Inner Predator: Unleashed

Chapter 5

Chapter 5
Because I love Christmastime, I've decided to update today as a bonus! You can all still expect another update on Thursday :] 

 

How the fuck did they find us? Carefully I slide back down the smooth side of the rock and wake my companions. They’re both groggy and confused that it’s not yet morning. Jackson give me a guilty smile for falling asleep.

“We’ve got company.”

That gets him on his feet. He quickly helps Penelope up and we start to travel deeper into the rocks, at least they wont be able to follow us in their cars.

“What’d you see,” Jackson asks as he helps Penny across a gap between two large boulders.

“There were at least seven, maybe eight cars coming out way quick.”

“How’d they find us?”

“That is a really damn good question.”

It’s impossible to know where we were and we had hours on them, yet somehow they’re coming right to us, like this is a game of hide and seek and they know our favorite hiding spots. Not even shifters can track that well.

“Tracking,” I mumble to myself and then say louder, “they’re tracking us.”

The three of us pause and look to one another. The sky is getting bright so it’s a little easier to see now, but still dim.

“How?” Penny asks.

“Um…” I don’t know.

“Shoes,” Jackson says. “Check your shoes.”

We all sit and take off our shoes. One by one we examine them closely, looking for anything out of place. We even pull out the soles, but find nothing.

“The only other option is them cutting open the sole and placing it inside the rubber,” Jackson says.

“Or cutting us open,” I say realizing how they’re tracking us. “You woke with scars and cuts, yeah?”

“I got a bunch,” Penny says sadly and Jackson agrees.

What was the first one, I try to remember. It seems like something they would have done fairly quickly after taking us. My hand. It wasn’t much more than a cut between my thumb and forefinger on my left hand, but it hurt like hell to use my hand for a good week. I hadn’t thought much of it, especially once I started waking up with much larger, much more painful incisions.

Taking my thumb and forefinger of my right hand, I feel the area around the small scar on my left. It takes a moment, but then I feel something hard… out of place. It’s tiny and would be unnoticeable if I wasn’t looking for it.

“Your hand. It’s in your hand.” I tell them and watch as they both feel the same spot on their left hands. I see when they both feel it. “We never had a chance,” I mutter.

“No,” Jackson says sharply. “We can get them out.”

“How? With all these knives and weapons we have,” I shout back sarcastically.

“There has to be way,” he says. “We got this far, we aren’t going back now.”

“We can try to break them,” I say feeling sick to my stomach at the suggestion.

“What do you mean,” he asks cautiously.

“I mean, we have nothing to cut it out with, but we can try to smash it.”

“Smash… you mean smash our hands and hope the implant breaks.”

I nod.

“You can’t be serious.”