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02:00 David Halloway Sr. Blackwood Mountain Lodge
The wind shot the snow through the air on Blackwood Mountain. The natural thick, lush forests now covered in thick cold snow. Nature here was untouched, like the mountain itself was alive. The only sign of life being the Blackwood Mountain Lodge, used as a getaway for rent. It was lit up like a beacon, seen for miles.
David made his way through the snowy forest, towards the lodge, the hyena was freezing, but that wouldn't deter him. He couldn't let it. He had finally pinpointed the location of one of the biggest crime bosses in the area: Memphis.
He knew there was something on this mountain that Memphis wanted, all the evidence collected over the years he spent following leads and investigating crime scenes had led him to this mountain. He feared it may have been too late. If Memphis succeeded with his plans many could die. He had to do this. To stop him. To kill him. If not for his duty as a cop. For his son.
He was armed with his 9mm pistol, a bullet proof vest under his jacket, and a taser. He was ready to kill them. Even if he had to lie about them resisting arrest.
He came up to the back end of the lodge, ducking down next to the trash bins. He checked his gun was loaded before slowly moving up the stairs.
He didn't know, but he had already been seen. But not by the Mafia.
He entered the lodge, finding himself in the kitchen. He found a member of the Mafia, a fox, passed out from drinking too much. He couldn't kill him, it would make too much noise, and he still had the element of surprise.
Passing through the double doors into the main open room of the lodge, a room that connected the basement, first floor and second floor, he found that it was oddly....empty?
He kept his hand on his gun as he walked slowly to the stairs, but the first step up was as far as he got before he heard movement behind him. He spun on the spot, pulling his gun out, yet no one could be seen. He began searching the room, looking in places someone could have hidden. Soon enough he'd hear movement again, but this time it wasn't just movement. He felt a sharp pain in his side as he spun and stumbled to the floor.
As he began pushing himself to his feet he wince at a sharp jolt of pain. Looking down he saw a knife in his side. He heard the same movement again. He used the nearby support beam to bring himself to his feet. He went to pick up his gun but was grabbed from behind, the knife being yanked out before he got the chance to react. He yelled out in pain, his vision blurring on and off. All he could hear was his own heavy breathing. Until whoever was holding him leant in from behind and uttered a single word in a light whisper.
"Run."
David grabbed his taser and jammed it into his attacker before barging the door in front of him open, he landed out in the snow, after pushing himself to his feet, he opted to run rather than look back. He ran as fast as he could through the freezing cold snow, holding the bleeding hole in his side.
He eventually spotted a run down shack. He thought that there might be a chance to hide in there. He opened the door and took a step inside. On the other end of the hallway a box fell off of a shelf. Before a wave of fire from a flamethrower shot down the hallway, sending him off balance and back out the door. He managed to keep himself on his feet, he grimaced at another shot of agonising pain. He started in a full on sprint, forcing himself to run through the pain, he didn't even realise he was crying.
Eventually the pain became overwhelming and he fell into the snow. His head was throbbing with pain. He rolled onto his back as he bled into the snow. He closed his eyes for a second, the world slowly moving slower and slower. He thought about his life for a moment, his parents, his childhood, his wife and....his son! No, he wouldn't give up, he had to get back to him. He wasn't going to leave him without a dad. Not today. He forced himself back to his feet, screaming through the pain. He put pressure down on the wound, wincing again.
He began walking forward, he just had to find the cable car station, he could get back to the base of the mountain and call for backup. He pulled out a polaroid picture of him and his son: David Halloway Jr. He smiled slightly, but before he could keep moving he heard something in the woods, almost like a high pitched, yet non natural screech. He slowly backed up, unsure of what the noise was. Before he heard it again, louder, and heard movement closer. He started running in the opposite direction.
While passing through a small shed he tripped and fell to the floor. He hit his head as he landed, he reached up to touch it, feeling blood. His pain had subsided slightly however, the adrenaline in his body had kicked in. He jolted to his feet and kept going, his phone slipping through his pocket and falling down between the floorboards.
He ran out into what he thought was a clearing, but turned out to be a cliff side. He turned to go back, but he saw what was chasing him, and he knew there was no going back. No getting out of this.
Backing up he would find himself at the very edge of the cliff. He took out the polaroid again. Looking down at it he would tear up.
"I'm sorry, son." He said, looking back up to face the danger, however he slipped. Quickly falling down he managed to grab onto a branch with one hand. A flame would burst out above the edge of the cliff. Followed by a figure, kneeling down and reaching out a hand.
David looked between the man's hand and his free hand, which was holding the polaroid. Even if he was pulled up he'd bleed out before help could get here. He took one final look at his son.
