. He was hoping to be the secret weapon that the wendigoes didn't see coming. The screeching grew louder with every second. The sound of their claws scratching the surface of the cave projected throughout the system. Avery took slow steady breaths, the emotions in the room were about to sky rocket, he needed to try to keep his powers at bay. The first wendigo came rushing in from the opening farthest from the entrance, the one that they had entered fro