Cold White Woods

All I could see was white, a change from dark. We walked further into the woods, my body still stunned from the shot.
She is unhappy, its cold and windy. Were not properly dressed for this at all. I suspect that due to the looks of mountains; we were somewhere in the north. What happened next goes by extremely fast that I almost miss it completely.


The woods got quiet, a gentle breeze of air and snow brushed part of my hair from my face, I quickly shoved her to the ground, causing her cigarette to burn out on the snow and her leg to twist in an almost painfully manor. As she is falling, with more force than I have ever felt before I am shoved with an overpowering backhand to my face and torso into a tree a few yards away hitting my back and jolting my neck back in pain. Seconds later, having no time to break from the last, My body is shoved up the tree and my hands bound around a slightly higher branch than myself, with a rope as old as Gerorge Washington himself. My body lagged down pulling the corse rope against my wrists. He, being one of the "two", an old friend of sorts, from years ago, spoke: "Oh my, did I shot you in the side here?" His sarcastic voice hurt as bad as the knife he shoved in my previous wound. "Pity" I could feel what he had coming, I didn't say one word as I slowly drifted off. I could hear in my subconscious, fighting, almost like dogs or bears fighting over a fresh winter carcass. The fighting seemed to fall farther away, I was not sure if it was me drifting, or the event distancing its self from me. His voice was instantly at my ear, his face warm in the winter of the woods, his breath calm but panicked at the same time, his placement of himself not sure for moments. "I can't cut you down without pulling the knife from you", He braced himself as he put his burning hand over my mouth, leaning his shoulders against my upper body, pulling fast the blade from me. Pain shot through me like never before, I wished a thousand times to be dead at this moment, with the same knife he cut my arms down an I fell into his arms, "Have you come to kill me?" "...Yes". I fell into the back darkness fast, as if I was riving a race car straight into it.
She was shoved to quickly without notice, her cigarette falling from her hand into the snow, twisting in pain her ankle. Her face hit the snow. Before she could look up herself, unwanted hands pulled her to her feet as she watched the person so close, so newly fragile in everyones eyes but her own, be thrown yards away into a tree, making as if her back would be now broken if she was anything less than she was. Her darkest monster, was standing yet but two feet from where her sister once lay, "Take her back to the train." "NO!" "Let me go, leave me alone" Words poured from her month as the monster jogged to the lip body by the tree, the arms, with great strength, carried her struggling body away. The pain of her ankle, now passed, filled with the pain from being taken away from safety and comfort. They moved quickly with her but not quick enough to out run the screams of her fellow companion. With her eyes closed, desperately holding in the tears of trauma, she is yet again dropped into the snow, this time looking up with only her head from the pile of cold ground she was placed upon, she comes to find, more monsters fighting over her stupid, destructive dam blood. She laid her head back in the snow and contemplated the recent events over the years, the loss, the moving, the monsters, her blood. For the first time she knew what her sister was talking about being lost in memories, she drifted off to a peaceful and homey time. Being with the ones she held most to her now empty heart. Over the last few years she had come to resent her sister, for it was one of the last feelings she had left after loosing everything and everyone. She was a possession now, her blood was a key, to what she had no idea. Her protective and always forgiving sister kept way to much from her, something though, she has become used to. Somethings though cannot be replaced. Someone has picked her up from the snow, she comes back to her tragic reality. They are trying to communicate with her, she opens her eyes, her ears are ringing. There is blood everywhere, instantly she checks her arms and her body, all good. "Are you ok?" "Dude she looks fine, maybe a twisted ankle." "Sigh, lets get her to the cabin, she looks like she is in shock." She is picked up in this giants arms like a small child and carried, listening.
"Do you think they got to her in time It sounded like she was being cut to shreds." "Well I know I heard Cod getting a few good hits in so I'm assuming so." "I wish he wasn't so complexed by her, it would be an easy job then, kill the mark and move on." "Instead we have to save them, then hunt them, its crazy man." "He said this was the last time, he is cutting her loose." "Think he means it" "This time, yes. She is to weak to be playing this game anymore, its give up, fall"