Hunters Moon Black And White

Inside the cabin the chunky fat man dropped in a chair infront of a fire place. Phillip shook his hand and sat down with Suzette.

"Bad s.h.i.t got insane son, im telling you!" He blabbed through his fat lips and lit a cigar.

"This f.u.c.king place gives me the geepers, and i don"t scare easy"

"Whats happening?"

"Im not entirely sure, but it feels supernatural, ya know? Not real s.h.i.t, the wolves, the voice in the woods, rumors about a witch, f.u.c.k! I didn"t sign up for this"

"You didn"t sign up for anything Benson, you sponsored all of this" Phillip said making the man laugh.

"Yeah youre right, another adventure, it"s the problem i have son, i have a s.h.i.tload of money, but dont know how to spend it, i like sponsoring it instead to expeditions like this, gets my company name out and i get to go on a little f.u.c.king adventure. But now! I think i bit off more than i can chew"

"Whats the story with this voice?"

"Thay say during the Kenecott "copper rush" back in the day, people swarmed in to make their fortunes, but they ended up working themselves to death. Youll see past McPherson, a town isolated from any roads deeper into the park, there"s an old broken down railway running to the abandoned copper mine. Son! It spooks there, they say its all the dead miner"s souls still trapped by the l.u.s.t for money, and some say you can still hear the screams of falling miners, voices of other dead ones... So bad it is in fact that not even the government wants to expand real estate there, its, just too haunted. Construction workers refused to continue as they hear the voices and their tools keep disappearing from their belts, some even saw tombstones appear out of no where. Freaky s.h.i.t son"

Phillip felt Suzette shrill next ro him.

"Ok, then this animal attack you speak of? What of that?"

"Thats bout the most f.u.c.ked up thing I experienced so far, the bodies were torn well to pieces, wolves tare bodies apart yes, but not like that, some bodyparts are missing all together, bone and all, one boy can"t be identified, his head is completely missing, and no one wants to go deeper into the forest to see if it wasn"t maybe dragged off by a wolf, they"re just to scared"

Phillip nodded rubbing his chin.

"Ok, lastly my father, i have his coordinates, id like to go look for him first, when did they say this blizzard wil clear?"

"Later today, but we just entered the three months of dark son, so be ready to move under constant torchlight"

"Months of dark?"

"For three months it will be total darkness day and night, it will be lighter during daytime, but still no sun. Akaska"s placement on earth is responsible for that"

"Fok" Phillip said.

"Yes, f.u.c.k i say" Benson repeated.

"Where is this kill sight?"

Benson opened a map and pointed at a red circle. Phillip matched it to his coordinates.

"The kill sight is much closer, lets go there later on"

"Ok, Hot chocolate anyone?" Benson asked and Suzette"s face lit up.

"Ooh, yes please" She happily said.

"Whats the story with that woman my dad wanted to go see about wolves?" Phillip asked as Benson placed the kettle on the fire.

"Her name is Anna, wierdest most beautiful native girl you"ll ever meet, but boy is she strange, her accent is typical red indian, and she refuses to talk to people with a slightly more whiter scin than hers, she calls us outsiders, but she"s the only native American girl here"

"You met her?"

"Yes, the b.i.t.c.h came in just this morning, i went over to her to ask of she could go help me find Bertus, but she slammed the f.u.c.king door in my face"

Phillip stood up "Thank you for trying Benson, you have my respect"

"Sure son, i might be a millionaire, but im no f.u.c.kface, you can count on that"

Phillip took the AK out of the duffel bag and placed a mag in. Benson cheered seeing this.

"f.u.c.k yea boy! Now there"s s.h.i.t commin!"

"Where does this Anna stay?"

"Last house down the street on the right"

"Ill be back, Suzie enjoy that coco"

Before she could say anything Phillip had the AK under his trenchcoat and was out the door.

The blizzard bit at him, but his recce training kicked in now, he hardened himself up against all elements, his father"s life was at stake, and this teef slams a door shut in the face of potential rescue? He felt like shooting the door down but banged it instead.

She oppened it before his third knock fell, almost like she waited for him to come.

"What do you want!?" he asked, only het face visible iside the thick fur and leather coat, she looked almost like an eskimo.

"You Anna?"

"I am"

"I hear you know a thing or two about wolves?"

"I do" he couldn"t really hear that accent in those short answers.

"My father is lost in the forest, please i need your help"

She looked up at his face, then scanned his body.

"Come back, when thad hideous wheapon has been burried, i shall not allow it in my home"

"What weapon?" He had the AK well hidden.

"That Kalashnikov!" She yelled slamming the door shut.

Phillip was so angry he could scream. He turned around, paced back to Benson"s cabin, inside he stored the AK, and before the man and woman inside could say anything, he was out again. He didn"t need that rifle now anyway, the trusty misther Smith and his friend Wesson was still on his hip.

Back at Anna"s cabin he lfted his fist but she opened before he could knock and stood aside so he clould enter, then she closed quickly to keep the cold out.

"You are desperate" she said pa.s.sing him with a glare.

"No s.h.i.t hey! It my father"s life is on the line"

"Chanses are hes already dead" She stirred soup in a caldron over the fire.

"Dont give me that s.h.i.t!"

She glared at him again "You speak foul to a host, have more respect"

"Benson came here yesterday to ask the same question, why did you shut him out?"

"Disrespect, he adressed me foully"

"Well then..." Phillip took a breath "Im sorry, on his behalf aswell"

She nodded slowly "The wolves in this area are unsettled, the elk is gone, they hunt anything that moves now"

"Why is the elk gone?"

She took a sip of her soup then slowly looked at him with her dark purple eyes "The witch of the forest"

Phillip watched her closely for any sign of a joke. Benson was right, she had this exotic beauty about her, the kind you find in an fhm magazine, but not quite in a playboy. Her dark purple eyes a colour he has never seen in a set of eyes, and her tan native scin gave them perfect contrast. Her silk black hair wasnt dark, but not grey aswell, it was thick and twisted around her neck like a scarf, he estimated it to be atleast the length of her back. Finding nothing but serious on her face he started laughing.

"Witch hey? How do i know you"re not the witch?"

She looked up from her soup again, that blank expression finally got a smile, but that smile made his gut not, as pretty as she was her smile was something out of a Stephen King novel.

"What makes you think that? Is it my caldron on the fire? My eye color? Or that i knew of your Kalashnikov?" She asked.

Phillip admitted to himself, all were traits of a witch, accept the eyes, hed give those beauties a slip.

"What about your house in the woods? The fact that you know so much about the wolves?"

Her smile disappeared and Phillip"s guts untwined.

"Im not her" She stood upright "Sit?" She asked.

He slowly took a seat and she handed him a bowl of soup.

"You didn"t put a spell in this?" He smiled.

"I can smell it..." She took a bowl herself and filled it "Its un mistakable... Kalashnikov, its horrid bark, still sounding in my nightmares, kah kah, kahkahkah, i hate it! Its the devil"s weapon"

"I take it you had a bad run in with it?"

She glanced at him "Yes"

Phillip expected more of an explanation, he knew what she spoke of in fact, all the insurgents he faught against in Angola had AK"s that sound was unmistakable, and it haunted his dreams aswell, but unlike Anna, the things he saw and done back in the day wasn"t something he spoke of easily, not even Suzette knew what he went through, the h.e.l.l pf the bushwar was a burden soldiers seldomely like to share, sharing it alone brings the nightmares back.

"The more I made distance, the more rapid the gunfire became, it was like they got more desperate to kill me" She spoke to her bowl of soup "Rrrr, in the distance" her voice almost went to a whisper "rrrr" She glanced up at him then stayed quiet.

"Little wierd aren"t you?" He said frowning.

"Say what you want, don"t bring that weapon here again, you will not be welcome"

He subconsciously tasted the soup, and it was wonderful.

"This..." He said and she looked up. He went into a pretend "Ugh! I! I cant breath!" He pretended to choke, falling back and gagging, but Anna made no move, showed no sign of remorse. He stopped his act.

"That was cold?"

"If you really did choke you would have dropped the bowl of soup" She said and continued eating.

"It"s great"

She looked up at him again, he lifted the bowl "This is probably the best i had, well done"

"I, never had guests before, I"ve been here all my life, never had guests, especially a man"

"She"s a hippie" he thought "Why?" He asked, thinking he might swell befriend her, if he was to get her to help him with his father, for better or worse.

"People really do think im a witch"

He grunted "Let them think what they want, im not convinced that you"re a witch"

"Convinced you say?"

"Yes, your soup is good, your house is warm, and, well, youre alittle wierd but i can relate... Alittle" s.h.i.t! He hoped she wouldnt ask him about the related part.

"Relate?"

Him and his big mouth!

"I, well, don"t tell anyone i told you this, the only people who really know, were the ones who served with me"

She looked at him, that blank expression told him to continue, he would have to ask Suzette to give him a good spicy session tonight if he was to forget again.

"I was in a war, we faught against an enemy who preferred using AK 47 as their weapons, Phillip watched her closely for any sign of a joke. Benson was right, she had this exotic beauty about her, the kind you find in an fhm magazine, but not quite in a playboy. Her dark purple eyes a colour he has never seen in a set of eyes, and her tan native scin gave them perfect contrast. Her silk black hair wasnt dark, but not grey aswell, it was thick and twisted around her neck like a scarf, he estimated it to be atleast the length of her back. Finding nothing but serious on her face he started laughing.

"Witch hey? How do i know you"re not the witch?"

She looked up from her soup again, that blank expression finally got a smile, but that smile made his gut not, as pretty as she was, it was something out of a Stephen King novel.

"What makes you think that? Is it my caldron on the fire? My eye color? Or that i knew of your Kalashnikov?" She asked.

Phillip admitted to himself, all were traits of a witch, accept the eyes, hed give those beauties a slip.

"What about your house in the woods? The fact that you know so much about the wolves?"

Her smile disappeared and Phillip"s guts untwined.

"Im not her" She stood upright "Sit?" She asked.

He slowly took a seat and she handed him a bowl of soup.

"You didn"t put a spell in this?" He smiled.

"I can smell it..." She took a bowl herself and filled it "Its un mistakable... Kalashnikov, its horrid bark, still sounding in my nightmares, kah kah, kahkahkahkah, i hate it! Its the devil"s weapon"

"I take it you had a bad run in with it?"

She glanced at him "Yes"

Phillip expected more of an explanation, he knew what she spoke of in fact, all the insurgents he faught against in Angola had AK"s that sound was unmistakable, and it haunted his dreams aswell, but unlike Anna, the things he saw and done back in the day, wasnt something he spoke of easily, not even Suzette knew what he went through, the h.e.l.l pf the bushwar was a burden soldiers seldomly like to share, sharing it alone brings the nightmares back.

"The more I made distance, the more rapid the gunfire became, it was like they fot more desperate to kill me" She spoke to her bowl of soup "Rrrr, in the distance" her voice almost went to a whisper "rrrr" She glanced up at him then stayed quiet.

"Little wierd arent you?" He said frowning.

"Say what you want, dont bring that weapon here again, you will not be welcome"

He subconsciously tasted the soup, and it was wonderful.

"This..." He said and she looked up. He went into a pretend "Ugh! I! I cant brearh!" He pretended to choke, falling back and gagging, but Anna made no move, showed no sign of remorse. He stopped his act.

"That was cold?"

"If you really did choke you would have dropped the bowl of soup" She said and continued eating.

"Its great"

She looked up at him again, he lifted the bowl "This is probably the best i had, well done"

"I, never had guests before, ive been here all my life, never had guests, especially a man"

"She"s a hippie" he thought "Why?" He asked, thinking he might swell befriend her, if he was to get her to help him with his father, for betrer or worse.

"People really do think im a witch"

He grunted "Let them think what they want, im not convinced that you"re a witch"

"Convinced you say?"

"Yes, your soup is good, your house is warm, and, well, youre alittle wierd but i can relate... Alittle" s.h.i.t! He hoped she wouldnt ask him about the related part.

"Relate?"

Him and his big mouth!

"I, well, dont tell anyone i told you this, the only people who really know, were the ones who served with me"

She looked at him, that blank expression told him to continue, he would have to ask Suzette to give him a good spicy session tonight if he was to forget again.

"I was in a war, we faught against an enemy who preferred using AK 47 as their weapons, that bark you talk of, i had it day in day out for weeks on end, many, many soldiers on the other side, all with that distinct sounding rifle firing on full auto, desperately trying to kill me and my men..." Her blank expression changed slightly to a sorrowful one.

"Emagine hundreds of barks, thousands! That noise like cicadas in your ears long after the battle stopped, it was so bad at one stage any noise that had similarity to an AK"s noise made me dive to the floor... So i can relate to your experience, after the war aswell i remained alone for years, too afraid of myself, i wake up from nightmares grabbing my sidearm and firing at anything in the room"

He chucked "I wanted to be alone, because i was afraid my nightmares might kill someone"

Her gaze went back to her bowl of soup.

"You lie, if that weapon gave you nightmares, why bring it with you?"
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"Its reliable"

She frowned at him.

"It doesn"t jam, you don"t have to oil it, as much as it was a symbol of fear to me, it was also a weapon i respected"

Her face had no change and he sighed.

"So, this witch? What makes her, well, does she exist?"

"She might, but i don"t want to speak about her"

He rubbed his face, it seemed this conversion reached it"s peak.

"Im, rather enjoying your company" She surprisingly said and peeked up at him through her fringe.

"If, you can accompany me tonight, i will help you with anything you need"

"Of course, I"ll bring my girlfriend with, she"s also good company"

"No, you alone"

Phillip knew Suzette won"t like this, but it was for the sake of his father.

"Ok then"

End chapter.