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Hunted...(part 1)

Its 3:30 am and I'm driving to Francistown
'500 km covered and 59 km to go' I think to myself
My mind tells me to park and rest
But I brush the thought off my mind
'Its only a few more kilometers before I arrive I can make it'
Little did I know that this would be the worst time of my life

I pass through a small town and see an open bar
I decide to pop in and grab a drink
Inside the bar tender says to me while offering me a drink
"You shouldn't be traveling alone at this time of night, stranger, nasty rumors going around the town"
"Rumors are just stories created by people who are bored and lack imagination" I say
" Then what do you say about the people found in the trench in yesterday's news"
"What about them, that was just some sick fuck creating their own version of humor, I mean who is crazy enough to co-join a
human head to a dog's body. That's some occult shit right there"
"Then what if I were to tell you that all those people passed through this club before their disappearance"
"What, are you trying to create some horror story old man, well it sucks, just go to sleep you old ass"
I take my drink and walk off and he mutters something like 'run while you can young one, soon your flesh will be between my teeth'
suddenly a cold chill runs down my spine
I look back and the old bartender is gone
'Crazy, old fool'

I continue with my journey with the old man's words lingering in my mind
I pass a traffic sign
Francistown-20km
'Finally, home sweet fucking home' I say to myself
Then suddenly I lose the sensation of my right arm
My vision starts to blur and I feel queasy
'Fuck!' I say 'that old man spiked my drink!' I say
As I look up I see four bright light coming straight at me
I try to swerve to avoid the car I go off-road
I come head to head with what seems like four trees
Then darkness

Next thing I remember is a sharp pain on the base of my neck
I try to struggle but its futile, I'm tied down
I'm turned over and before me stands a man
Surrounding him are these humanoid creatures that look menacing
"Vampire, Werewolf, Illenax, Human?" he asks
"What? Is this some kind of joke?"
"Oh yes its a joke, a joke on your life, so again I ask Vampire, Werewolf, Illenax or Human?" he says with an annoying sneer
"Werewolf, please let me be a werewolf" a female voice cries from my left
I turn and this young, hot and sexy Asian is tied
Tied in the same position as I was
Then a huge deep voice came from my right
"hmpf, a girl as a werewolf? please, that's like asking Jesus to attend Halloween, let ME be the wolf"
Another voice came from the far left, a young man's voice this time "before you involve me I would like to keep my humanity, so please leave me as i am"
"What about you buddy?" He looks at  me.
I smile,"I have two words for you, 'Fuck','off'"
His sneer disappears and its replaced by this murderous look, the look on his eyes spell death, the voice in my head tells me to look away or those eyes will 'steal my soul' it says    
"aren't you a cocky one," he calmly says, taking slow strides toward me
He slowly takes out a shiny blade and wipes it on his jacket sleeve
"Cockiness gets you killed first, punk" and he pushes the shiny silver blade into my gut, severing muscles and intestines.
Searing pain explodes in my brain, obliterating every thought in my head
He smiles and continues to say, " You see, now you are forcing me to start punishing you"

After removing the knife, he brings a syringe containing a dirty brown liquid, "You are gonna have fun with this" he chuckles.
He finds my radial vein, pierces it and injects it slowly.
Suddenly my body, grows warm, numbness on my feet and a tingling sensation on my fingers.
Untied, he opens a large door, "Let the hunt begin!" a voice booms.
I stagger towards the door, bleeding profusely, thinking I might not make it out.
As I exit, a bone crunching hit wrecks my already weakened body. I fall, phasing in and out of consciousness.
Above me a growl fills the air, a monster towers over me. The last thing I remember is me on my back, a claw aiming for my chest, then, nothing....          
 
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