Oh, How I Hate The Word MATE

Vision Attack

CHAPTER 24: Vision Attack

Tyler

There was only one thought going through my mind as I had to dodge, smack, punch, and kick my way through the what seemed to be millions of hunters.

No, it wasn't if I was going to die here. No, it wasn't if Liam was going to have a hissy fit after this is over. And no, it wasn't if Jimmy stole my last piece of ham from the fridge.

I already know he did. That asshole.

It was this one teeny tiny thing that's been bugging me since I got here. This one thought that had me a little pissed throughout the day. This one thing that is part of the reason why I lost my marbles a few minutes ago. But wait, didn't I lose my marbles a long time ago? Besides the point.

Where the hell is Mason?

Here I am, fighting a bagillion million hunters by myself and my so-called alpha mate is nowhere to be seen. Doesn't that seen a little odd?

I tried contacting him through our new and improved weird mind linky thing, but every time I do my head feels like I got hit by a truck filled with a bunch of fat guys. Heck, I tried contacting anyone from my pack but whatever the hunters put me on got me good.

Heh, heh, my pack. That sounds nice.

Anyway, so here I am, in the middle of hunters galore, kicking, and punching, and shouting out the George Lopez ' Whapaa!' occasionally, trying to keep myself alive with all the bullets, knives, and sticks (I know, lame weapon, right?) flying past me, and sometimes actually successfully hitting me. But where is Mason? Well, I could ask the same damn thing. I swear, if he all of a sudden barges in AFTER I defeat all of these pop tarts, claiming he got sidetracked, I will kick him where the sun don't shine so hard, the sun will actually shine there after.

What? Would YOU be all forgiving if your mate decides to be late for something important and possibly life threatening? No? Thought so. Wait, you said yes? Well, let me paint you a better picture for you to comprehend in your tiny little mind on how 'forgiveness' isn't always the right thing to do.

It's your two year anniversary. You're alone in your room crying while your oh-so-loving boyfriend is out partying. Two weeks later, 'Oh happy anniversary honey!'. Really? No.

Okay, I don't really know how that really relates to the situation at hand right now but, now would you forgive and forget? Didn't think so.

But it brings me back to the- holy damn that woman almost stabbed my eyeball out of its socket! People are violent these days!

"Hey watch it lady!" I yell at her as I grabbed the knife from her hand and roundhouse kick her to the ground. Stupid hunters.

Is it bad that I'm ranting while I'm fighting? Things could go seriously wrong since I'm not paying enough attention to what going on. But hey, I'm Tyler freaking Anderson. A crazy, psychotic - at times - and seriously awesome chick that can whip anybody's ass if they mess with me.

A sword just landed in my hands. Is it me or does fate have something in store for me in the next five seconds?

Before I could think, this ginormous male hunter with a sword like mine came charging forward, yelling at the top of his lungs. I'm surprised he even had any lungs with all that meat in him. This guy could kill me just by sitting down on my stomach.

I stared at the sword in my hands, then at Mr. Meatball, and then at the last of the sixty million hunters I have taken down with my amazing skills and dashingly good looks. There were only like five hunters left, excluding Mr. Meatball. An idea formed into my magnificent mind and I grinned slowly at the giant running slowly toward me.