Short Story

Help! This man is trying to kill me! Help!” I cover my hand over his mouth, muffling his

"It's on its way." The first punch I don't remember, the second I remember colliding with my ribs. I groan as I feel the wave of pain rush across my face and stomach.

“Now this is going to kill ya,” He says while eye searching the area as if he has frightened himself.

“No Sir, I’m sure it's them wolfs again” he said worried, while the chief looked at me with hate.

I slowly slide my hands over to the other lock, carefully picking it. Without a second thought, I impulsively swing my hand around, stabbing Jagger right in the fore-arm with one of the metal tools. He cries out in pain, letting go of me and stumbling back with the tool still stuck in his arm.

A twig snaps behind me and I swing around, instincts putting me in a fighting mindset. Instead of a threat, I am greeted by a grey haired man with shabby clothes and a dirty beard. He stares at me for a few seconds as if evaluating me as a risk and then speaks to me in a calm voice. "“howdy stranger, can I help you with anything?”" I try to reply but still surprised my words fail me. Instead, he continues to speak, "“that’s a deep looking cut you’ve got on your forehead". He moves towards me, limping a little, reducing pressure on his left leg naturally. I step back warily, but he swiftly covers the ground between us and grabs my shoulder with his left hand. His unclean breath blows in my face for a moment, and a shiver of fear and disgust runs down my spine. The shiver leaves as he turns his head to the side, seemingly searching for something on his belt. Out of a small bag attached to his belt he produces a plastic packet. After tearing open the package with his teeth he pulls out the prize, and dabs the alcohol soaked swab on my wound. I flinch as the alcohol seems to burn my unprotected flesh. I grab my forehead in agony

“You don’t want to kill me, Noah.” You warn, your voice low. “They’ll never forgive you if you kill me.”

"Ha," one slurs out, "you think that's something? Wait to y'all hear this." He raises the mug to his grimy face before continuing with a rude burp. "So, I just got finished havin' a tiff with some busty farmer's daughter, a real dairy cow, and I find that wraiths have flooded into the field. The specters start to come after me, but I wasn't intendin' to let 'em get ta' me. Drawin' my blade I strike at the baddies, shredding

The roar of his musket is audible, even from the safe sanctuary of my home. I jerk my head away from the window and cringe. I see a shadow fall down and land with a small thump on the pavement. I decide, wisely, not to watch anymore and walk away from the

The man crosses his arms over his chest, arches his eyebrow. Too late, I realize he’s working with them. This, it’s all planned. His dark stare rises over my head, and he nods.

"At the most I think about it too he is only my second cousin, and I also think about how long it'll me take to kill all your poor poor souls. Pick a number any number."

   I begin to scream buts Jax covers my mouth with his hand, I bite his hand as hard as I can.    "God damn it!" He shouts before slapping me in the face with his other hand.    Blood pours from his hand in the spot that I bit him, I can still taste his blood in my

“Duuucck, get to the ground,” I screamed through the top of my lungs. I am pretty sure that the queen of England could here me. More and more bullets kept coming. I pulled Jacob towards me

“Uhhhehhh.” John murmured something. I can’t hear him but I can tell he’s hurting bad. I tilt my head and lean in towards him. My last piece of hope vanishes as John falls silent. Covered

"No, let go of me!" She clawed on the arm, drawing silver blood in the process.