The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

Chapter 6 (Set in Jesse's P.O.V.)

Reinhardt raised his hammer, slowly swinging it behind him as his shoulders coiled up. The hefty hammer swung through the air, cutting through the heavy snowfall, the heavy hulking hammer smashed into the wood of the large door that stood before them.

Torbjorn scoffed and glared at Reinhardt, his large bulbous nose twitching in agitation.

"Don't ye think we should let the thieves open the door?" the dwarf sneered.

"There is no need to worry!" Reinhardt boomed. He placed a fist on his armored hip and stood up straight. "I can barge through this door and still nobody will hear us!"

"They will hear you if you keep up this nonsense!" Hanzo growled.

Reinhardt waved the older brother off before coiling his hammer back behind him only to have it swing out and carve out a larger piece into the wood.

Jesse shivered, rubbing his hands over his shoulders as he looked around. The way the brothers had gone in was now boarded up tighter and faster than any normal man could ever perform. They were all stuck outside until someone could manage to smash through the thick wooden boards and hefty iron nails.

"Who could do this so quickly?" Ana murmured. She placed an aging hand up onto the wood and traced over the grooves. "No ordinary man could do such a thing, no team of men could either."

"M-Must be his minions," Jesse managed to blurt out behind chattering teeth. "They ain't hum-man."

Reinhardt swung at the wood again, carving a larger dent into the grains and grooves. Hanzo sighed but Genji perked up, looking at the wooden boards. He reached a scarred hand down and slid out a knife from behind his back and moved towards the boards.

"Do not swing again," he waved Reinhardt off.

The knight tilted his head and scoffed, leaning back on his heels and keeping his hammer close to his armored chest.

Genji stabbed the knife between two planks of wood and pried upwards, the boards creaking and popping slight out of place, the bolts groaning in protest. Genji pried open the boards just enough for him to peek in.

"Anything?" Hanzo questioned his younger brother.

"Not a single soul is in there... yet." Genji slid his knife out and tucked it back into wherever under his garments. Genji nodded to the wooden boards, looking back at his older brother. "Take them down."

Hanzo raised his bow and swung the hefty pointed end of the bow out, cracking the wood and yanking a board out of place, breaking the board into three pieces (two of which were still nailed into the archway).

"Perfect!" Reinhardt boomed.

Reinhardt reached out and snatched up the boards above and yanked on them, pulling three and managing to rip the bolts out as well, the boards all in one piece. Jack and Torbjorn pulled on the few boards left on the bottom until Jesse grew tired of being trapped outside in the cold. With his nostrils flaring, Jesse reeled back his leg and kicked out with the bottom of his foot, his leather boot cracking the wooden planks down the center. Jesse wasted no time pushing his way through the cracked wooden boards, the rest of his group following right after him.

Jesse shivered, rubbing his hands together and placing his hat back on top of his head. He looked back at his group to see Torbjorn already lighting something on fire, a homemade torch it seemed, a goat horn and used rags.

Jesse looked ahead to see another door sitting at the end of this passageway, hopefully not barred or nailed shut this time.

He wasted no time rushing towards it, doing his best to avoid the skeletal remains of victims of Count Gabriel and the sloppy mud puddles - at least he had hoped it was mud - until he finally made it to the door. Jesse fumbled around in the dark for a bit, too stubborn to wait for Torbjorn and his horn torch, his hand finally managing to grab ahold of an iron handle. Jesse shoved his whole body weight against the door, throwing it open and allowing Jesse to stumble inside.