The Hunter's Chronicles
Throw Down
Monkey Boy AJ
“Night, Molly,” says a twenty year old Nicky, as she leaves from working the grave yard shift at the mall movie theater.
The night is extra dark, several of the parking garage lights are dim, and a few are completely out. Her car is, of course, parked as far from the exit as one can get. She keeps her key at the ready, and walks surely toward her car, watching about for anyone that may be hiding in the shadows. As she looks about the ominous dark that surrounds her, she realizes that she should have taken Molly’s offer to be dropped off at her car.
Just as she gets to the rear of her car a man appears from the shadows, and walks around the front of her car blocking her way. “Hey there, sexy.” The man is in his mid twenties; about six foot, three inches tall. Dark brown hair flows from his head in a tied off pony tail ending about mid back. His eyes are sharp and hold Molly in their baby blue stare. “What say you and me have a little fun tonight?”
Molly is constantly backing away from the man as he advances toward her. She circles the car, and as she starts to come around the other side, she decides she has to try to run past him. As she pushes him against the car to run away, he grabs her. The man pulls her against him, obtains a better grip, and throws her up against the trunk of her car. He pulls his fist back to punch her, in hopes of subduing her; but his hand is grabbed.
“I don’t think you want to do that boy,” says Andrew as he holds tight to the man’s wrist.
“Actually I think YOU, don’t want to do that.” The man rips his hand from Andrew’s grip; as he does so he spins around punching Andrew square in the chest. Andrew flies backward about six feet, landing hard on his back. He quickly gets to his feet ready for a fight. Andrew charges the man and punches him square in the face with a hard right. The man barely flinches.
“Weakling,” replies the man as he delivers a frontal thrust kick to Andrew’s chest sending him to his back once more, another six feet away.
After lying on the ground for a few seconds Andrew slowly gets back to his feet. Andrew realizes he’s not going to win this fight by conventional means. “Fuck it.” He pulls out his pistol and takes aim at the man standing in front of him. He fires a single shot into the man’s chest knocking him to his back. Andrew walks over to the girl who has been cowering in a corner of the garage watching the fight. Just as Andrew reaches the half way point to the girl, the man gets to his feet.
Bleeding from the chest, with red raging eyes, and fangs bared, he charges Andrew, “FILTHY FUCKING HUMAN!”
Andrew pulls his pistol again, takes quick aim, and fires two shots; one in the head, and the second in the heart. The man falls hard, face first to the ground, just feet from Andrew. Andrew stands there for a few seconds, pistol trained on the man’s head; he kicks the body to be sure that the man is dead. He then tends to the girl, checking her for wounds, and makes sure that she calls for EMS and police assistance.
Andrew walks into the apartment, Rachel is laying on the couch watching TV. He walks promptly to the kitchen; opens the cupboard and pulls out a small bottle of Jack Daniel’s. He opens the bottle and takes a long drink; sitting down in a chair, he takes another long drink.
Watching this, Rachel has made her way to his side, rubbing his back as he drinks more of the whiskey in his chair, “Honey, what’s wrong?”
Looking up at her with a bewildered, scared, worried, empowered, look about him; “I think I just killed a vampire.”
Kissing his head, “Is it really that bad that you need to drink that much. One or two to celebrate is ok but you’re chugging that stuff.”
Setting the bottle down, and pulling her to his lap, “You’re right. I just need a good night’s sleep with you.” He stands up, keeping one arm behind her back, and reaches down grabbing under her legs with his free arm and carries her to their bedroom.
“Hun, the T-“
“Fuck the TV, you’re mine.”
Andrew is in the kitchen making breakfast. The menu includes, made from scratch blueberry pancakes and sausage links. Rosetta and Kylie sit patiently on the couch watching morning cartoons. Rachel, finally emerges from the bedroom, still in her pajamas. “What’s all this?”
“The morning after,” Andrew kisses her as she comes up to him to see what he’s making.
Giggling at his joke, “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing. Better hurry it up, though, the girls have to be off to school in an hour.”
“Almost done dear, don’t worry.”
Just as Andrew is platting up the last bits of breakfast for his girls, the phone rings. He checks the caller ID; not recognizing the number he leaves it for the answering machine. It ring through and a tired sounding voice calls out, “I know you’re there Andrew pick up the phone.”
Andrew answers the phone quickly, “What’s up, Doc.”
“I’ll be stopping by your place shortly I need to discuss the nature of your encounter last night.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Andrew replies, rather surprised.
“Don’t play stupid, this body I’ve been staring at all night has your name all over it, and not that many people can even purchase that brand of ammo.”
“Ok, just wait till after ten, the girls should be on their way then.” Andrew hangs up the phone and turns toward Rachel with a worried look, “This should be interesting.”
Concerned, Rachel inquires about the caller, “Who’s Doc.”
Still concerned, “He’s the county M.E..”
Rachel, surprised and taken aback, “How the hell do you know him?!”
“Long story, going back to both my sister’s attack, and brother’s disappearance.”
Andrew comforts Rachel, telling her not to worry and that she needs to focus on her day and the girls. He helps prep the girls for school, making sure that they have all their books and lunches packed. He sees them off and returns to the apartment to wait for Doc to arrive.
“I just want to know what the hell happened last night,” questions Doc.
“Started out just driving around town, listening to the scanners; when I got near the mall I got a feeling.”
Doc questions further, “What do you mean a feeling?”
“Something my family has had for ages, we all have a sort of Spidey Sense about us in regards to anything paranormal. I called Rachel told her I had to check into what I felt. She just told me to be careful.”
“So you have a sixth sense then,” Doc, remarks.
“In a manner of speaking, yes, most of my family has inherited it through the generations.”
Intrigued, Doc questions yet again, “So you knew that this guy was more than could be referred to as a normal human?”
Taking a deep breath and thinking back for a moment, “I’m not sure I’d say that. I knew he wasn’t…normal. But I wouldn’t say that I felt he wasn’t human. I just knew that he was the disturbance that I felt.”
“I think I understand,” states Doc, still a tad confused.
“I knew he was the source of my feelings, just didn’t know why,” Andrew explains further.
“Got it. Well, I’m here ‘cause I need you to look at what I found; see what you think.” Doc opens his brief case and extracts a manila envelope. Opening the envelope, he lays out two pictures; both pictures are close up photos of blood samples. Pointing to one of them, “What does this look like to you?”
Bringing the photo in front of him, Andrew looks at it closely for a few seconds, “Human blood sample, far as I can tell.”
“Take a look at this then,” Doc moves the other photo across the table.
After studying the photo for a minute, “Blood from something…else. It looks human, but yet I can tell it’s not fully human; some sort of mutation.”
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