Peachy and Brookey

Chapter 7:the end?

Brookey's prospective
     Where am I? I struggled to move but couldn't. What the- Then I saw it. I was tied to a post. I looked around and saw a shadow shaped like a dog- no two dogs- three. What on earth? Where am I? Why is there dogs here? I had so many questions. "Hello?" I asked anyone-anything. I tried to turn to see what was behind me. A sharp pain shot through my arm. I looked down to see a deep cut in my wrist. Oww... why. Am. I. Here..? Suddenly I heard breathing behind me. The hair on my back stood on end. Something was behind me. Then a sharp endless pain shot through me. The 'something' behind me had stabbed me in the back. A terrified yelp escaped my mouth. Pain. So much pain. It was endless. My ears ringed. "P-Peachy!? Help!" I cried. I will never know if I actually said that or not because my ears were ringed so badly. My vision blurred. I saw blood then darkness whipped over me.
Peachy's prospective
     I ran until I couldn't breath anymore. Another scream "P-Peachy?!Help!" Brookey's voice yelped. I need to get to her. F-for them. I limped towards a puddle of water. I cupped my hands and got a drink. That feels so much better! I need to get to Brookey now. I looked up and saw a small mountain. A gasp escaped my mouth. That's where Brookey is. I started climbing the slope.
Later...
     I reached a small cave in the mountain and crept inside. "Brookey?" I said fearfully. No answer. I looked into a dark corner and saw a post. I stalked towards it. Then I saw Brookey passed out. A cut in her arm and stab in her back. I fell to my knees. No! Brookey! My nightmare... it's come true! Tears swelled in my eyes. I wiped them away before I started crying.
     I pulled out a pocketknife and worked at the ropes that held my sister. She slumped to the ground,slowly. A low growl came from somewhere behind us. I turned slowly, fear pricking my spine. Then a low creepy voice "Welcome. You may not save your sister tonight, Peachy!"  I gasped in horror. A man stood in front of me, and a pack of wolves behind him. Their red eyes gleamed in the darkness. I tried to move, to run but my feet were frozen to the ground. I gulped ready to face my nightmare, my death even. I slipped my nunchucks it of my pocket. "Stand down!" the tall man said hoarsely. "Never!" I yelled and took a swing at him. My nunchucks popped him square in the chin. "You little- wolves, attack!" He screamed to the night air. There was about 5 wolves and 2 sprung forward. I ran to Brookey she had awoken. I handed her pistol to her. "W-where?" She asked. I helped her stand up. "I will explain later now we need to fight!" I said. I glanced at the wolves then back at Brookey. We will never win! The dogs are fit and trained- expect 2 that are skinny and abused. But Brookey was on shaky legs and a stab in her back. I shook it off. We can do this!
     I lunged at the wolves, hitting one in the shoulder. It growled in anger. The wolf came at me but I dogged it's bite and hit him in the head, knocking it out. The second one leapt towards Brookey, she shot but missed. The dog bit her in the leg dragging her towards the man. The man laughed in triumph. I ran and hit the wolf from behind. It yelped in pain and fell to the ground, dead. "Who are you filthy rats?!" The man said in anger. Brookey cringed in pain as she got up. "We are the Momo sisters!" We yelled in unison. Brookey raised her pistol at the man. "N-no! Do you know who you are messing with?!" He said shakily. Me and Brookey exchanged glances. "Who?!" Brookey said. She stared deeply into his cold hearted eyes. "I'm Alvin Doubter!" He said as if he was high and mighty. Brookey and I cackled. For some reason I felt like I heard that name before. "Wait!" I said before Brookey could pull the trigger. The two enemies stared at me in confusion. I pulled the now dirty ripped letter out of my bag. I gasped as I looked at the name and address in bold print: Alvin Doubter address; mountain Elm in the cave. Alvin gasped as well, as Brookey lowered her pistol. Then I knew. Knew why we had came here. Knew what secrets were inside the envelope in my hand. Knew. Knew the importance, and it was high.