03-21-2023, 02:01 AM
Rune yelled just as the solid lump slammed into her chest. She fell to the ground. Its paws dug into her shoulders, but she just barely managed to hold the snarling mouth from clamping down on her face. Its hind legs was clawing up her pants. The fabric held, but she could feel the burns of scratch marks surely beading up underneath.
With a roar, she kneed it in its soft belly. It winced and yelped, and she managed to throw it off her. Before it could bounce back, she scrambled for the knife she’d dropped, fisted it and flung her arm up. The blade pierced its throat. The flashlight beam was enough to see its eyes flash bright. Blood poured out of the wound, up and around its tongue and past the fangs that tried to make her its midnight snack.
It slumped away after that, bubbling blood with its last gasps.
Her heart was beating so hard, if she had been her uncle, he’d be having an old man heart attack about then. Luckily, her ticker was young and strong. Still, she scrambled to her feet just in case the chupe had one last surge of strength.
Standing over it, the flash light beam showed it was unmoving. Its belly stopped after a few more minutes, but she was breathing hard until certain it was dead.
Finally, she kicked it in the guts then hopped back a little just in case it was still alive. Nope. She nodded with great approval. “Little bitch.” and leaned down to retrieve her knife. It took such a firm yank, her bicep bulged under the strain. The knife had jammed to the bone of its jaw.
“Ewe,” she said to herself, wiping the blade on her pants before sheathing it.
Next she retrieved the flash light. The tactical light was fine, though a few more scratches marred the handle. Happy with the outcome, she pat herself down to see if any more of her gear had fallen away. All was good, and she kissed the charm of a necklace hanging around her throat for good luck.
When she stalked out of the tunnel, she was pissed. Not only had another trail of Uncle Seth gone cold, but she was jumped by a chupe! “Fucker,” she said under her breath.
Watch the filth Roonie! she heard Uncle Seth say. For as bad a potty mouth as he boasted, he was sure a hypocrite when it came to keeping her tongue clean. She rolled her eyes and stalked off from the scene, leaving the mangy mongrel behind. The rats could have dinner.
She was partway down the tunnel when she smelled something new.
Not exactly new. It was human, but sometimes they were the worst monsters of all.
She slowed her pace until she was sure she knew what she was about to walk into. She was in a pissy mood anyway. She grumbled to herself and called out from around a corner.
“Alright I smell you from here. Might as well show yourself,” she held up the flash light then, peering.
With a roar, she kneed it in its soft belly. It winced and yelped, and she managed to throw it off her. Before it could bounce back, she scrambled for the knife she’d dropped, fisted it and flung her arm up. The blade pierced its throat. The flashlight beam was enough to see its eyes flash bright. Blood poured out of the wound, up and around its tongue and past the fangs that tried to make her its midnight snack.
It slumped away after that, bubbling blood with its last gasps.
Her heart was beating so hard, if she had been her uncle, he’d be having an old man heart attack about then. Luckily, her ticker was young and strong. Still, she scrambled to her feet just in case the chupe had one last surge of strength.
Standing over it, the flash light beam showed it was unmoving. Its belly stopped after a few more minutes, but she was breathing hard until certain it was dead.
Finally, she kicked it in the guts then hopped back a little just in case it was still alive. Nope. She nodded with great approval. “Little bitch.” and leaned down to retrieve her knife. It took such a firm yank, her bicep bulged under the strain. The knife had jammed to the bone of its jaw.
“Ewe,” she said to herself, wiping the blade on her pants before sheathing it.
Next she retrieved the flash light. The tactical light was fine, though a few more scratches marred the handle. Happy with the outcome, she pat herself down to see if any more of her gear had fallen away. All was good, and she kissed the charm of a necklace hanging around her throat for good luck.
When she stalked out of the tunnel, she was pissed. Not only had another trail of Uncle Seth gone cold, but she was jumped by a chupe! “Fucker,” she said under her breath.
Watch the filth Roonie! she heard Uncle Seth say. For as bad a potty mouth as he boasted, he was sure a hypocrite when it came to keeping her tongue clean. She rolled her eyes and stalked off from the scene, leaving the mangy mongrel behind. The rats could have dinner.
She was partway down the tunnel when she smelled something new.
Not exactly new. It was human, but sometimes they were the worst monsters of all.
She slowed her pace until she was sure she knew what she was about to walk into. She was in a pissy mood anyway. She grumbled to herself and called out from around a corner.
“Alright I smell you from here. Might as well show yourself,” she held up the flash light then, peering.