Sinister (Lethal Fear: Book One)

11 - Beginnings

"Are you okay?" Dylan asked as we literally dragged ourselves down the barely visible dirt road. 

My stake was practically glued to my hand although my wrist was barely hanging on. The female Sixth, although dead, had done some damage to my wrist. I was sure it was broken and my back felt as if it had been ripped open.

I didn't know how Dylan was doing as he wouldn't say but every once in awhile, he'd grimace.

"I'm fine," I managed. "The sooner we get back the better."

We didn't say anymore and I was glad. The relief was finally sinking in. This might just be over. Well, there were other things to worry about such as Christine's sixth bite but that was something for another time. I tried to focus on getting back to the camp.

Suddenly, Dylan stopped short, panting heavily. We stopped directly under the moonlight and I could now see his wounds better. Tiny trickles of blood leaked from the side of his head, the wound was right beside his temple.

His hands were bloody but that was probably from holding his stake so hard.

"Maybe we should bandage that." I pointed to his side wound.

However, he shook his head. "No, I'm good."

I knew that had to be a lie. His face was starting to grow purple. With all my might, I ripped my shirt sleeve with my best hand which was hard to do. Regardless, of not having anything broken. 

Dylan didn't protest when I wrapped the sleeve around his bloody head. He only winced. "If we stay in these woods any longer, we're gonna run into more."

"I know." I murmured but that was the least of our worries, in my opinion.I could handle Sixth very well but injured, that was suicide.

Once Dylan was bandaged up, we continued on at a fast pace. Well, for us at least. We didn't say much but I think thats because Dylan was trying his hardest not to succumb to his wounds. I was worried about him the most. Wounds near the temple were known to knock somebody out. We needed to get to help.

It was halfway through the night that I noticed the strange change in the atmosphere. 

Dylan pushed me out of the way before I could react. I felt myself hit the ground with such force that I was suddenly have tunnel vision.

There were two of them. Two men. Their hollow black eyes could barely be seen through the dark which is why he hadn't noticed them watching us from up above. One of them, the red head, jumped at Dylan, managing to knock his stake out of his hand.

Just as I got to my feet, the black head, was on me in a flash. He let out a sscream that seem to do no damage to me. I had already went temporarily deaf in the last attack so my ears were adjusting to this new sound.

I tried to swing my stake but it seemed the move was not as fast as it should be. It was going almost in slow motion. So slow, in fact, that even the Sixth hesistated but that wasn't enough.  He knocked the stake out of my hand and I desperately tried to get the next move in.

However, my reflexes were too slow. 

He pinned me to the ground with a menacing smile that showed his black gums, dripping with blood from an earlier kill I guessed. I knew he was going for the kill and I began moving my head around, trying not to give him a clear shot. It worked as his teeth dug into the dirt.

That was my chance.

I rolled right out from under him. I rolled right over my stake and I grabbed it with urgency now. However, my actions were slowed down due to my wounds. The Sixth was coming towards me so fast, I didn't have time to react.