Hunted

Damn you, wendigo

As a hunter, you think you're invincible. You think you can kill whatever is in your way. Sure, that one hunter you knew got taken out by a vampire, and of course you can't forget the fatal demon run-in your friend had, not to mention the reason you started hunting in the first place. For me, it was a werewolf attack on my sister when I was sixteen. I started for revenge, as do most hunters. You don't go into the business because you want to, or because it's fun. Trust me, it has its perks, but hunting is NOT fun.

Especially when you're in my situation, tied up in a dark cave, dreading the return of a Wendigo. For those of you who aren't in the business (you lucky assholes) a Wendigo is bad news. Like, eat your meat and bones bad news. Thankfully, this particular monster was either full at the moment, or was going to catch more food. Much to it's disappointment however, it would only find two other tasty human treats in the state park's ten mile radius, since the rangers closed the park due to five disappearings. And, after all, those two kind of deserve it, since they were the two who got me tied up in the first place. Well I guess it was partly my fault, but they caused it. What were their names? Sid and Dan?

Anyway, I was walking through the park, looking for the Wendigo, hoping to hunt it down and kill it, when the most obnoxious rock music started to play. Let me tell you this music was so loud, I was sure someone would hear and come investigate. Instead, I decided to go and check it out myself. As I neared their campsite, I started to hear bits of conversation between two guys. I figured that they were just two rebellious teenagers, not caring that the park was closed. Adjusting my stolen Cedar Hill park ranger hat, I marched into their campsite. The plan was to go in there, yell at them to leave, and be done. Instead, I was greeted by a dagger to the throat.

"Who are you?" A tall, shaggy guy asked me gruffly as he pressed the tip of the blade to my neck. I was too stunned to speak, but luckily, before the crazy guy could stab me, another man ran up to us,

"Dude! She has the hat! Er- Our hat," he said, and I noticed his voice was surprisingly deep. I looked up at his hat, realizing that they bore matching symbols. The tall one with the long hair, Sid, I think it was, gasped and sheepishly dropped the hand holding the knife, backing away from me. Now that I had recovered, I was more than just a little angry. I was pissed.

"You don't just point a knife at someone because you 'think' they're suspicious! What are you, some kind of nut?" To my surprise, the short haired guy chuckled and muttered 'might be' as he took a sip from his beer can.

"And you," I said, turning on him, "you aren't allowed to drink within the park limits. You work here. Don't you know that?"

"Oh, um yeah. I work here, right. Won't happen again." He seemed amused by me blowing up at them. In fact, I felt a bit ridiculous myself, yelling at two guys who were easily both a foot taller than me, one of whom was armed with a knife.

I sniffed. "Good, and turn that down. It scares away the... wildlife." Turning my back on them, I stormed away from them before either of them could get another word in. I was so fuming that I didn't even notice the Wendigo creeping up behind me until it was too late. Before I knew what was happening, I was attacked upon from behind.

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When I wake up, I find myself tied to
a rock in the dark. I think its a cave or something like that. Caves are generally where Wendigos store their... dinner. After fighting to get free from the ropes tied around my wrists for what seems like forever, I give up. It's pointless. The ropes are too thick and my wrists have started to bleed from struggling. I sink down and start to tear up. After all the things I've been through, the whole fifteen years I've spent as a hunter, the thing that defeats me is a freaking Wendigo? The couple of tears have turned into a full on fit of hysteria.

Soon enough, all the sobbing has me emotionally exhausted, and I just sit there, waiting. Waiting to starve, waiting to be eaten, just waiting to die. For some reason, the thought almost calms me. I'm going to die, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Since all this nonsense is going through my brain, I hardly notice a voice echoing off the rock walls. Eventually though, I do realize that voice isn't just in my head. After I focus on it, I also notice that it isn's one voice, yet two. I know that Wendigos can imitate people's voices, but since there are two voices, it couldn't be a Wendigo. Soon enough, I see a beam of light in front of me.

"Over here!" I cry out. The light moves to my face, blinding me. "It's the girl from before. Eleanor." I recognize the voice as Dan, the drinker. He sounds relieved, as if they were looking for me. Wait a second. If those two are Sid and Dan, where is the Wendigo?

"Get out of here! There's a Wendigo- and its coming after you! It will kill yo-" I am interrupted by the guy who almost slit my throat earlier. He looks shocked at first, but then he recovers, "Shh. shh, its ok. We're here to save you. Don't worry Eleanor." Why doesn't he see how dangerous it is for him to be here? Of course. He has no idea what a Wendigo is. "No, you don't get it! A monster, he- he lives here! And he's coming for you so get ou-" Again, Sid interrupts. "It's alright. We burned the Wendigo. Eleanor! You're safe. Calm down." So, he does know what a Wendigo is? That can only mean one thing. They are hunters too.