The Myth Of Riki

Chapter 1-Choices

Well it's wolf season, and all the hunters are ready. I Kevin Long, is the best hunter in Jasper Park, Canada. Yet, I've read some Vlogs and papers and hunters have reported seeing strange visions of some sort of wolf man or whatever. That made my nerves go from a Sunday jog to a 25 meter dash.
About 3 hours of loading weapons and sharpening hunting knives, I was ready. Someone knocked on the wooden door of my small cabin, it's odd that I have a cabin in the middle of the wood. I opened the door, and on top of the steps was a tall man in a camo hunters vest with camo pants and black boots that went to his ankles. He had rough dark skin lips with some huge fish eyes that were bright brown and dark brown skin. I greeted, "Hey Carter! How are you?"
I raised my eyebrow as he put his hard hands over his mouth and chuckled." I would be doing better if you had pants on," he grinned. What does he mean? Glancing down my eyes shot as I noticed that I was still in my underwear. My cheeks transitioned from cold red to rose bushes instantly. "Oh, excuse me!" I muttered. I sprinted throughout the small cabin shuffling through piles of clothes on my wooden bed. I put on a black vest with a long sleeve shirt under. I had on black cargo boots and cargo pants with hornet colored gun range shades. My hair was spiked back and my skin felt smooth, and yes, I do touch myself sometimes. Cater wandered around the main room taking pictures of the animal mounts I had on display. "So what are we killing this week?" He asked. "Brown wolves," I said hoping he would get excited. He raised his eyebrow, "wolves?" " Yea, it will be fun!" I clocked my shotgun.
He sighed and nodded after about 20 minutes of movie silence.
"Lets rest up for tomorrow," I said. He looked outside the window and the sun hid behind the tall oak trees. Something licked between my cold fingers. Looker, my black lab. He was big and he had dark brown eyes with a lightning shaped scar sitting under his left eye. To be honest , he's the coolest looking dog I've ever seen. "Aww, there he is!'' I said running my fingers through his thick fur. Carter fell asleep on my wooden couch with his gun across his chest. Is everything in this cabin wood? Then again I built it in the woods so I guess so. I creaked the door open and slipped out onto the porch. The wind was mild and the forest was calm and quiet. I climbed into my hammock across the left side of the porch. After I pondered for 10 minutes with Looker by my side, I dazed off to the world of slumber. Sometime passed, in dream time about 2 hours. In my mind, I saw the head of a wolf that was floating deep in space. It opened and closed its jaws repeatedly, was it talking to me?
I drifted closer to it. "This is your warning. Turn back now. Leave us alone or suffer the consequences," It speeched. What does it mean? The wolf faded away before i could ask so once again there was nothing but black space. Another 2 dream hours later, A vision of what appeared to be the home of the Devil rippled into my view like dancing water.I movied the demons beating and torturing prisoners. One of them was me. Blood dripped from the streaks of wip marks leading down from my shoulders to my waist. My hands and ankles were chained to a rusty looking steel pole. A demon kicked me into a fiery inferno.I suddenly felt the ground shaking. Earthquake! I thought.
Waking up screaming earthquake like a girl isn't the best way to start my day is it? Carter was shaking me and Looker sat next to him. I groaned and blinked my eyes slowly as i fell off my hammock. "Aarf!" Looker barked. "I just had the weirdest-, "Cmon we have to go!" Carter threw his shotgun to my chest and my boots. "Ugh," I groaned. I put everything on and the scouted out into the wilderness. We searched from the head of the forest to the toes. Nothing was found except Mosquito bites and a few rabbits. "Maybe tomorrow," I said. Looker started barking as i turned around. Carter knelt down and palmed his ears,"What is it boy?" He sniffed the ground a few times then darted through the bushes as we pursued. I held in the pain as sticks and branches cut my legs. He stopped and looked at me with his big brown eyes. There behind him was a big brown wolf eating the carcass of whatever animal it killed. "Good job boy!" I whispered. "Are you sure about this?" Carter worried. "I've been seeing and hearing truck loads of weird things but its all about the sport right?" Carter shook his head and strolled off, "I don't kill wolves bro." Pfft! Fine who needs him? I loaded my shells and aimed it at the wolfs head. That vision played tug a war with my urge to pull the trigger. The shot was fired. The bullets cut through the air but they somehow bounced off a light green shield protecting the wolf. Before I react, a wolf stood on its hind legs wearing native american clothing with tribal tattoos painted all over its body stood in front of me. It didn't look that friendly either. I grabbed Looker and dashed away tripping on deformed rocks. I looked back and saw that he had fired a arrow with his bow and it struck my heart. "Aarg!" I cried. Blood painted the grass and i found myself on the ground breathing hard. I slowly lifted my head and saw the wolfs feet in front of my face. The Myth Of Riki was true. He grabbed onto my neck and lifted me into his line of sight. It was the wolf in my dream, the one described by other Hunters on Vlogs, the one in the papers. Looker was by his side grinning. I coughed, "Why Looker, Why?" The Wolf God struck me with the back of his hand or paw, whatever it has. "Silence mortal!" he yelled. His voice wasn't deep, he almost sounded like a human teenager. He opened his jaws and spoke, "Kevin Long, for crimes against the laws of nature and for having a dark heart, you shall pay with life of punishment." I couldn't move my body, the pain grew, I couldn't talk or scream. Even if i tried, i had a arrow in my heart and nobody would save me. He dropped my slowing dying body to where i was on my knees. Dark Demonic Fire sparked behind me and the presence of a dark man stood behind me. He had red and black battle armor and his skin was lava, and his eyes glowed red. It was Hades, the God of the underworld. "Forever torture this mortal," Said Riki. Hades nodded and his eyes struck deep into my soul as he lifted me off the ground with a evil grin. We sank below Riki's feet and we dropped to the underworld. My wrists were chained together and demons marched me to a dark room with a steel door. I was thrown in and all sorts of torture devices laughed at me as they dangled from the wall on hooks. The first one was a wip. Each strike got harder and more painful each time. I couldn't bear the pain of the blood showering down the skinless streaks on my back. Hades then flamed in front of me. He laughed and said, "Once you commit crimes, they haunt you forever." His demons searched for more ways to bring me misery as he walked to the steel door. He grabbed the handle and with his deep dark voice he stated, "Welcome to life in hell Kevin Long." The door was shut and my soul was consumed by darkness. I knew at that moment, that my life, was over.