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Wendigo Hunt

Wendigoes were the scariest things to hunt in my opinion that is. Others might say that werewolves or vampires or shape shifters are. Not me, wendigoes are pretty evil creatures, according to Algonquin lore wendigoes were once human, however they were abandoned on a mountain and turned to human flesh to survive. They would eat anyone who came near them and then they went through a metamorphosis stage where they started to grow. Seven feet, eight feet sometimes nine feet tall. If you don't think that's scary enough try being just a little over five feet tall weighing in at less than a hundred and twenty pounds, that's me: Anastasiya Arlovskaya. I hunt monsters. I'm not much of a writer but I can tell you from years of living everyday being Halloween or Friday the thirteenth you learn a few things. How to protect yourself, how to protect others, and the last one is a little gruesome: you can't save everyone, and boy do I despise that rule.

There's certain ways to kill different creatures for instance ghosts you have to salt and burn the remains. Demons well I haven't exactly figured that one out completely all I know is if you trap them and exorcize them it sends them back to hell, so that's always fun. Vampires you may think about the whole stake to the heart, no thanks that just pisses them off; in order to kill a vamp, you have to slice their heads off their shoulders. Shape shifters are fun too, silver bullet to the heart or a simple slice through the neck. Ever hunted a Pagan god? If the answer is no, keep it that way, depending on the god, they're pesky. Basically I was raised as a warrior, any silver that my parents went out and bought we melted down into bullets, blades and anything else we could think of which would make good weapons. I'm not the only family who was brought up this way; there's another family just like my own (with a few twists of course). The Winchester family is made up of John, the father, Dean, the eldest, Sam and Allen, the two who tried to run who couldn't quite get away from the life. Allen and I have been together since grade school, yeah together, together; however, I had no idea we were so similar I had always thought we were worlds apart. Guess I was wrong.

We first found out that we were both hunters during my first year back at it, and well it wasn't such a nice way honestly. My brother and I were travelling through the woods of the Algonquin Park in northern Ontario trying to track the bloody creature which we'd been following now since god only knows when. Turns out, we weren't the only two hunting this thing. I pointed at the body of what looked like an old car, "See look." I said carefully pointing at the vehicle. We approached it, it was a '67 Chevrolet impala, four door and absolutely gorgeous when it came to old muscle cars. Better than what Aleks and I drive around in.

"The den should be around here somewhere..." Aleksander said carefully as I fingered the large silver katana I had sheathed on my side. The loud screams were enough to freeze blood, and yeah even hunters got a little freaked out. Contrary to popular belief, I honestly could have wet my pants. I moved closer, the screams sounded human, meaning the wendigo was probably chowing down on dinner. Aleksander's gun was cocked and loaded with silver bullets. If he missed, I got to go in, sword swinging. Honestly my twin brother and I were getting pretty sick and tired of this wendigo. It'd gotten away every single time. When you track something up four states and into Canada and have to chase it into the northern most part of a freaking province you tend to get a bit frustrated with it.

There was no telling how many bodies this thing had gotten, how many innocent campers this thing had killed. I didn't care. We moved fast, keeping our bodies low, weaving in and around trees. The low, whimper-like shriek echoed through the seemingly empty woods. The shriek was only a few yards away, and I was not going to let this thing out of my sight until it was dead. Shortly following the shriek was the bloodcurdling scream of a male, it resembled Allen's voice but I knew that wasn't possible. I hadn't seen my boyfriend in a few days since I'd left for Ontario. He'd told me that he had to work, he had a business trip that he was on anyway. I'd only just been talking to him a few hours ago, he'd been at his hotel. If there was anyone who knew Allen it was me, and there was no way that my boyfriend was a hunter. It wasn't possible.

I had been walking along, judging by how close I was to the den by how loud the shrieks from the wendigo grew. I'm telling you, the sound of those shrieks made my blood run cold. Before too long I fell into a hole after losing my footing. I fell and shrieked covering my mouth, just in case the wendigo was inside. The room smelled of rotting flesh and everything was painted in a deep, blood red. The sight, made me sick, I felt like I was actually going to lose the contents of my stomach; instead, I gagged, shining my flashlight out of the hole I fell in a few times, to alert Aleksander that I was safe. Quickly shining my flashlight throughout the den I searched for figures, and shadows; what I saw however, made me sick. Inside the den, attached to a wall chained above the ground was my boyfriend's eldest brother, Dean Winchester. It wasn't that which made me sick, it was the missing chunk of meat out of his calf muscle, if I didn't do something and fast, there was no telling if Dean would still have use of his leg. Dean was unconscious, and hardly breathing, luckily I knew a little trick that could heal him I just needed to not do it here.

Next to him was my boyfriend, Allen Winchester who lay limply hanging off the wall which he was chained to. He had long claw marks trailing across his torso. I heard the same sharp cry of the wendigo and my head shot up. I removed the katana which remained stuck to my side. Moving through the den I felt my entire body tremble in fear as adrenaline pumped through my veins. The further into the den I moved the harsher the scent of rotting flesh got. I moved in and I tripped over an arm, and then a torso and then I forced myself to backflip so I didn't fall on my face. I shined my flashlight on the body, it was the teen who had gone missing two days previous off the native reserve. I was definitely peeved. There was no way this thing was getting away from me again. I wouldn't allow it. In the dim moonlight I saw the figure of what used to be human. It stood at eight feet, towering over me but that meant nothing to me.

"Bastard." I snarled at the beast and held my katana out, so Allen was a hunter? This was enough, I had had enough! Adrenaline pumped throughout my body and I lunged, full force at the creature. I had no sympathy for this creature, yes it had been human at one point but that may have been years ago... I'd been tracking this thing for longer than I can remember and I'd had enough.

It moved at an animalistic speed, I had almost lost sight of it before it screamed sharply, knocking me to the floor. I let out a sharp scream of pain and rolled out of harm's way, grabbing my katana and scrambling to my feet. I wasn't going to let myself die here! I couldn't! I scrambled to get atop the tall boxes which I then jumped down from slicing through the creature's neck like a paring knife through butter. Just in case I thrust my katana through the wendigo's chest and removed a large handkerchief which I cleaned the blade off with and ran out after sheathing my katana.

Inside, Aleksander was helping Allen and Dean down and out to our old battered up Chevy truck, I'd have to drive the Impala back, hooray. I'd adored the car since that day. "Ana." Aleksander looked up at me as I moved out of the truck where he was now buckling Allen and Dean in. I nodded, removing the gas jugs off the back of the truck.

"I know trust me..." I mumbled uneasily and grabbed Dean's keys from his pocket, this was great. I couldn't wait. I pulled the jugs inside the den and emptied each of them before traveling outside the den using the last one to make a trail of gas. I got a safe distance away, lighting a match I dropped it and watched the fire engulf the woods. This was dangerous, but no one could find this den, or anything.