Kill or Be Killed

I reloaded my baby; my handy dandy shotgun, and headed into the woods with one thing on my mind; killing. No, I am not a serial killer. Well not for humans anyway, just monsters. When I mention monsters, I only mean one thing; werewolves. Disgusting creatures, if you ask me. I had gotten deeper in to the woods I have grown so familiar within the past month. Each month, I switch areas to keep myself hidden from avengers.

My name is Marcy Withers. I had gotten into my preoccupation when I was 14. However, I have always known what I was going to be. You see, when I was 6 years old, I watched my own mother being murdered in front of my eyes. Now that they ruined my family, it is my family’s job to ruin them. No one messes with us without being pained in the process, and trust me, it hurts a hell of a lot worse than being killed, if we don’t kill them in the end that is.

My mind drifted back to the day the monsters changed my life forever. It was a cloudy day in the woods as my family hiked up the trail that we have gone on numerous times. I glanced at the wildflowers in appreciation as I continued up the steep trail. We were all so happy then when we were all so innocent. But innocence never lasts, as most of us know from experience. We all heard the deafening sound that ended my innocence. My eyes searched for the cause of the noise. A creature crept onto the narrow trail. Its eyes had an evil glint in them, its teeth sharp as knives, and its body resembled a wolf on steroids. I took my little brother's hand in mine, and sunk back into the trees to get away from the scary looking thing. My parents stood in front of us, protecting us. However, it managed to tackle my mother over the edge of the mountain, taking her from our lives forever.  The tears streamed down my face, a scream rising up my voice as I looked over the edge of the trail, down on a man who stood over my mother’s bloodied body, who I soon realized was a werewolf. 

”Take your brother and run! NOW!!” my father screamed at me as he faced the monster itself, head on. I stumbled back and took my brother's little hand in mine, and booked it down the mountain as fast as a 6 year old and a 4 year old could run

That day will haunt me for the rest of my life. My father barely made it out of there alive. He had a daily reminder of that beast. Every time he looked in the mirror, he stared back at a man with a scar going straight down his face. From that day on, he trained us and himself to take these beasts down; every last one of them and that is what I plan to do with my every last being.

I grinned sadistically as I caught a trace of a werewolf; a paw print snapping me out of the haunting memory. Do they ever learn? I guess not. I admired the print and I followed the trail that lead to a small clearing. I lifted my head up to meet a pair of brown eyes that were cold and heartless. I grabbed my knife made of silver, smirking as the monster glared at me. God I love my job.  The monster growled and took off like a bullet. My feet hit the forest floor and I pushed myself forward and after it with knife in hand. It howled in the sky, making it loose its footing just enough for me to tackle the damn thing down. Before I could plunge my knife into the monster, it bucked me off, slamming me into the nearest tear. Damn, it must be an alpha for this kind of strength! I should have known with the powerful looks in its eyes.  You see, I might be powerful to take down most werewolves, but alphas are another story. Oh god what have I gotten myself into?! I glanced over at more werewolves surrounding us! Shit! This is going to be a long day.

I glared at the wolf with brown cold eyes. That damn alpha is going to pay! My knife was displayed in front of me, ready for attack, just in case these stupid mutts try anything.  They started to move in on me. I frantically looked around for an escape as they were closing in. I looked up at the tree that was behind me, and pulled my arms up over the branch and used it to swing myself over the group of werewolves. I hit the ground running, pushing myself to go faster and faster, and I felt the wolves snap at my heels.  But I couldn’t stop and fight or else I would be outnumbered and have to deal with the alpha still. I saw my orange truck on the dirt road. Yes! I was so close. My lungs deprived from air, but I kept my pace, only to be tripped by a tree root. I gasped for breath and tried to move my legs to get up, but I couldn’t. I looked at what was trapping me from my escape, only to see that huge black wolf with those evil eyes that held a smirk. Dammit! Stupid alpha!