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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 III ~
The demon in black had mentioned that she was not far from the end. Was it true or had he only been toying with her again? Jenny wasn't sure. All she knew was she probably could not put too much weight to anything he said. She walked onward, following the jogging trail. After a while she knew she was far enough to be out of his range of sight, yet Jenny could not shake the feeling of those daylight-blue eyes on her back.
A warm pulse hummed through her arm. Under the moonlight she pushed back what remained of her shirtsleeve and held her arm up to examine it. A couple of the wounds would need stitches, that was a given. Some of the punctures were still bleeding but not enough to warrant panic.
Glancing ahead, Jenny froze.
The wolf sat directly in front of her, only a handful of yards up the path. It stared coldly at her from one illuminated eye. Keeping her wounded arm held against her chest, Jenny reinforced her grip on the tree branch in her good hand. The beast remained motionless. Her first thought was that it was a trap. She chanced a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one—including a certain white-haired devil—was sneaking up behind her.
The path was empty.
When she returned her gaze to the ghost-wolf it growled and snapped its jaws, almost in invitation for her to make the first move. Jenny didn't like the situation at all. Something bad was about to happen. Tension hung in the air like a thick fog. She wasn't sure what to do. She needed to continue forward. Straying from the jogging trail could cause her to lose her way, and heading back in the other direction was not an option. There was no way she was going to turn around and present her back to the hell-hound.
The wolf stood. Jenny's muscles tensed. Her knuckles turned white as she held the branch tighter. The creature began to slowly stroll towards her in a small arch, circling her. Jenny matched its movements, maneuvering to always keep herself facing the wolf.
"I'm not scared of you," she spoke up suddenly, even as she felt the pounding beat of her heart in her throat.
Jenny caught sight of the slight turn of its upper lip, as if the wolf had understood and was grinning at her. She prayed to God it was only her imagination messing with her.
When the beast abruptly lunged at her Jenny was struck dumb for a brief moment. She had not expected the thing to just leap at her, head-on. Her rattled thoughts quickly found stability and Jenny had enough commonsense to dive for the side as the wolf's weight threatened to crash down on her.
She landed on her side, rolling onto her back in one smooth motion. However, the phantom-wolf was quicker and its body suddenly stood over hers. Razor-like fangs dove for Jenny's face. She swung the branch, bashing it against the wolf's snout. It shook off the blow and attacked again.
Jenny held her weapon up like a shield and the wolf's teeth sunk into its middle. The beast snarled and shook its head, trying to force her to lose her grip. Despite her fatigue, a fresh rush of adrenaline blessed Jenny with the strength to hold on.
The sound of cracking bark reached her ears. The wolf growled and snapped down harder onto the branch. The wood splintered even more. A single jaundice-colored eye glared down at her, almost scornfully. The monster knew exactly what it was doing.
A little more thrashing from the wolf above her and the branch suddenly broke in half, the beast stealing a piece of it in its jaws. The part remaining held in Jenny's good hand was jagged and uneven. Immediately, she saw her opportunity.
The wolf shifted, spitting out the wood in its mouth. The next time it lunged for her Jenny thrust her half of the broken branch upward. The sharp end easily pierced the wolf's throat, tearing through it as if the phantom-beast was made of tissue paper instead of cartilage and muscle.
The wolf was cut off mid-roar. It gagged. Its good eye grew wide as she forced the branch up higher, deeper into the hell-beast. Blood streamed out around the protrusion, or so Jenny assumed it was blood. The clear, gleaming diamond-like fluid spilled onto her, spraying her face and shirt.
The wolf gave off a wet gurgling cry. It backed away from Jenny, swiping at the branch sticking out of its throat. Its frantic movements left a trail of shimmering blood strewed across the ground, which appeared to burn silver under the open moonlight. The strange substance began to also seep from the wolf's mouth. Watching it suffer as it jerked this way and that Jenny felt a momentary stab of guilt.
Gasping, the huge wolf collapsed onto its side. Its legs kicked the earth as it continued to struggle. Gradually the movements slowed. What felt like an eternity later they finally stopped altogether.
Jenny got to her feet, never taking her eyes off the still body. Cautiously, she approached it. The beast did not stir. Feeling as if she were being suicidal, Jenny poked at it with the toe of her shoe. Nothing. She held her breath and slowly counted to a full one hundred as she eyed its chest for the slightest hit of breathing. Still nothing. Only then did she believe it was dead.
A cold breeze blew over Jenny's skin. It called to her attention the cooling blood which streaked her face. Frantically, she wiped at it with the sleeve of her shirt. Tears burned her eyes but she ignored them as she tried to clean herself the best she could. Her mind kept trying to push the subject but Jenny fought it back. She didn't even want to think about what she had just done. Not now. She had not pulled herself back together to lose her sanity now. Instead, she aimed her focus on getting out of this slice of hell.
On shaking legs Jenny started back down the path, only glancing briefly over her shoulder to make sure the wolf had not moved. It hadn't.
Jenny wasn't sure how long she walked, or for how far. The woods were suddenly much larger than she had remembered. Tears occasionally escaped and slipped down her cheeks, but she made no move to stop them. She felt cold and grimy, once again feeling small and alone as she moved through the darkness with nothing but the trees to haunt the sky above her.
After awhile a spot of light drew her attention. It was bright and tinted a soft blue-ish shade. It looked artificial, like the kind which came from lampposts. She was finally near the end. A small laugh left her as she started to run. Thoughts of safely and warmth flooded her. At last, a release from this long nightmare.
Jenny's foot snagged on something directly in her path and she fell. The impact jarred her wounded arm and a tingling, cramping pain shot from her elbow up to her fingertips. She winced and turned onto her back. Her legs remained flung over the top of the log she had stumbled over.
How could she have been so stupid not to see that?
With a small groan, Jenny started to pull herself backwards with her elbows. She froze the second she felt the log under her feet move. It had twisted slightly, almost as if it had wiggled. Off to the side a shadow rose up in the pale moonlight. Jenny's lungs leaped into her throat and she couldn't breathe as she caught sight of just what she had tripped over.
Large, dead white eyes leered at her from a huge scale covered head. A fluorescent colored tongue flicked in and out of its mouth. Jenny could only stare back. A deep seeded fear tore its claws into her, leaving her bones feeling numb and her body paralyzed.
There was one thing she hated among all others. More than the darkness, or cemeteries, or the fear of being alone. It was snakes. Long, cold, wicked snakes. Suddenly, Jenny wished to have the wolf back.
The python-like creature remained silent as its forked tongue licked at the air above Jenny. It was a snake, yet at the same time it wasn't. The creature was a mixture of swirls of blackness and blue-white light which bunched and surged in a snakelike motion. It was kind of a combination between reptile and lightning bolt. Similar to the wolf, it looked almost like an apparition. However, unlike the wolf, the snake seemed to be only mimicking the appearance of a real animal. It hurt Jenny's eyes to look directly at it.
The serpent made no sound as the segment of body under Jenny's feet began to turn. Even as she felt it coiling around her ankles Jenny still could not manage to make herself move. Her blood drummed in her temples as the coil grew tighter. The serpent's vacant eyes appeared to laugh at her, as if it knew it had already won.
An abrupt pain shot up Jenny's legs and quickly grew worse as the snake began to squeeze. The pain snapped her out of her fear induced stupor. Jenny gasped and shot forward. She dug her nails into the snake's glowing skin. The monster-serpent didn't even flinch. Its massive head loomed over her, swaying slightly from side to side, like an excited child enjoying himself.
Jenny lay back and hurryingly searched the ground around her, looking for something to use against the reptile. Its hold on her tightened to the point of agony. A numb tingling had started in the tips of her toes. Jenny's search grew wild, more erratic, but all her hands managed to clutch at were leaves and dirt.
There came a loud popping noise which echoed through the woods. Jenny let out a scream. Pain, jagged and hot, like splintered glass arched up her leg. Overhead, the serpent's pale eyes brightened with unvoiced laughter.
Jenny's hand fisted around something cool and solid. A rock. She shot up into a sitting position and brought the large stone down onto the serpent's coil.
Nothing happened at first. She did if again, over and over, until a bright glistening patch appeared on the neon-serpent's scales. Jenny recognized it as the same kind of blood-like fluid which had spilled from the wolf. She slammed the rock down especially hard, throwing all of her upper weight into it. The demon-snake hissed, the first sound it made since appearing.
Jenny caught the movement of the serpent's head from the corner of her eye just as the massive jaws gaped open and shifted to strike her. She twisted her body in time for the beast to collide with the ground by her shoulder. The sudden maneuver jerked her injured leg, causing another hot spark of needles to stab through her raw nerves. The pain forced her to cry out, but even as she did she slammed the rock down on top of the snake's skull.
Surprisingly, the bone caved with little effort. Swirling skin split open to let more of the strange liquid-diamond blood ooze to the surface. The creature hissed again, this time more catlike than reptilian.
It began to pull back just as Jenny brought the rock down again. She hit it in the side of the face. The serpent released a pained rush of air as it reared back and Jenny felt the coil around her legs loosen.
Ignoring the agonizing throb in her wounded ankle, Jenny kicked with her feet and managed to pry herself free from the demon-snake's hold.
Having recovered its equilibrium, the serpent tried again to snap at her. Jenny wasn't sure how she managed to dodge the attack as she dragged her hands behind her in an effort to crawl away from the monster.
Its tongue poked out, menacingly flicking in the air as the serpent glared with its death pale eyes. Jenny absently noted the gleaming trail of blood dripping down the side of the creature's head.
The snake came at her again. Jenny's mind was a rush. Relying on instinct only, she found herself rolling out of the serpent's line of attack. Jenny pivoted back to throw her weight on top of its long neck as its jaws snapped on empty air.
It hissed and bucked. Jenny managed to stay on, pushing herself up into a sitting position. All she knew was that she did not want to die. Not by this thing, and not tonight. She raised the rock high above her head in both hands, and then slammed it down onto the serpent’s dented and bloodied skull. The creature tried to bend its head around to strike but Jenny's position astride its neck prevented it. She beat the snake again with the rock. Hit it over and over until her arms hurt and she lost all track of the world around her. In a blind frenzy Jenny released her anger onto the luminous creature beneath her.
At the refusal of her arms to lift again Jenny finally returned to herself. Her muscles screamed out in protest. She could scarcely continue her hold on the rock and let it drop from her fingers. She sat there, panting and slowly recovering her sanity. Clear, chilled blood smeared her hands. Her eyes fell downward to the unmoving beast beneath her.
Oh, God.
Jenny's stomach twisted and threatened to revolt. A firm hand pressed to her mouth fought back the bile. She could see its brain, smashed and splattered across the serpent's crushed head.
Jenny slid off the dead creature, letting her body slump to the ground. She sat there for a little while, battling against nausea and tears. The pain coursing through her leg had ebbed to a warm throb, which matched the quiet ache in her arm. She took in a countless number of deep breaths as she tried to collect herself.
She wasn't fine. Jenny knew that no part of her could ever be completely fine again, but with each released breath she let out she became more grounded. The trees returned in her vision. She could smell the dirt under her, could feel the soft light of the moon against her skin. Her ears picked up the rustling of leaves in the light breeze. Little by little, the world returned.
Slowly, Jenny stood. She stumbled with a sharp cry as a burst of fire awoke in her injured ankle. She managed to keep herself upright, praying to whichever god or gods who were still out there watching over her—if any at all. She hoped it wasn't broken. More importantly, she hoped she could still make it out of there. Gingerly, Jenny began to shuffle down the jogging trail towards the burst of artificial light.
Her hope began to soar the closer she got, but Jenny was swift to squash it. She kept her eyes sharp, waiting for the next trick. As she got closer she saw a dark silhouette near the end of the treeline, haloed by the streetlight. Past him was the park. Jenny could see a set of swings and, further away in the distance, a metal slide.
The white-haired devil leaned against a tree, arms folded across his chest. He wore a jacket made of glossy black leather. A lazy grin spread across his face as he watched her with twinkling eyes.
Jenny stood a little straighter as she approached, her shoulders leveled. In spite of the limp she felt a sense of dignity as she walked toward him without fear. The grin grew a little as his eyes roamed over her battered form.
"Rough night?"
Jenny did not dignify that with a response. She knew she should have kept going, stormed right past the demonic bastard and never looked back. Instead she stopped to face him. She glared at him, hoping that all her disdain and hatred shown through like a blazing flame.
"I'm here," she said, gesturing out towards the park with her good arm.
He only nodded, looking dangerously beautiful. The smile on his face was almost charming. His lack of a verbal answer rubbed Jenny the wrong way.
"I win. I can leave, right?" she added with a threatening edge to her voice.
She wasn't scared of him. Not anymore. She had fought with evil, was soaked with its blood, but through it all had come out on top. No matter what happened from then on Jennifer Thornton knew she could survive.
The demon in black reached out to her. Jenny physically flinched, but self-respect stopped her before she could step away completely. Long, nimble fingers plucked something from her tussled hair. When his hand pulled back she saw it was a stray leaf. He toyed with it between his fingertips, studying it with vacant eyes, his mind seemingly elsewhere. A quietness settled over them.
"You win," he said simply. The words seemed to flow with the silence, rather than disrupt it.
He released the leaf and it fluttered to the ground. His cerulean gaze rested on Jenny. She felt the need to fidget but the pain in her leg prevented it. He did not look very upset for having just admittedly lost his game. That made her nervous.
"So, I can leave?" she asked, not sure if she honestly believed him.
"Do you really want to?"
The inquiry caught her off guard. Jenny frowned. Of course she did, what kind of a question was that? If it was not for her sudden bewilderment she would have been angry. He was not acting as he had before, neither dark seducer or cruel sadist. He came off more aloof than anything. Jenny wasn't sure how to react to this new facet of him.
"We could always play another game," he went on. His voice was soft and reasonable, his words running together in a velvet sound.
Jenny was appalled. "You've got to be kidding."
He shrugged it off as if it were nothing. "I thought it was worth a try."
Jenny could feel the grime and dried blood on her skin, both her own and that from the creatures who's lives she had been forced to take. The dull ache from the gashes on her arm caused her muscles to twitch. Her ankle throbbed and felt swollen. A sudden hot rage seized her as she recalled all she had been through.
"You son of a bitch," she whispered. Her glare was like the sharpened blade of a freshly made sword. "How dare you, you bastard! After what you—"
Jenny's venomous words were abruptly cut off as strong hands seized her and pulled her close. A hot pair of lips crashed against her own. Jenny's eyes grew wide.
She fought against him, or she honestly tried to, anyway. There was something almost desperate in the way his mouth moved over hers. It made Jenny feel needed, adored, as if no other woman could ever compare to her.
Slowly, her body gave in, melting reluctantly against him. Her lips parted under his. As she relented, his arms lowered to hug her waist and her hands moved to comb through the milky strands of his hair. Jenny moaned. Too soon he was pulling back. His tongue snaked out to capture one final taste of her before he parted from her completely.
It took Jenny a moment to fit the puzzle pieces of herself back together. He was watching her, his smirk haughty and his eyes shadowed with something which looked suspiciously like passion. He tilted his head, causing light and darkness to play across his handsome features.
"Let me keep you, my little enchantress. I can give you anything you've ever desired."
She hit him.
Jenny hadn't even realized she'd balled up her fist until it was already descending. Her own strength caught her off guard. Her abrupt attack seemed to have surprised even him.
He stood there, simply staring at her, his cat-tilted eyes wide. Blood, like liquid diamonds, seeped from a small cut in his lower lip. He blinked. Slowly an odd grin smoothed his expression and his brow drooped to shadow his face. A look of both approval and excitement caused his otherworldly eyes to glisten like the first light of daybreak.
His tongue poked out to gather the few collecting drops of blood. It continued in a counter-clockwise motion around his lips. Jenny fought the need to stare. Whatever the demon decided to do to her from then on she did not care. She had made her peace with the world.
He chuckled with a shake of his head, and murmured, "Beautiful."
His immediate response not being violence, Jenny's mind turned to other things, like the fact that hitting him hadn't hurt her own injuries. Jenny glanced down at herself, noticing that the earlier pains and aches of her body were gone. She was startled to fine her clothing was clean and no longer torn. Holding up her arm and pulling back the sleeve she saw the skin was once again smooth and untarnished. She put weight on her bad ankle. It supported her easily and without fuss.
"What...?"
"A gift," he said, his tone good-natured. "For burning so brightly."
Jenny didn't understand and she didn't want to. She wanted out of there, away from this devil in black.
She started past him, out onto the blacktop of the playground. It was a great relief to feel it finally under her feet. The air was a lot warmer than it had been back in the woods. Jenny closed her eyes and lifted her face as she walked, feeling it dissolving the chill from her body.
In spite of all that had just happened to her, in spite of now knowing that terrible monsters stalked the earth—or perhaps because of it—Jenny was overcome with the wonder of life, of being alive. Suddenly even the hot breeze against her skin was a miracle.
"I look forward to seeing you again."
Jenny swirled around, her cheer instantly gone. Her voice dripped poison as she declared, "Don't you dare. I don't EVER want to see you again! "
He smiled, looking stunning and exotic. His expression was sweet, yet there was a dead seriousness to his eyes. It left a lingering chill over her skin.
He said simply, "You won't."
Jenny blinked.
He was gone.
She stood frozen to the spot. Her gaze searched for him in the darkness, but he just wasn't there. He had vanished, just like that. Hesitantly Jenny turned, looking over her shoulder, waiting for him to leap from the shadows.
He didn't.
She left the park in an all-out run.

~ End ~

A/N: Your thoughts? All feedback is very much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this. ~ KB ~
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