Running With a Demon *hiatus*

Chapter Three: Wendigo Die And so Many Can Lie

It has been three weeks since I last saw Sam and Dean. I was now in Minnesota. I catched a wave of news about a Wendigo in a large forest there. So I sped off towards a motel. After checking in, I slung my bag down on the bed. It was nightfall so I wasn't going to be heading into the forest tonight. I pulled my boots off and tossed my jacket off. Flipping down onto the bed beside my bag, my phone rang loudly.

I groaned and picked it up saying hello.

"Haven't heard from you in awhile. You doing okay?" a deeper voice said on the phone.

I chuckled, "I'm doing fine, bout to get some rest before killing a Wendigo tomorrow."

Wendigos are monsters that originated from Algonquian legends. They say that in the rough winters or times of famine, people who turned to cannibalism, the act of a human consuming human flesh, would eventually turn into a super human with a more skeletal look. Wendigo's are pale grey/white and have super human speed, sharp nails and a burning desire for human flesh. They are good hunters in the day, but a million times better in the night.

"Oh, do you need help at all?" he asked.

"Nah, I'll be fine, but thank you. Where are you guys?"

"Mississippi, small ghost problem."

"How are you guys?" I asked.

"Tired, bruised and a little battered, the usual, and yourself?"

"Tired. Got a nice queen bed all to myself though so after a shower I'll be fine."

"A queen? Now that's unheard of around here."

"Be jealous then," I smirked.

"I shall, anyways, have a good rest and call us later about the Wendigo, Dean and I killed one over a year ago and it was a nasty bastard."

"Alright, I won't let you worry, goodnight Sam."

"Night Tessa."

I ended the call and placed my phone down. Rolling off my bed, I stood up and stripped my clothes off. Turning the shower on I waited until the water was hot before I jumped in.

After I was done cleaning myself, I headed back out and changed into some pyjamas. I slid into bed and fell asleep shortly after my head hit the pillow.

The next morning, my alarm went off at 7. I sat up and looked outside, sun rays were peeking through the curtains, letting me know the sun was up.

Getting out of bed I grabbed my bootleg jeans and a navy blue t-shirt. Slipping on my trusty black converse I grabbed a dark green jacket and packed everything in my duffel bag. Leaving the motel room, I unlocked and opened one of the bags on the side of my bike and grabbed a flare gun. Locking it back up, I moved to the other side of my bike and unlocked the other bag, grabbing a couple decent sized knifes I hung them on my belt and covered them with my jacket. I locked that bag up then parked my bike in a garage out back after asking the owner. Then I grabbed some food and began my trek into the forest.

Hours later I reached the site where people had been camping. It was an honest wreck. The tents were torn apart and shredded. Camping gear was strewn everywhere and blood was evident. I immediately began searching for signs of struggle or maybe signs of a body (or bodies) being drug across the earth. Heading north I found drag marks and I continued to follow them for a few metres, eventually, and like usual, the marks disappeared, likely when the wendigo started to move too fast for physical marks to be left behind. They are supernatural creatures for a reason. Nevertheless, I continued North, looking for any signs of caves or lots of rocks or somewhere cold and dark that the bony creature would be hiding. I glanced down at my watch and the time read 2:23pm. I started walking into the forest at 8:30am. The sun would probably set at 4:30-5:00pm, meaning I only had a couple more hours to find its den, save the people and kill the monster.