Sinnamon

Adrenaline Rush

"So, what now? Will you kill both of us?" The woman, Catalina, asked uncertainly.

Sindra didn't say anything, but the answer was already obvious. She hadn't been expecting to find a couple of low profile werewolves at some random hotel in Florida, except she wouldn't be getting paid to kill them. Almost not entirely worth it, but it was still going to be satisfying to wrench her silver knife deep into their stomachs, though. It didn't matter if she wouldn't be getting any more money.

"Why don't you just save yourself the trouble and kill me now, perra?" The woman in Sindra's chokehold managed to sneer. Her bravery was impressive, to say the least.

"Maria, don't—"

    Sindra chuckled. "That's actually not a bad idea, perra." Then before the other werewolf could react, Sindra buried the silver knife deep into the woman's throat and threw her to the ground. Catalina ran towards her now, crying out. "Maria, no! What have you done? Why would you do that to yourself?"

Then she softly spoke in Spanish to her fallen friend as she lay on the ground, choking on her own blood, but Sindra didn't care enough to listen. "And what about you? Do you want the same fate as your friend? Or would you prefer a slower death?" Sindra couldn't help but feel satisfaction that the lives of two extra werewolves were now in her hands.

Catalina had the guts to glare up at Sindra as she crouched at Maria's side, who was somehow still alive. "Screw you, Sinnamon. Go on and kill me too, I could care less. Maybe you could snag one of my teeth from my carcass as a reward."

Sindra felt a burning satisfaction within her at the sound of her infamous nickname. It was a name that most werewolf hunters knew to never challenge, just another thing that told Sindra she truly was making a mark as a hunter. "No, I'm not gonna kill you just yet. That would be too easy."

    Catalina began to curse again in Spanish as Sindra killed the fluorescent lights by punching one of the nearby light switches, shrouding the room in shadows. A werewolf's vision was more than twice as strong as that of a hunter's, so Sindra was sure Catalina could still see her hovering nearby. "That's better. Now I want to hear you scream."

And then, she did.

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Later on, Sindra returned to her room. After killing the two werewolves in the supply room — she had just barely prevented herself from getting bitten by Catalina, and it turned out Maria hadn't quite been dead yet — and then successfully disposing of the bodies somehow, she still didn't feel tired. She had to remind herself it was still nighttime, although with the adrenaline coursing through her system, she felt like she could stay awake for another few days.

But she wasn't going to do that.

Sindra despised the idea, but she needed to rest for the remainder of her time here in Florida. She knew she would hate herself later if she didn't do so, so she decided now would be a good time to do it. Especially after killing two rogue werewolves that weren't even on her hit list.

Once Sindra returned to the hallway that her room was on, she froze when she saw the door was ajar. Had she done that? No, she knew she had closed it before hunting those werewolves...

Sindra gripped her silver knife, not caring if anyone from the hallway would see her, although the hallway was vacant. She crept into her room, knife poised at her side and at the ready, but saw nothing in the modest-sized space. She knew something was here though... her hunter senses were never wrong.

If this damned hotel was hiding another werewolf, and it had somehow crept into her room, then it would just mean another unpaid kill. It was odd anyway that the other two werewolves had barely fought back against Sindra, so maybe they knew another werewolf here and had sent it to try to kill her instead...

That hardly made sense, considering that she didn't even know if this intruder was even a werewolf or not.

"Enough," Sindra muttered to herself, working to silence her thoughts as she came up to the closet. She yanked the wood door open and slashed her knife through the small and dark space, but nothing was in there.

Then something moved in the bathroom.

Sindra froze, then stealthily crept up to the open space and turned on the light, banishing the darkness so she could see her intruder.

But right as she was about to keenly slash her knife through the air, she recognized her hunter friend, Drew Koda.

    "What the hell!"

"Woah woah! Chill out, Ghostface!" Koda snickered at his own stupid joke, hands raised in the air. "I didn't mean to startle you, but I was just trying to look for you. I didn't realize you were going to be so paranoid."

    Sindra scowled and almost threw her knife onto the floor out of sheer frustration, but she didn't do that. "Koda! What are you doing here, and how did you manage to find me? It's not that I'm not relieved to see that it's you, but you'd better start talking."

"Yes, and I will get to all of that, but the reason I came out here in the first place is because of the news I'm about to share with you. It's way too important to share over the phone, and besides, I wanted an excuse to revisit my home state." He grinned sheepishly at her before ambling past her and into the main area, flopping onto her bed.

    Sindra remained in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the frame as she stared at her friend. "Okay fine, you can tell me this 'incredibly important' information first. Just spill so you can start explaining all that other stuff."

"Alright, here goes." Koda took a deep breath. "So that one werewolf, the most important one you've been hunting this entire time... it's made its appearance again in Texas just a few days ago. And as of right now, it's on its way up to Oregon."

The room fell deathly silent after that.

Sindra knew what she needed to do. It didn't take much deciding for her to plan that she would deliver her client's proof and receive her payment, and afterwards she would go up to Oregon and hunt that bastard down.

    She didn't even care how Koda had even found out about this werewolf's whereabouts, although he had been trying to help her find it for years now. Sometimes it wasn't so bad to work with other hunters, especially with a unique guy like Koda. She had only known him for about two years now, and he was still proving himself to be a worthy ally.

"Wow... alright then. Thank you Koda," was all she could think to say.

    Koda just nodded. Then he solemnly said, "Mind if I come with you up to Oregon? You may need some help taking this thing down. I have a feeling he's not gonna be as easy as the others we've been hunting."

Sindra thought for a moment. Yes, she wanted to take this thing down on her own, the very thing that had targeted her and failed to kill her... but having the help of another hunter like Koda was too good to pass up. She needed to take advantage of having someone there to help her, because in the preternatural hunting business, it was hard to get this lucky to have backup.

    "Hell yeah you are. Two hunters are better than one, right?"

Koda shot up from the bed and pumped his fists into the air. "Yes! We're goin' to Oregon, baby! This thing's goin' down!"

    Sindra couldn't hide her smile at her friend's excitement at helping her find her failed assassin.

This was almost a guaranteed victory for sure. Sindra could almost taste it.