The Eclipse

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐡

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My name is Hannah Cleaver, I am fourteen years old and right now I am running for my life.

You may wonder why a teenage girl like myself may be running for her life.
No, I'm not being a 'rebellious' teenager.
No, I am not having a temper tantrum because I didn't get my way. I wish that were the case.

This nightmare, all began just over a year ago on the evening of the half eclipse. I don't know where the werewolves came from, it's almost as if they magically appeared.

I've lost count of how many of those beasts I have killed and evaded, but everytime one goes down there always seems to be two more taking their place. All I can do is pay attention and know when to flee.

What's happening right now you ask? Well, they're after me and it's been so long since I last saw another human so I'm feeling all alone.
Behind me, I see what appears to be three monstrous silhouettes sprinting to catch up with me.

My heart is racing as I try to figure out a plan.

My pace is slowing and I instantly realize my backpack is weighing me down. It's only a matter of time before they're onto me. My only choice will be to fight, my life may depend on it.
I pull my knife out of its sheath with a swoosh. Ready for anything that comes my way.

The fog is so thick now I can hardly make out his initials carved into the handle. As I turn around I see the soft glow of the moonlight reaching through the fog. I can barely pinpoint the outline of tonight's full moon.

I start to hear branches breaking and leaves rustling all around me.

Is my mind playing tricks on me?

Is my reality as scary as my imagination?

The silhouettes of six werewolves emerge from the eerie fog. I am so exhausted, my movements are sluggish.

Have I fallen into their trap?

I frantically peer through the fog trying to ignore my racing pulse. I search for any opening between the beasts as the flashback of my worst memory hits me.

𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟐𝟑, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟕 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐨)

"𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬," 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨," 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝. "𝐍𝐎"! 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭, " 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬. "𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧" 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞"
"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧." "𝐍𝐎 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞!" 𝐈 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥!! 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐬 roughly 𝟏𝟓 feet 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, Jake 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 "𝐆𝐎" 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝! 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡.
𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

Now back in reality after reliving the traumatic events of my brother's final moments, I am angry. I am frustrated, determined and seeing red.

  I am not going down without a fight.

I am not going to let the death of my brother be in vain.

I now find myself with a renewed sense of strength. I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins as I jump into battle, lunging, feinting, slicing and swiping.

I destroy anything and everything in my path.

As soon as the fog starts to dissipate, I look at my surroundings to see the damage I have done. Four werewolves lay at my feet barely breathing.

Blue and purple bruises cover my body. I begin to calm down and feel my left arm throbbing. I look down, I can feel the bile rising in my throat.

Blood is pouring from a gash at least 3 inches deep and a foot long. I need to think fast, I am losing a lot of blood. I cut strips of my undershirt to use as a bandages.

Just as I start to address my wound I hear a growl behind me, I quickly turn around as two werewolves jump on me like a cat trapping a mouse. I slash upward with my knife, slicing across both of their muzzles.

I collapse under the weight of these two monsters, knocking the air out of me.

I panic, I can't move and my claustrophobia starts catching up to me.

The last thing I remember before slipping into unconsciousness were claws raking across my face.