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 After the Fall....., An orignal Hunter SN style story
exdemon1120
Posted: Jan 30 2009, 04:42 AM


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This is going to be the thread for my entries in a new project The Hunter's Chronicles. To find out more or check out other stories in the series click the link.
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exdemon1120
Posted: Jan 30 2009, 04:43 AM


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Five Hours and Thirty-Seven Minutes
Thursday, January 29th

That's how long it had been. Just five hours and thirty-seven minutes... it felt
like a life time... how could it have only been five hours and thirty-seven
minutes. Deep breath. Just breath. She's gone. She's really gone. Stop. Just stop.
I can't think about that right now. I have to focus. I've been sitting here too
long as it is. What would she do? Think... I need to salt and burn the body. Need
to... just in case... god.... I feel sick. How can I even think about this. She's
my mom.

Five hours and thirty-eight minutes. Stop crying. Stop it. She's gone. She's gone
and it was my fault. What was I thinking. I'm so stupid. I got my mom killed and
for what?

What am I going to do... I wish time would just stop. Why won't it stop. I just
want to go back. I want to take it back. "What do I do now? I can't do this with
out you." Stop crying already. You know she'll tell you to stop it. You have to
focus. The thing that killed her is still out there. That evil son-of-a-bitch.

Stop think. You can't go off half-cocked. You'll get yourself killed too. Ok
breath. Think. Have to take care of the body. You've done this before.

But it's my mom...

Stop can't let my feelings get in the way of the job. That's the first rule
remember. Just like she taught you. If I had listened maybe this wouldn't have
happened. If I had just listened to her... she was right and I ignored her. Why
didn't I listen? It's my fault. Stop.

But I can't it's my fault. She got tortured and killed because I messed up. I
trusted him and he killed her. God what he did to her. Look at her. Mom....

How could anyone do that. She was so beautiful now... Stop. Gotta control my
emotion. Gotta get a grip. She taught you better than that. Focus. Stop dwelling
you've been doing that for Five hours and thirty-nine minutes already.

"It's time." I need to take care of the body. Then I need to hunt that son-of-a-
bitch demon down and send him back to hell where he belongs.

I can't do this.

Just pick her up. Take her outside. It will all be over soon.

How could I let this happen. She trained me better than this. Now look at her.
She's broken. She's all cut up and broken. Stop crying.... why can't I stop?
Mom.... I'm sorry. "I'm so sorry."

There's blood on my hands. It's hers. Her blood... it's every where... I'm going to
throw up.

Five Hours and forty-two Minutes... I was right... and I still feel sick. It feels
like the whole world is spinning. I have to get a grip. I'm wasting time. I can't
change what happened. Can't bring her back.

Look at her... I need to clean her up. I can't leave her like that. A towel....
there.

Five hours and fifty-four minutes... It doesn't even look like her any more. Her
face... "I'm so sorry, I swear Mom... I'll make him pay."

It's time. I have to do this now. I need to build a pyre. I have to do this right.
She would have wanted me to. Violent deaths can become ghosts... She wouldn't want
that. Have to handle this. I can do this.... I've done it before.... So why doesn't
it feel like I have? It's never been this before. It's my family. The only family I
had left. Now I'm alone. And I have to hold it together.

Six hours and twenty-seven minutes, she's really gone. Deep breath. Just breath.
She's gone. You need to light the fire. Need to get this over with.....

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Posted: Jan 31 2009, 06:57 AM


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CHAPTER TWO
Eyes on the Road
Saturday January 31st

Two days; that's how long it's been since that demonic son-of-a-bitch tortured and
killed my mother. Two days; I've been hunting it. Two days; since I really slept
last. Every time I shut my eyes images come flooding back. Memories I can't handle.
Thoughts I can't deal with yet. It feels like I'm dead inside.

My cell phone keeps ringing. I know he just wants to check on me and mom. I know
he's probably worried. We haven't talked since before we went on this hunt. We...
there is no we any more. How do I tell him that. How do I tell him I got my mom killed.
How do I tell him it was all my fault. How do I tell him that I burnt her body. I
just watched her burn to dust. He trained her. I can't tell him. Not yet.

I'm not sure I'll ever be able to.

I know he's worried. He must know something went wrong. He probably thinks we're
both dead. Maybe that's best. Hell I may die hunting down the demon that did this.

No. Stop thinking like that. Eyes on the road. Pay attention. Stay focused. You're
going to find that asshole and make him pay. Make him pay for everything he did to
you and your mom.

There's the phone again. Stop calling. I can't talk to you. You trained her. You
were like family. I can't. Can't tell you what happened. It's too hard. I better turn
off the phone. He might trace it. I'll call him after I finish this. I have to do
this alone. It's my responsibility. My fault. My job.

Eyes on the road.

Just drive. Follow the lead. Stop crying. No more crying. Have to finish the hunt.

"Damn it how do you turn this thing off?" I just want it to stop ringing. I just
want all of this to go away.

"STOP CALLING ME!" crap why did I do that. I can't believe I threw the phone out
the window. Crap. Get it together. Just forget the phone. It doesn't matter any way.

"Why couldn't we just have a normal life?" Why couldn't I grow up like any other
little girl? Instead of being taught to kill my whole life. It's all been pain and
blood and death. Hunting and killing. All I ever wanted was a normal life. Go to school.
Have a boyfriend. Be a kid. Have a real family.

Stop it. Mom was a real family. She loved me. She did. She always looked out for me.
She did the best she could. She never asked for this life either.

I just realized I'm really an orphan now. Both of my parents are dead. They're both
gone. Both killed by evil. Is that how I'm going to die too?

No. Can't think that way. Eyes on the road. You're almost there......

Wake up. No sleeping behind the wheel. Gotta stay awake. Gotta stay focused.
This ends soon....

Awake....

crap... Ditch...
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