Critter Volume 2 Chapter 2

~Flashback~

         Mitch sat upon the foot of his bed, a tear fell from his face and hit his scuffed up jean pant leg. What his father had just told him would change him forever. He wondered how someone could just leave his son. The sound of closets opening, cloth hangers being pulled and bags being zipped filled the tiny house. It was supposed to be a normal day. Him and his dad were supposed to hop in the truck and leave for work, like every other day.

His mother passed when he was very young, and now all it took was a phone call to send his father packing. “Mitch, LOOK AT ME!” his father placed his fingers under Mitchell’s jaw and brought him to eye level. “If only you could understand” he said seeing his 18 year old son cry “I don’t have time, their coming for me and they can’t know about you! Your special son, remember that. It’s all yours now you understand? The bar, this house, all of it.” Mitchell cried “I DON’T UNDERSTAND” his father knelt on one knee “someday you will, but for now you need to be strong, be a man. Make a life for yourself and someday if I see you again you will understand why I left” his father grabbed the two bags he had packed for himself and walked out the door “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE, DAD!” “I love you, son” his father left and Mitchell watched as his father drove away, never to see him again.

His father was telepathic like him; so reading his mind was impossible. Not to mention Mitch didn’t fully understand or even know how to use his abilities that made him so  “special”. He walked through the house seeing nothing, where family photo’s used to hang. His father wanted no evidence of him ever having a son. Mitch remembered one place where he kept a photo of his parents.

He arrived at the restaurant, puts the key in the door and walks in. Nothing felt right without his father. He ran past the tables and bar into the back where he always ate his lunch with his dad. He cried more when he sat in the office chair that always sank in causing his father to constantly nag about getting a new one. He glanced at the photo of the restaurant his father had from opening weekend on the desk, Mitchell took out the photo and looked in behind, there lay the last photo of his Mother and Father he had left. As he clenched, he swore to himself that he would make his Dad proud, so that if he ever did come back, here their restaurant would be. Safe and sound. 
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Mitchell pulled out the picture, worn and torn for one last glance as he came across the house, that clearly was now visible. Kindred’s house. He walked in not knowing what to expect, apparently the witch’s curse was lifted. He then wondered if Kindred was even alive. He ran inside to see her dead body. He turned his head and covered his nose, the stench made him ill. He wondered what became of Ashley. The site just angered him more and in flamed the hatred for supernatural beings. He looked down to see a paw print on the floor, he placed his hand on the print and he was overwhelmed with images. A wolf pack travelling somewhere, he then saw what he needed to see. The whereabouts of the witches hut.

The chains on Ashley’s wrists were causing swelling on her skin. The man pulled her forward step by step. Behind her were 7 more men, all werewolves. What has her life came to? Why must there be so much hatred and evil in the world? Ashley tripped over her foot and fell onto the ground, skidding her elbows. A man approached, “GET UP” He yanked her to her feet and began pulling her. They were walking for hours. It was getting dark. “What do you want with me? If you let me go, I promise I won’t say anything!” she begged. “We need you” “FOR WHAT?” she snapped back. “bait”. 

They Killed Kindred, Ashley knew that they wouldn’t care about killing her. She sat, chained up by a fire the men had made for her to sleep through the night. “We should be there by tomorrow afternoon” a man yelled out. A younger man then sat on the log next to Ashley. He said nothing as he carved his knife. The boy looked up at her, bleeding from many places, scared and cold. He sympathized. “You owe me an explanation” Ashley said “He made a deal” the boy began explaining “The man that took you, Shaun, he made a deal with the Witch that released the curse. He must bring her a Vampire by tomorrow night or…” “OR WHAT?” Ashley yells “Or he dies, and you” he took a breath “you’re the bait”.

I was all his, the house, the farm, the crops and the livestock. After Tyson’s death the only person on his will, was Clayton. The fact that Clay was Tyson’s only loved one, was sad to him. Clayton and Kelly had begun moving into the farm that once housed Tyson and his wife. They moved in their belongings and settled in. They were so happy to finally have a permanent place to live, and the picture of Tyson and his wife would forever hang above the piano.

Kelly was in bed, and Clayton sat awake on the Kitchen table trying to arrange a funeral. It seemed like there has been too many lately. First Chevy, now Tyson. He picked up the phone and dialed the police station. “Hello, Sheriff Stackhouse? Yes it’s Clayton again calling about the Tyson investigation?” he waited for a response “We will make sure to call you if anything further comes up, in the mean time you call me if you need anything okay?” Clayton’s shoulders sank with the bad news “Okay, ya thanks, bye” he was about to hang up when Stackhouse spoke up “Hey Clay? If you ever wanted to do something sometime to maybe get you’re mind off of everything you just let me know okay?” Clayton wondered if Sheriff Stackhouse was asking him out. He had no time to think about it because somebody was knocking on his door. “Uhh – Hold on someone’s at the door, I’ll call ya back” he ran to the door and swing it open “CLAY!” the woman yelled as she swung her arms around his neck “OH MY GOD I’VE MISSED YOU!” Clayton released from the hug to get a second look “oh my god Rachel?”

Lauren was washing the dishes as Chris lay on the couch watching the game. She thought to herself What a lazy little fuck. As she placed a plate on the drying rack, the power went out. The darkness then filled the house “Chris?” she said “Ya hun” he walked over and held her shoulder. He grabbed a flashlight from under the sink. Then, a noise came from upstairs. The two ran up the stairs hand in hand “HELLO!?” yelled Chris as they approached the bedroom where the noise originated. He pointed the flashlight at the window seal where an Eagle was perched. “HOLY SHIT!” the bid flew off into the night. The flashlight was then quickly pointed to the wall where, in red paint it wrote ‘BLOOD FOR BLOOD’.

Next On Critter : The Witch is made known. Ashley is brought face to face with death. Lauren get’s a lead on the mystery painter. Clayton is visited by a friend and a foe. Jordan and Lena face their biggest obstacles yet. The war between the Sirens and the Mer People rages on.