Chapter 5 Hatchet Novels & Stories

Hector, being sore, is a little slower. Hector watches the woods for signs of a rabbit. As soon as he spots one, he has to catch it. He knows there is punishment for failing. Hector watches the ground by the roots of the trees and scans it for five minutes. He notices a small white rabbit eating a leaf, not a care in the world. It is too fast for Hector to catch it. He chases it and stumbles, but regains his balance in the end. Rex’s timer goes off.

My feet had seemed to know exactly where to step to keep from making a sound, to keep from twisting an ankle or falling on the uneven ground. “Hee heee.. what’s this now? You are adding more saltiness to the story now.” Miles said, trying to shake off his interest in the story that the lady whom he wanted to be be inside of was spinning. “I had positioned myself in front of my mother's hammock, picking a spot I could easily move in to try to keep any attack from her. Movement close to me sent my pulse pounding. A man's shadow loomed over the hammock, thrown by the flames in the fire pit suddenly leaping toward the sky. I never would have seen him otherwise. Jubal was that quiet. I had twiste

"I'm fine, find a safe place, Mama. You should hide somewhere." Through a hole in his hut, beyond the smoke, Anarungu spotted the figure of a giant man. Gharcha, a bit shorter the huts' roofs, was holding Tatar'Atu's half-dead body. His massive hand enveloped Tat's head like a big apple. Shazram, wearing Jarkish's first glove, stood nearby, finishing off the remaining Bird hunters lying on the ground, who had once been his brothers. Lynx hunters wandered around like harbingers of death amid the rising ash and tongues of flames. "I have to do something, Mama."

We got out of the car, and the fresh mountain air enveloped us as we walked towards the Hut's entrance. Hunter reached out, and I promptly grabbed his hand, our fingers intertwining in a union reflecting the journey we shared. Anxiety filled my chest as the crucial moment approached. Hunter would finally meet our children, and the triplets would have a chance to discover the father they longed for. The longing for the boys weighed on my heart, and I wondered how they were coping with this turn of events. The forest seemed to vibrate with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. Suddenly, Hunter stopped abruptly. His index finger pointed towards the Hut, and I followed his gaze. A wave of despa

shake my head. “Mm comin’, too.” Her expression scrunches with distaste at the idea, but seeing my condition, she eventually huffs. “Fine, but don’t slow me down too much.” “Hiking gearrr…in my trunk. Keep up. Fine.” “Hiking gear?” Once I get myself together enough, I turn my car on and drive it off the road. Then, we exit and I pop the trunk, pulling out some equipment I used. Rita watches as I take off my sneakers, replacing them with hiking boots, and put on my hiking pack. “Hmm. Quite the hiker.” “M’not.” “Then what’s all this?” “Thought Alex was hurt. Disssappeared. Wolf attacks. Search parrrty.” Rita doesn’t say anything else until I close the trunk, directing me to follow her into th

And we jump from the helicopter into the night. The loud explosion deafen my ears. I look up to see the remains of the helicopter falling down on the forest. I couldn’t see where Lyle had landed. Even without a parachute, there is a great chance that he landed on a soft pile of snow somewhere near. He might still be alive if he survive this cold weather. The parachute landed us on top of a tree. I grunted as the branches hit my wound. It is burning. I free myself from the strap and hold unto the branch as I tried to untie Neola. She came off free and I catch her , making me wince.

he hissed. I shook my head in disapproval. "Let me go, you bastard!" I cried. Meanwhile I was struggling beneath him. I was twisting and fighting. But, again, it was useless. He was too strong. The metal of the chains clicked shut around my left wrist and then my right. Panic flooded my system. "Stop!" I tried to pull against the chains. Nothing worked. Tears began to burn my eyes. "Let me go!" He came closer. I was quick to drive my left knee right up into his ribs as hard as I could.

This isn’t the best time to yack up his breakfast of bourbon and scrambled eggs. Voices again drift from below, fading in and out like a radio station not in tune. “ . . . this is great . . . we’re gonna be friggin rich . . . ” Cold desperation puckers his skin. There’s not much time left. He has to move. He stuffs the flashlight and paper back into his pocket and snatches the hatchet from his belt. He then descends, trying very hard to ignore the swirling nothingness all around. ***

“Is there shelter anywhere? I can’t feel my toes, Dr. Hawthorne.” Jasper cleared his throat as his already deep and raspy voice caused by smoking way too many countless Cuban cigars is somewhat raspier and strained. “Yes, of course, Dr. Anderson built a hut around here, yes.” He quickly looked down at the old, worn-out map and squinted looking back up. “Ahh, this way, yes, this is the way.” “Are you sure Uncle?” Questioned Bridgette, her once porcelain skin now a bright red from the harsh sting of the howling wind. Jasper grumbled some unintelligible words with his back towards everyone, leading the way, deeper into the vast uncharted territory.

“Cael, Kyra.” Cael turned to Kyra and quickly pulled Kyra away. The branches of the tree wrapped around the two men and quickly pulled them closer to the trunk of the tree and, like the women, their bodies gradually sank into the trunk of the tree. The hunters’ weapons did nothing to stop it. “My metal claws didn’t work,” said Hugo. “My arrows too,” said Damon. “Even my Katana,” said Raven. “There are only three of us…” said the man. “Let’s go…” said one.