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The Big Bad Wolf	By : K.Blood Category: A through F > The Forbidden Game Trilogy Views: 1694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~ Chapter II ~
Jenny could hear the phantom-wolf in close pursuit as she managed to duck through the trees and back into the woods. Her pulse raced and her head felt like it was in shambles, but she knew she had to pull herself together. If she didn't she was going to die.
She may not have understood everything that was going on around her, but she knew she was apart of some twisted game of cat-and-mouse. Assuming the young man with hair like winter frost could be trusted to tell the truth, making it out of the woods was the only way to save herself. Jenny knew that if she remained running aimlessly through the trees she would remain lost. Locating one of the trails and following it out of there was her only hope of survival.
The sizable full moon still hung overhead. Most of its light was cut off by the treetops but what did filter through gave Jenny an advantage she did not have before. At least now she could see more than just a few inches ahead of her.
A tight ache returned to her side. The light pain offered Jenny's frenzied thoughts a window of clarity. She noticed the foliage rustling under her feet and her own shallow breaths were the only sounds her ears were picking up. She strained her hearing as much as she could. Still, she heard nothing but her own body stumbling about. Jenny dared to pause. Her gaze went immediately behind her.
Nothing. No snarling. No snapping branches. Nothing. Not even the slightest hint of something lying in wait. Jenny eyed the rest of the area. Her fear and nervousness made it hard to breathe. The wolf was somewhere, but she wasn't sure where. She knew it was too much to hope the thing had just given up and abandoned her. She also knew that just standing around in the open was not going to help her.
Cautiously, Jenny backed herself up against a tree. At least the beast wouldn't be able to tackle her from behind. Jenny took a moment to calm her breathing and tried to sooth the aches in her overworked legs. She had not noticed before but the temperature appeared to have dropped dramatically. Her breath came out in white misty tendrils. She ignored the sudden cold and kept vigilant. Her heart was beating so fast it almost hurt. She wondered briefly if it really was possible to be frightened to death.
Something rattled off to her left. Jenny's eyes searched and saw nothing. She knew it had to be there, waiting for her to drop her guard. Slowly Jenny knelt down, keeping her back pressed against the trunk of the tree. With her gaze still plastered on the area to her left she blindly searched the ground around her. Dead leaves. Moist dirt. A few thin twigs. Then her hand landed on something larger, sturdier. A fallen branch. Tentatively, Jenny picked it up and rose to her feet. She was careful to have her back against the tree at all times. She gripped the branch in both hands, ready to utilize it like a baseball bat if she needed to.
She wasn't sure how long they played the waiting game, only that it was long enough for the complaints of her abused muscles to elevate to shouts. Jenny's legs throbbed and her arms grew tired, but still she stood there as unmoving as a statute, ready.
Without warning, something large hit her from the right. A cry of pain was knocked from her as she hit the ground. Rocks and jagged sticks bit into her skin through her clothing. The minor pain swiftly became nothing as Jenny felt teeth clamp down on her forearm, the one holding her makeshift weapon.
The wolf snarled and shook its head, causing its razor-like teeth to easily tear through the long sleeve of her shirt and slice deeper into Jenny's flesh. She screamed. Red blotches swirled in her vision as the phantom-beast jerked her from side to side. It would rip her arm off if she didn't do something quick.
Throughout the ordeal the beast's sick yellow eyes glistened with mirth. They were all Jenny could focus on. There was an intelligence reflected in them, a maliciousness that was all too human for comfort.
With her free hand, Jenny shot up and dug her nails into its eyes. The wolf yelped. Its jaws bit down harder in response, soliciting another pained shout from Jenny. She hooked her nails into one of the wolf's eye sockets and jabbed them in as far as she could get them to go. Bile rose in the back of her throat at the sensation of cold, wet flesh splitting open around her fingers.
The wolf's head flew back, releasing her damaged arm. Its bellow of agony and outrage entered the chilled air as a white-gray haze. Jenny scrambled away from beneath it. She managed to get to her feet, pleased with herself for still holding onto the tree branch.
The phantom-beast reared back. It shook its head, growling low in its chest as a large clawed paw wiped at its mutilated face. Running on raw adrenaline, Jenny hoisted the branch over her head and brought it down viciously. It landed against the side of the wolf's face. There was a stomach curling thud. The wolf howled and lowered, as if to attack. Jenny hit it again. The impact against its skull produced another gut turning thud. The wolf swayed a moment, looking dizzy, before it abruptly pivoted around and took off.
"Don't you dare!" Jenny shouted, suddenly filled with an unnamed fury as the beast ran from her.
She didn't deserve any of this. She had done nothing wrong, yet she was still being punished. Jenny swung at the wolf as it fled, missing. Then her legs were moving, chasing after it. Leaves and branches hit her as she pursued it. They scraped her skin and tore her clothes, but she did not care. All she wanted to do was pay the monster back for the distress it had put her through. She could feel nothing but outrage and offense that she would be undeservingly treated this way. All she had wanted was to go home. That was all.
Unexpectedly, the trees ended and Jenny stumbled. She landed on her knees on the edge of a dirt path. Her vision just barely caught the tail of the beast as it darted into the foliage on the other side of the trail.
Everything was suddenly too much to bear. As if a floodgate had opened, the tears which had blurred her vision now spilled down her overheated face. The heavy branch fell away and Jenny cupped her face in her hands, sobbing violently. Her arm throbbed horribly and she could feel the sticky warmth of her own blood leaking down her skin. She wasn’t sure how bad the damage was and didn’t want to look. She was worn out, both physically and mentally. Her sudden stint of rage had left her drained.
Jenny didn’t even feel like herself anymore. Things that should not have been possible were happening. Monsters were real. Evil was real—and it really did spend its time trying to hurt innocent people.
Questioning all that she thought she knew, Jenny felt on the very brink of insanity. All she wanted was for everything to be over with, to wake up from this nightmare.
“Well that was...entertaining. Wouldn‘t have guessed you had that in you, Jenny. You‘re rather feisty when you want to be.”
Slowly, Jenny lowered her hands from her face. Even then she had to stare at the ground for a second or two to ready herself. When she finally turned her head to look his way, he smiled. It was extremely sweet, sickeningly so.
“Not that the Lurker won’t be back for you,” he added in that lyrical voice of his.
In the openness of the trail the moon's light was free to rain down on them. Under its pale beams he looked absolutely breathtaking. The blue of his eyes gleamed like sapphires and his hair looked as delicate as cat's fur. Dressed all in black, he wore a simple t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, along with jeans and boots. He stood a short distance away, arms crossed over his chest. He watched her with an expression of arrogance and humor. He was terribly beautiful, yet all wrong for this world.
Jenny swallowed her tears and braced herself. Just a little while ago his very presence had worked on her like a poison. Little by little it had infected her. It had pulled her in, mussed her thoughts, and made her feel weak. She did not need any of that now, not when she already felt as fragile as a cracked wineglass.
Steadily, Jenny stood and turned to face him. He quirked an eyebrow as if he found this funny. Pain and exhaustion made her body tremble, but Jenny fought against it. She wanted to appear at least semi in control of herself as she demanded, “What are you? And why me, what did I do?”
“Which would you like me to answer first?”
He said it so friendly-like but his stance portrayed the contempt and superiority he felt over her. Another uncharacteristic bout of violent anger boiled Jenny's blood. She did not know who he was, but she hated him. He was utterly evil. A demon with the mask of an angel. Jenny had the urge to storm up to him and hit him.
She took a deep breath and, her voice coming out strained in spite of her efforts, said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
The demon in black shrugged. “You really should be thanking me for granting you this opportunity. Normally, people who fall prey to the shadows don’t get second chances.”
His words gave no real answers and only irritated her further. Jenny couldn’t stop herself as she snapped, “I hate you.”
His eyes studied her, almost glowing. He came closer and held out his hand as if to touch her face. Jenny took an aggressive step back, glaring at the dark youth. He paused, lowering his hand. A smirk curved his lips.
“You are like your own little sun, all fiery and brilliant. I’ll admit it to you, Jenny—you dazzle me.”
His voice was as enthralling as midnight and as seductive as silver, and the velvety way he spoke her name... Jenny had to physically shake herself to stop from being captured in his web.
“Stay away from me,” she said, taking another step back. The chill in the air had caused goosebumps to spread up her arms. She hugged them against her chest, only to wince in pain as the movement re-awoke the nerve endings in her wounded forearm. Briefly, his gaze lowered to the bloody gashes on her skin, before returning to her cypress colored eyes. He offered an expression of mock-sympathy, which Jenny sneered at.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"What are you, really?"
"Whatever I need to be."
Jenny noted that as she spoke her breath continued to come out in small white wisps while his did not. She proceeded to glare at him, demanding with her eyes that he tell her more. He smiled his charming little smile and looked at her as if she were complimenting him.
"Some nights I'm a flash of eyes in a black closet, or an eerie howl heard from a distance. Or maybe a lingering shadow where there should not be one. Tonight?" He gave a shrug, somehow making the act look graceful. "Tonight, I'm the Big Bad Wolf and you, Jenny, you're my Little Red Riding Hood. You want to know what you did to deserve this?"
She nodded.
"You assumed you were safe in a world where no such thing exists. Shame on you."
He was mocking her. Jenny bit her lip, resisting the desire to get aggressive. "So why are you here? Are you going to attack me too, like that, that thing?"
To be honest, she was kind of hoping for it. She was itching for a chance to knock that smug look off his handsome face.
"Not directly, no. I promised I'd give you a chance and I meant it. Has anyone ever told you that your eyes darken when you're upset?"
Jenny blinked. The question had caught her off guard.
"No?" he continued. "They turn the deep color of winter pine-needles. It's a lovely shade."
If the situation had been different, and if Jenny had not already known better, she would have thought he was flirting with her. At her confused expression a wide grin broke out across his face. Jenny looked away. She had to. This devil in black was so unnaturally alluring she knew that if she wasn’t careful she would get herself killed.
“You said that if I found my way out of here I could leave, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then if you don’t mind, I have to go.”
"If you must," he said, sounding almost disappointed.
Arms wrapped around herself, Jenny turned her back to him and began walking up the path. She knew all she had to do was follow it. No matter which way she went she would eventually be led out of the woods. Then the night's terror would be over with.
A horrific snarl tore through the air. Jenny’s head shot up, her eyes darting around. She heard a curt laugh from the otherworldly devil behind her.
“Guess Lurker’s gotten himself back together. Took longer than I thought it would.”
Jenny turned to stare at him with wide eyes. As comprehension set in her gaze narrowed. “You were distracting me.”
With a careless, flowing grace he bowed, and then gave her a wink as he straightened his posture.
“I told you he'd be back. Besides, you're closer to the end than you think. I may offer the chance to escape, but to actually let you?" He chuckled, dark and silky. "Well, that wouldn’t be very entertaining at all.”
“Bastard,” Jenny mumbled under her breath as she turned away from him.
The branch remained where she had dropped it. Pausing briefly, she retrieved her crude weapon and continued up the path. She did not have the energy in her to run anymore, or to lose her sanity. To hell with what was suppose to be real and what wasn't. She had no idea how close the wolf was or when it would decide to come at her again—but Jenny would be ready for it.

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