Revenge Of The Hunter

Till Death Do Us Part

I stared out into the cemetery where Bryan and Frank placed headstones for my parents in our hometown. Closing my eyes briefly, I let out a breath. This was it. I hoped they took the bait as I planned. Opening my eyes I grabbed the white rose that sat on the passenger side and I stepped out of the car, making my way slowly towards the graves.

I had only been here once after we escaped. At the time, I didn't know that Bryan had moved to the east coast after my disappearance, but once I found out and was told there was a memorial site for my parents, I came here before heading to New York to see him.

As I walked past the different names of the departed, I keep my ears open for the quietness. The cemetery is in a fairy secluded area with nothing but forestry around. The slight sounds of nature was heard in the darkness, an owl hooting from a branch above my head, along with a squirrel searching for food. I took a left by a weeping willow tree and paused by my mother's headstone. I crouched down, running my fingers across her engraved name.

Rachel Evelyn Callahan

Mother. Wife. Marine. Hero

Forever in our hearts.

I clenched my jaw together tightly as I placed the single white rose against her headstone, her favorite. I eyed the head stone next to her's. My father's was written basically the same, although Husband and Father was engraved instead. My eyes went back to my mother's name as I swallowed hard.

"People usually talk in moments like these right?" I asked out loud, snorting.

I remembered when I came here all those years ago, I let the water works out. I didn't get a chance to after the fire or in the hospital, or even in the facility. I didn't get a chance to properly mourn my dead parents. I didn't know how to act about it either. I wasn't allowed to show emotion in any part of my life, and when I did it was in secret. Alone in my room or in the shower. Even now, I still don't know how to express emotion properly.

"Well, since the last time I've been here, I died a few times." I pursed my lips. "Probably shouldn't start like that but fuck it, it's a one way conversation here." I shrugged a shoulder. "I made it onto the FBI's most wanted list, bet you'd be proud." I said sarcastically. "Killed a bunch of people.. and saved a bunch as well. Don't know if that balances out, but I guess I'll find out when I'm down permanently." I bit my inner lip. "I also got married to that guy I told you about." I looked down at my finger, eyeing the ring. "Still have some trust issues here and there, he's probably searching high and low for me right this very second, but I had to leave. I have to find out the truth and what's going on behind everything."

The wind picked up slightly, making the dead leaves on the grass rustle and blow around. However it didn't mask the sound of booted footsteps that were slowly approaching me from behind. I closed my eyes and listened. Five pairs coming from both sides of me from the forest area. Then they stopped. I opened my eyes at the faint familiar smell of woodsy and floral. I could never forget the irish spring soap my father always used.

The moment it hit my nostrils, I wished deep down it wasn't true. The entire time here I made amends with it, but hoped for it not to be. But it wasn't a coincidence as his signature smell wafted through my senses.

"Nothing for me, huh?"

I looked over at his headstone as his voice came from behind me. Reality came down on me like a ton of bricks. We were right all along.