Chris Evans & His Characters One Shots

The Hunted Part 5

Angela struggled to get air back in her lungs, flailing instinctively against what amounted to a brick wall. It had lunged out of the woods so fast she had not even had a chance to throw up a ward. His huge hand practically covered her whole flat stomach and her wrist in the other was little more than a twig. It felt like he had her pinned a mile off the ground though it was only probably two feet. She tried to kick him in the groin...though she found her legs would not reach to it. The panic that had first consumed her was fading quickly as her conscious forebrain caught up to her animal hindbrain. Her heart didn't give a shit about either one though and was still racing around in her chest like a rocket bike. That probably sounded like the dinner bell to a Werewolf...

The tongue running along the side of her head, long like a dogs but strong like a man's, derailed her brain again. That voice growling in her ear didn't help either, her legs couldn't decide between futilely kicking him and curling up to rub her thighs together with the way his deep tones sank into her bones. Her shorts almost immediately went from mildly damp from earlier arousal to embarrassingly wet. He was challenging her and even though his exact words were a little lost on her right then, something of the primal brat in her responded to the call.

"Fuck you mutt," She growled out just before balling up her free fist and hammering it into his eye. He snarled and jerked away reflexively. That gave her enough room to get both knees up and heave him back...about six inches. It didn't even make him shift his feet but it gave her the opening to twist herself loose of his grip and drop to the root stitched ground. His claws swiped down almost immediately to grab her again but a quick scramble narrowly again got her away. The sound of shearing fabric announced just how close...cold air hit her back through the new rips in her shirt.

Angela tore off into the woods even before the her feet were under her, awkwardly rushing off on all fours for a few strides first. The river was still her best defense...if she could get to the water she could use it to drown this beast. She didn't have silver with her to do it otherwise. She had to keep the chase going. Had to get him there.

She must have hit the thing harder than she realized, it was not chasing her yet. She could feel it's eyes on her but could not hear it crash through the trees on her heels. Maybe she had stunned it?

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Ari winced and rocked from the unexpected strike to his face and the kick off his chest by the small witch, and had she left it at that he would have been simply amused by her moxie. But had she just called HIM a goddamn mutt? A roar bubbled up out of his throat as he slashed his claws through the space she had just occupied in sheer knee jerk anger for the slur on his heritage...he was no domesticated hound.

The sharp hooks caught almost nothing but her flannel shirt, the usually tough fabric parted like tissue paper. A couple thin lines on her back flashed through the rents to show just how near the graze was...and then her ass was up in the air with those tight shorts hugging it as she scrambled away and started running. The way it swayed like a deer, then bounded off cut into Ari's anger enough to remind him that this was not supposed to be a killing game...it was a fucking game. He would show her he was no mutt, he would show this witch who was the tamed one!

He stood and collected himself from the primal rage that had nearly pushed him to kill his quarry, a few deep growling breaths and snorts to center himself again. Angela dashed off into the woods, again towards the water he could smell. The shadows closed around her as she worked another spell on the run, but that didn't hide her from his nose. A nose he planned to bury between those thighs tonight beneath the moon. He gave her a sporting head start...and then started to jog after her. Let her think she could find safety upon a riverbank, he could snatch that delusion away as he pinned her down over a log and tore those hip huggers off with his fangs!

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A quick snatch of leaves and another bit of blood from her split lip and Angela had cast a deepening darkness to hopefully blind the beast. Her hope that he had decided not to give chase faded nearly immediately, the sound of him pushing through underbrush like it was so much fog and shadow started to fill the woods. She stretched her lithe legs and sucked in enough air to make her head dizzy, and chest swell up as she pushed to reach the water. The air coming through her shirt made the fine lines of his near miss burn.

A line of starry moonlit sky appeared and disappeared over and over through the branches ahead. She was nearly there, the wide gap of the stream cutting through the forest would be her salvation. A howl, felt in the bones and hungry, gave her another boost of energy as it came from far too close behind her. She couldn't afford to look back, just had to put her head down and push...the edge of the drop to the water was right there. She would just leap out into the middle of the waist high stream and then summon a water elemental to drag this beast down to drown!

Her foot landed on the edge and she kicked off into the air, one leg trailing and the other stretched out ahead to land on. She jerked to a stop in midair as if someone had snapped a chain to her ankle, and then the werewolf swung her around and tossed her tumbling across the ground towards the woods she just escaped. Air left her lungs and she could feel the rough twigs and roots poke and cut into her before she came rest in a tangled heap of limbs. Leaves and dirt stuck to her and the tears in the back of her shirt finished ripping the last few inches.

Instinctively she tried to rise, holding an arm across her breasts to keep what was left of the shirt in place like an undone bra. She looked around for the thing that had manhandled her with so much ease, trying to think of anything offensive she could do in the moment. She was battered but not broken after all, she could still fight...

The illusion was stripped from her almost as soon as she got the backbone up to try. She had seen the monster towering over her mere feet away on the bank, her mouth started to move in an incantation...she could try and get the ground to give way. But he was upon her again in two strides, forcing her with a paw over her mouth back down onto the matted needles and leaves.

"None of that silly little witch," He said in a growling voice that was more familiar this time, "and none of this either!"

He leaned over her in a crouch as he pinned her head down, Angela twisted trying to get free...even biting his hand as hard as she could. It didn't do her any good and he easily grabbed up the knot that kept the two halves of her top together in the front and promptly yanked it off her like it was a tablecloth party trick. The shoulders of the garment provided no resistance, and the fabric gave a soft shriek a moment before he tossed the rags off into the low branches of a nearby tree with out even looking.

Angela had to choose then between covering herself from his feral gaze or attacking to get free and instincts warred in her as she was made truly prey for the first time ever on one of these hunts. She compromised and beat at his chest and neck with one hand while trying to use the other to cover herself. She writhed in his grip to get another opening like before, her cussing muffled by the dinner plate sized hand over her mouth and chin.