I Ran Away From The Hunter Novels & Stories

He looked to be unconscious. “I'm sorry, but this is the only way he won't suspect that you helped me escape. I promise, I will come back for you. Scanning the area to make sure no one saw him, Hunter ran into the woods as fast as his legs could carry him. As he ran, he heard the sound of twigs snapping behind him. He turned around to see a pack of wolves, their eyes glowing in the dark. Quickly, he found a hiding place. It was an old pit. Without thinking what lay inside, he quickly jumped in. He could barely put up with the hard smell, but he had no choice.

I threw it away from us and started to hit him. “YOU PROMISED!,” I screamed. He covered his face with his arms as I landed blow after blow on him. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!,” I repeated. He reached for me and I shoved his hands away as I sobbed. A thud had me getting up off of him and running towards it. I stopped a few yards away from him and turned in a circle. Where was he? “CARSON!,” I yelled. ‘Stop. Think. If you were running from hunters, where would you go?”

“Run Laura, run!” She stood up from where she was seated and ran away. The hunter then pulled the trigger and fired into the air. This startled Laura, as she paused and turned around. I threw the gun away from his reach and pushed him back but he didn’t budge because our strength was evenly matched. I unhandled him and hurried for the gun, but he held my leg and I dropped to the ground pulling myself towards the gun as he pulled me backwards away from it.

There was no time to think—I immediately kept running with Hunter. Hunter moved with incredible speed—no doubt knocking his mask off—always managing to dodge the bullets just in time while keeping me tightly protected in his arms. We made it out of the club and fled across several streets into a turning alleyway hoping we had gotten away, but immediately found our escape route blocked by our assailants on the other side. We pulled back to hide behind the wall, waiting for an opportunity to get away. When the gunfire stopped, I grit my teeth in anger. “Who are you?” I yelled demandingly. “Why do you want to kill me?”

I mean what can I even say to him right now that hasn’t already been said? If I do run away, I would just be a coward. But it wasn’t me that was the coward. It was Hunter and Caleb for not pulling their heads out of their butts and working out their issues. No longer was I given the option to even slip away, as his gaze locked onto mine and his pace quickened as he made his way towards me. Would I still have time to run?

Luke explained. "How did you ran away?" I asked. "You know, leaves and dirt." She said and I chuckled. "Oh, mom. That's what I did for the last 11 months searching for you. So no pack can catch me, until, they caught me." I said nodded to Lucy and Jarred with a smile. I could saw the Look on Luke's face changed to anger. "But they helped me, Luke. They save me, umm sort of." "What do you mean 'sort of'?" Dad spoke up, confused.

It slid across the highway like someone who'd shown up late to a party and been disappointed to find it already in flames. I didn't stop moving. Running in the open is a different kind of ballet. There's no cover to hide behind. It's all about endurance and misdirection. I feinted left, doubled right, felt one hunter lurch and miss his footing on the slick shoulder, and then—because I am not a heartless monster—because there are rules even to killing and I like to stick to my own—I trip a hunter with a flick of the boot. He goes down. The others curse and aim. Too fast. Too proud.

Tears flowed down my eyes in torrents as I abandoned my mother and ran. The forest line was far because it was a clearing for the pack house and other buildings. But I was still able to escape and run through it. I was lucky enough to avoid the shots of the hunters as they came closer. Passing and hiding behind buildings also helped and I was able to miraculously avoided the bullets like that. They didn’t take too long before they stopped shooting at me. They must have not wanted to waste their bullets on me like the earlier hunter had said. But then I heard a single final shot. I knew that it hadn’t been for me. There was a sharp pain in my heart as I realized what had happened.

I gulped taking my jacket off and putting it down . "Where are you from ?" He asked . I hummed as I felt pain at the back of my head , " The-the city .." He stared at me , My scream came soon after he fired a gun at a distances enough to make me start crying and tremble against his hold . " NO . Please , please , Florida , I am from florida , I -I ran away . From my home . I- I have no where to go . I-I was just trying t-" "Leave " He said . He didn't need to ask me twice . I bend down grabbed my jacket and made my way towards my bag . The guy who checked my bag smirked . " Nice panties " I felt harassed on that comment , but I knew better than to fight on it .

He looked at me with a pained expression. “What’s the matter?” I asked, moving closer. But he moved away, grabbing his head with both hands, letting out a staggered breath. “Hunter?” I tried again, my hand stretched out toward him, but he shook his head. “I need to go.” He breathed, “Go home. It’s not safe to be out tonight.” And with that, he was gone. Hunter disappeared into the deep forest. “Jamie?” Callie grabbed hold of my arm. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was, what was that? He just disappeared…