Chef Hatchet Novels & Stories

Fuck my planning, fucking the research, the time is now. An array of tools hung from hooks on the wall to my right. I scanned the items slowly, a few rakes, a pickaxe, a couple of crowbars, and some axes. My eyes landed on a hatchet, the blade glinting from the dim light on the roof. It's no Sai blade, but it’ll still get the job done. I took the axe from the hook and tossed it up in front of me. The handle spun in a full three-sixty before landing in my hand again. I sucked my teeth and nodded my head with a newfound sense of determination. Clutching the bloodied pole in one hand and the hatchet in the other, I rolled my shoulders back and sauntered out of the shed.

'There's nothing else to use. Venom enters the kitchenette, sneering angrily, and laughs at the pen, blunt knife and wooden spoon. He walks slowly towards us, and I throw the salt in his face burning his eyes. He lunges towards me, unable to see, and he tries to grab me. Hailey runs behind Venom and hits him across the head with the wooden spoon, snapping it in half.

His stomach grew very cold. C. K. Carlton Kretch. Grandpa Carlton’s hatchet. Impossible. He’d seen that hatchet once, when he and Dad and Grandpa and Scott had gone camping last year. Grandpa had let out that maybe someday he’d give the hatchet to Jesse for his birthday . . . Holy. Shit. Jesse stood and clutched the ruined and impossible handle. Everyone else could pretend Scott went crazy and killed himself, but he knew. Somehow, he knew.

In his large fist he wielded the Sauk war hatchet, one of its two hawk feathers intact. Tommy spun in shock as the bare-chested Salt slashed crossways twice with the small ax, forehanded and back. The blade caught flesh and Tommy cried out. Something went flying from his hand into the shadows. Then Salt was driving his prey to the ground, triumphant, rearing back with his razored hatchet high—

“Stop the car, you b*stard! Stop it right now!” “I don’t want to die with you!” “Don’t you know?!” “Not only is the Hatchet Gang one of the Gang of Six, but they’re also filled with experts! The head of the gang, Kayden Balmer, is near invincible!” “You’ll just cart yourself to your death if you go there now!” “You’re going to look for them for trouble?” “You might not even get past the front door! They’ll send you flying with a single slap to the face!”