Rogue ✔

Chapter Twenty-Six : Cougar

"Well, eventually everything fades.

Even the brightest of colors turn to grays..."

I was just about on her when the two beasts rounded the corner. They both were ugly as hell and easily the size of Rhinos. Squashed noses pressed against a wide and fat face. Wide pig eyes just above some non existent cheekbones. Oily black hair was slicked back into a tiny ponytail on the top of their necks. They quickly flanked Melody, moving with surprising grace despite of their size. They looked to be twins.

The two giants practically toward over Melody yet I could tell they were afraid of her. There watery eyes kept flitting to the back of her head, nervous.

Their gigantic arms stretched against the thin fabric of their uniforms. Matching XL beige cargo pants with a baby blue t-shirt that had a Jumbo Animal Cages logo on it along with a 1-800 phone number in white.

My eyes switched back to Melody. I felt Phillip creep up behind me, ready to help should a fight break out. Thing 1 and Thing 2 would no doubt be apart of the brawl so I would need his help.

Melody only nodded her head. Then we were on. I jumped for the foul witch, but was intercepted by Thing 1. He had charged forward from her left, attempting to tackle me. However, the big oaf wasn't fast enough to truly push me to the ground. A quickly whipped away from him, creating a gap in which had had to cross to get to me.

My hand had subconsciously reached toward my waist, to where my gun usually was. I came up empty handed.

Stupid Damian. Real stupid. Go on a highly dangerous rescue mission with no way of protecting yourself.

I began to formulate a plan as I studied the guy. Phillip was in a similar position a few yards away with Thing 2. However, he has his gun already pulled out. Smart.

What in the hell was this dude? He wasn't human, no he moved to block Melody too quick. He didn't smell like a wolf or a bloodsucker. What was he? A new project that Melody had stated on? A hybrid of some sort?

Whatever he was, he was beginning to snort like a fat pug.

He was big and just slower than me. If he caught me, he's pummel me to bits with his fists made of rock. Those things were the size of my head.

I curled my fists and visions sharpened. I could beat this guy. Neither one of us had weapons, but If bet that I was more trained.

I launched at him, landing a killer right hook to his nose. He roared like a bear and staggered backwards. A faint line of blood was seen.

He then reared his head up like a bull and tried to charge me again. He was quick, wresting me to the floor and pinning me down. He wrapped his meaty hands around my throat and began to squeeze. I coughed.

He had both his knees on both my palms, not allowing me to use my hands. Unfortunately, that left him in a crouch position with his legs spread.

With a simple knee to the crotch he had collapsed. He rolled to his side, the light draining from his eyes as he began to gag. The poor Bastard wasn't going to get up soon. I reached over and snapped his neck. One down, two to go.

I lifted myself off the floor and ran to help Phillip. Thing 2 had given him a lot more trouble. Phil had already busted his lip on the giants hand and his gun was gone it seemed. I remembered hearing gunshots but I assumed that they all found their target. Either Phil was a terrible shot, even from point blank range. Or goliath over here is faster than his bullet.

What were these things?

Melody still stood the small distance away that she was. Watching. Waiting for us to kill or get killed. I doubt she cared either way.

Thing 2 now had Phil on the ground, wresting him for control. I quickly grabbed on the beasts collar and jerked him to the side. Phil launched up and put a boot on the things head. With a little more pressure, it's was done. His skull had caved in and he was done for.

We were both breathing heavily, my throat still sore from almost being choked to death. Phil seemed to be swallowing his own blood from his cut lip.

But we had won. One more to go.

The witches eyes became all cat like again. Something my father told me from when I was going ran through my head.

"A dog, in a fight, will always go for the throat. Clamping down on the windpipe and suffocating its victim.

However, a cats fighting style is much different. Should a dog attempt to sink it's teeth into a cats throat, they might just succeed. But while the dog thinks it's won, the cat will flip up and drag it's back claws along the dogs stomach. Thus disemboweling him. All in a few seconds.

Beware the ones who don't fight fair." He told me.

Melody strangely reminded me of the cat in that story. The cat that truly won in the end. Just after the sense of victory sets in, the loser suddenly becomes the winner. An underestimated and overlooked power. And we wonder why we didn't kill witches before (we couldnt).

This would not be a fair fight.

She had her teeth, claws, powers, and whatever else was in that twisted arsenal of hers. We were both already tired and beaten. Our only saving grace was that it was two against one.

Human ranchers, especially those raising cattle, sheep, goats or any other livestock, will get themselves two patrolling dogs to watch the property for cougars

A mountain lion can and will attack a dog for the livestock, it will not however, attack if the dogs come in pairs.

I just hope that that might stand true in this situation as well.