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It wasn't easy, boots on ice in a sprint for your life but he made it look like an olympic sport. The terrifying fact still stood, no sign of his enemy but the feral sounds echoing through the darkness knew he was being hunted by something worse then a wolf or mountain lion.

His flashlight was as useful as a candle right now, he was lucky to see his feet at this point.

{Thoughts} This is fucked! I'm fucked! Travis just what fuck did you find out here?!

Y/n tried to find an escape but the forest was so deep and dark it would be suicide.

On the other side there was a rocky bluff but if they could shove a car like a small child on a swing then they could out climb him without a doubt.

Before Y/n could plan an escape or seek any form of security a miraculous thing occured. The one other source of light that was still on the rise, the sun preparing to breach the mountain crest was shadowed by something horrendous.

The giant creature that bounded over the cliffs edge eclipsed the dawn in front of Y/n. Smashing down on the ice in front, knocked off his feet he looked up upon a monster.

A giant feral looking werewolf like creature but he wore a hooded jacket and carried an hammer that would put a guillotine to shame.

All the air in his body froze, the sheer sight of this thing paralyzed him. The creature was soon surrounded by a multitude of similar creatures, hairy feral beings that resembled humans.

The dozen he thought he heard were revealed to be atleast 30 - 40 of these lycans. The sun rose and the Alpha howled, his hammer followed as he aimed to bring it down on Y/n.

Nope!

Kicking off the Alpha's knee he pushes himself back evading the colossal heap of spiked metal.

The Alpha, now annoyed, makes three more advances smashing the ice field but each strike is narrowly evaded by Y/n's agility. Now with a small window he pulls the knife from his boot and plunges it upside the head of the Alpha with a vicious wet shuck.

There was a pause, the Alpha's eyes turn to Y/n, then he received a violent back hand.

Y/n ragdolled through the air, landing back flat to the ice, the once hitched breath now sprung free from the impact. He gasped and spit blood onto snow, a lycan took this chance to take swipe at the fallen protagonist but misses and in return Y/n boot lands square in the lycan's chest.

The thunderous charge of large feet made him turn around, just in time to see the hammer go wide but falling to his chest kept him alive for now. Lunging to pull his knife free from the Alpha's scalp didn't get any better, instead of arming himself he found himself hanging off the handle.

The two now scrambling for an advantage, the Alpha trying to grab and throttle his prey while his prey clung to him evading the hands. The Alpha stepped back onto the ice he'd struck before and his weight was enough to finally break through.

The two submerged in the cold river underneath a sheet of ice, Y/n pulled his knife free and plunged it into the Alpha's staining the water with his black blood; however, the Alpha got swift pay back as he bit down on Y/n's left hand.

He choked on the water as he felt the sharp crushing strain, without a doubt his left hand was maimed, using the knife though he stabbed the Alpha in the underside of his jaw sparking a release.

The two fell apart a were washed away down the icy underneath, the Alpha escaped the river with ease shattering the ice above it.

Just as Y/n was gonna pass out he felt his body whip upwards and land on the mix of dirt and snow, the Alpha holding him to the ground with just his weight was enough to make Y/n-s ribs crack.

A church bell.

The Alpha looked to the west, then hollowed before giving a large bound over the trees. Y/n laid there and watched as the lycans followed the pack leader to the chiming.

What followed was silence, alone on the edge of the pond. Clutching his hand something pokes back, one of the Alpha's teeth embedded in his flesh.

I-I gotta pull it out... Fuck... I gotta pull it-

Gritted teeth, the tooth pulls but refuses to leave the wound.

Jesus... {Thoughts}... What kinda hell is this?....

Clambering to his feet instead, peering over the bushes he finally arrived at the village but it was the majestic view of the castle in the distance that caught his eye.

The lost soldier has arrived~

Through the bushes an old woman called out him, waving for him to follow as she walked through a red iron gate.

Hey! Wait, there are demons or some shit out there-

He hurried after her, passing the gates he found himself in the graveyard. The old woman drawing in the mud.

Y/N: Excuse me? Now to he rude... But the hell-

Callahan... The lost soldier has arrived at last~

.... How do you know my name?... Lost soldier, what are you on about?

Hahahahaha... Mother Miranda foretold of your coming... Blood of the valiant, thankfully he came and called for you...

He called? Do you mean a cuban man black hair-

Young Travis told them of your travels... Breed for war but tossed once broken... Like a music box with no key~

Look I just want Travis then I'll leave, I'll get help like the army or-

She shoves the skulls of her staff in his face silencing him, shuttering as she pulled on his wounded hand then laughed.

Truly you are blessed... Or cursed, a future not yet seen but will be decided on how you survive this new world Y/N....

She hands him a leather satchel with a cackle and walks to the iron gates. Within the bag their was a jar that read "Healing Solution" underneath that he found his Beretta from the car incident with a full clip and a spare.

You'll need more then bullets to endure the local lycanthropy, head to the castle and you'll find your truth-

Wait! My hand i need to pull the tooth out, the uh infection could...

Looking down at his hand, it wad still a bloody mangled mess of torn quivering flesh but the tooth itself vanished. The Old Hag's echoing laugh caught him off guard as the iron gate shut with a click.

Confused, Scared, Alone, but alive...

Y/n took the bottle out of the bag slowly reading the label, simply said he was to pour it onto the wound.

He popped the lid, smelt like absinthe, pouring it in the wound he grimaced and groaned as the fiery sensation filled his hand and ran down his arm.

Thousands of ants biting his arm, the taste of copper and the bitter smell made his knees weak... But it subsided and he felt almost euphoric.

He ripped off his glove, his fingers all were there and moving whilst his hand only showed minor scaring now.

{Thoughts} That had to be absinthe or that witch gave me the ultimate healing potion... Either way, I need to get to the castle... And im not gonna let some HAIRY, SISTER F*CKING, BACKWOODS MOONSHINE PISSING, TWILIGHT FETISH DEGENERATES STOP ME!!

Y/n took his Beretta in hand, satchel on his waist and glasses cleaned as he listened to the howling in the distance.

End of Ch.2

Quick Note : Chapter 3 will be the Castle chapter for sure, trust in me i know its been a little slow BUT it's because i have a lot planned for you guys so again, thanks for joining me here today 😄