Human

Ch.2(Rewrite)

As soon as Scott got free from the thing he took off running, fading deeper and deeper into the forest, leaving me there to face whatever it was that had attacked him on my own.

Leaves crunched under heavy paws as whatever it was had taken to circling around me, no doubt ready to make me it's next meal after Scott had run off. I wanted to move but in the back of my mind I knew that it could be taken as a sign of aggression and no doubt the creature would pounce, even if I ran the thing was so fast I would have no chance to escape.

I didn't know what to do, it was playing with me it wanted me to run, it was dangerously close and I could feel it's moist breath as it hit my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to see this thing, as if not seeing it would make it less real.

It growled, low at first as if it was trying to test me, when I didn't respond it roared and I couldn't help the sob I choked out of my quivering lips. What did it want? If it was just looking for a quick meal wouldn't it have attacked already?

That's when I heard it, at first I couldn't believe what I was actually hearing but the more I focused I was positive. The creature, it was laughing...very faint like the sound you make when something is really funny but it doesn't seem like the right time to laugh. Soft and almost inaudible.

"Isn't this the part where you run away?" The voice I heard was inhuman and it startled me in the almost overwhelming silence that surrounded us.

I couldn't respond, I mean really what would I say? Was any of this even real, for all I know I could already be dead and this was the weird fragments my mind was piecing together as I died in a pool of my own blood on the forest floor.

"What's the point? You'll chase me right? I can't outrun you..." I finally responded.

"Smart decision..." the deep bass of it's voice sent shivers down my spine and I noticed the small hairs on my neck standing on end.

Was this really happening? Was I really talking to...what was I talking to? Surely it wasn't human but then again it wasn't a animal either, it was something in between but my terror driven mind was to full to even understand the gravity of the situation.

"Like a little lamb...brought to slaughter." It growled and I could feel it's hot breath against my neck, out of instinct I spun around and came face to face with something that can only be described as a thing of nightmares.

It was large and its fur seemed so black that it bled into the inky darkness of the forest wall behind it, the small sliver of moon light that peaked out between branches caused its brow to overshadow it's eyes giving them a even more sunken look. The mixture of saliva and what I could only assume was scotts blood dripping from its large oversized canines and it's unsettling gaze staring back at me, bright red.

You know that part in scary movies, the part when the killer gets the jump on the slutty coed? He's just cornered her and she turns around and lets out a earpiercing shriek in the face of her would be killer, he then proceeds to stab her to death as she lets out the last of her death rattles. As I sat there, staring into my killers bright red eyes I couldn't do any of that, I couldn't even muster up a whimper I just stared at it until my legs finally gave out and I collapsed.

Was this really it? Was I about to die at the hands of this creature? Stiles and Dad...left alone, what would they do? Would Dad be the one to find my body? As sheriff that was a all to real possibility, would there even be anything left to identify? My fate would be the same as the young girls body we had come to find, torn in half and left in the woods. The flood gates opened and I began to cry, my frame was wracked with my quiet sobs.

"I was wondering if you would cry...maybe beg..." the thing chuckled, it was in that moment I stopped crying, what was I doing? What would that do? Crying didn't change the situation...crying didn't help me escape this thing...crying never brought mom back. If I was going to make it out of this there was only one thing I could do, FIGHT.

Gathering up my courage I looked up, right into the creatures eyes, it was infront of me...so close I could touch it and thats just what I wanted to do. I sat back, legs out in front of me, the small switch in sitting positions not really registering as a defensive move. What could I do to provoke it into attacking? Then it came to me.

"Fuck you" I bit out between gritted teeth, hoping that would piss it off enough to charge me, I was right becuase no sooner had the words regestered the creature lunged and I countered it by bringing both feet back and slamming them into its face.

The creature was caught off guard and stummbled back, that was all the time I needed to get to my feet and run. I knew I wasnt going to get far, not with how fast it was so I had to come up with a way to defend myself. I searched around for anything I could use as a weapon, anything I could use to keep it at arms length, just then I noticed a large branch sticking up from the forest floor and I knew that would most likely be my best bet.

The creature covered the 15 or more feet I had put between us in the blink of an eye, its claws outstretched and fangs exposed as in snarled ferociously. I pulled the branch out quickly and swung around blindly, catching the creature on the side and shattering the wood branch in my hands, its concentration momentarily broken it lost it's footing and tumbled to the ground. I had no time to think I just ran again, but even with all my determination, all of my thoughts of escape, all the fight I had in me wasn't enough, I found myself falling to the forest floor a large weight on my back pushing all of the air from my lungs.

Pain ripped through my left shoulder and I knew I was being bit, it's savage teeth tearing through my delicate skin. More pain shot through my side as I tried to pull away from my attacker, the taste of copper flooded my mouth and the salty sting of tears washed over my cheeks...I was crying again.

I felt the crushing weight on my back leave but the overall pain was still there, I couldn't hear anything around me but the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears.

If the thing was still there I didn't know why it had stopped, maybe it thought I was as good as dead and decided to leave me there.

Black started to cloud my vision it was like staring down a long hallway or tunnel and I felt so lightheaded and cold, I had lost quite a bit of blood I could feel it when it running down my back and shoulder but the pain didn't seem to be there anymore...I felt nothing but the unbearable cold that started to make me shiver and my teeth chatter.

Unconsciously I curled my body into a fetal position, eyelids becoming heavy and all I wanted to do was give into the sleep my body desperately begged for, I knew if I closed my eyes now I wouldn't open them again.

Leaves crunched and shuffled around me in a fast pace that made me realize I was no longer alone, was it back to finish the job? Had Scott come back looking for me? Or stiles? Oh god I couldn't have him find me like this...on the brink of death.

Warm hands grasped my shoulder gingerly flipping me over on to my back and bringing me into a some what sitting position, then someone was talking, asking me things that I couldn't understand...couldn't focus on.

"...did...see...bit..." What was this person asking? Did see bit what? There had to be more to what they asked but my brain couldn't process it.

Next thing I knew I was being lifted and carried, the person was warm and smelled lightly of cologne and leather, they kept speaking probably trying to keep me from losing consciousness but I couldn't fight it any longer and passed out.