Night-scare (Boyxboy)

7. A ray of light

I looked at the silent hunter in front of me. He kept fidgeting and looking around the room with fear clear in his eyes. I tried to study him a little bit more now that he was alone. A couple seconds ago, Turner removed the other hunter out of the room, because he is convinced this one will actually talk to us, if the more dominant guy isn't in the same room as him.

His hair was mated and fell on top of his head in a dirty mess. His green eyes were fidgeting from me back to the floor and to the door. It was clear he didn't know what to expect anymore. But you could clearly see the tears from a while ago still shining in his eyes, covering them in little layer of wetness. But at least he was still unharmed, well from any mayor physical wounds at least. I'm not so sure the shock and all that other shizzle won't mess with his head.

The door opened again and Turner walked back in the room with a soft smile. "Man, your friend sure has a mouth on him." The hunter looked up and lifts his shoulders as much as possible.

"It wouldn't be the first time it brings us in trouble." His voice was lowered a couple tones, like he was whispering it, unsure if he was even allowed to respond to something like that.

Turner grinned. "I believe that! Okay so care to give us your name?"

The hunter looked at us all with a light grimace dusting his face, before he exhaled loudly and nodded his head. "Lauren." He looked at us before softly continuing. "My parents got killed by rogue wolves when we were out camping on my fifth birthday. I remember we were having so much fun. We had spent the day out swimming, under the sun in the middle of the woods. We had our tent put up for the night and we had started a small campfire, to sit around. I remember my father making it because I always wanted to do it once."

"The next moment I know all I could hear was the snarling and the sounds of screams and jaws being closed down. It a horrible sound, hearing its jaw close around something, the crunching sound it makes with that thing it comes in contact with. It's horrible, it really was. My dad tried to pull me out of there sighed and he told me to run. I did what he told me. Like every little kid of 5 tries to do when he is afraid and his father tells him to do something. It took me an hour of walking around in the woods screaming for my parents, to realize they would never come."

Lauren's voice faded out at the end of his sentence, his eyes complete glazed over, completely lost in a memory, a memory I was sure, he didn't really want to relive ever again. We, wolves, don't even like rogues, it's even difficult for us to get rid of them. 2 adult humans and a little boy would have had no chance. How horrible that all may sound, it's the truth.

"It took the police a couple of days to find me, they had found my parents and asked me hundreds of times what happened. You know what they told me after I explained them about monsters with red eyes?" He looked up at us with tears in his eyes.

The raw emotion could be smelled all over the room. I looked over at Corner, seeing he was trying to do the same as I was.

Try to ignore the smell of grief, it's suffocating.

"They told me I probably watch to many movies, because monsters with red eyes didn't exist. I told them about those wolves. They didn't care." The tears were running down his face. Slowly dripping from his chin down on his dark black pants.

"A while later I met this man, I wish I remembered his name now but I don't. He told me he had heard what happened and that he believed me. I was happy, finely someone believed me!" He le tout an empty laugh.

"He let me see those red eyed monster he had captured a few, but he also had normal human men and women sitting in cages. He told me they were all monsters. I believed him. I started training with him, to make sure no one ever had to feel the way I felt right after I lost my parent. I was going to kill all the red eyed monster before they could get to us."