The Hunter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Hunter

 

When the summons came Warren G was bordering on ecstatic. At last, after months of effort he had finally succeeded in getting the job done. The door was closed so he tapped out a pattern and waited to be told to enter.

He knew as soon as the door opened that something was wrong. Suddenly he wanted to be anywhere else, far from the big man’s view, but it was too late. Warren’s boss looked up from his seat behind his desk, beckoned him forward.

Stepping over the body and trying to avoid the pools of blood, Warren stepped forward, letting the door close behind him.

“You wanted to see me, Boss?” His voice, far from strong, displayed his nervousness.

The man behind the desk nodded his head, then pointed to where the body lay. “What, or who, is this?”

“The target, sir... the Hunter.”

The head that had been nodding was now shaking. “Wrong! This is not the Hunter.” The voice was low, menacing.

“I’m... I’m sorry. I made a mistake. I mean, sir, you have to admit that the image was not very clear and...”

“Enough!” The man raised his voice as he got to his feet. “Clean up this mess, then get out there, find the Hunter and bring him back here. Alive, because I want to make him suffer.”

Warren G found himself left alone in the office, apart from the body. It was heavy, already becoming stiff with rigor mortis. Bending down, he tried to lift the body but gave up after succeeding in nothing more than covering himself in blood. He left the room, returned with a large plastic sack then proceeded to push and pull the body until he could tie the bag and drag it into the lift.

It was quiet. Thankful that the boss always worked the night shift, Warren G dragged the heavy plastic bag from the building and hoisted it up and over into the dumpster where it landed with a thud on his previous mistake.

Back inside the boss’s office, Warren G surveyed the blood. At least there was not much arterial spray. There were a couple of spots on the wall that needed a wipe, some thickening drops on the front of the desk, but mostly the blood had pooled on the floor. Luckily the boss did not go in for carpets, Warren thought, as he mopped, rinsed and mopped again.

Tired out, he headed home with the intention of sleeping the day away. Pulling the blinds to shut out any trace of sunlight, instead of his bed Warren went to his desk. He fired up the computer and studied the photographs, the information; all the things that he should have needed to successfully capture the Hunter.

Why had he got it wrong? Not once, even, but twice? Never known for his patience, Warren G knew that he was running out of time.

The Hunter had become a bit of an obsession with his boss. Not only did he represent a possible threat to the company and all its employees, but it had become a matter of honor. He wanted the Hunter’s head on a pole. That would, he claimed, stop anyone else from following in his footsteps.

Unable to sleep, Warren G waited for the sun to set. Only when it began to get dark did he head for the alleyways and back streets where the Hunter was known to hang out before he set off on a mission.

The area was unusually quiet, which had to be a good sign. The gangs of thieves, the drug addicts and the homeless kept away when the Hunter was about. Warren G took up position against a wall where the shadows should hide him completely from view. All he had to do was to stay alert and wait.

There were several false alarms, when Warren G had found himself adrenaline primed by rats and a fox. He needed to cool off, get a grip on his nerves. He could not afford to make another mistake.

After several hours he saw a figure making its way along the cobbled alleyway towards him. Timing was everything for he would only have one chance. If he misjudged his attack the Hunter would kill him without hesitation. Letting his fingers play along the knife’s handle Warren G held his breath and waited.

The Hunter had turned out to be surprisingly easy to subdue. He had initially put up a struggle but as soon as the blade had touched his neck he had obeyed the whispered instructions. They had walked back, side-by-side through the darkness and Warren G had handed over his prisoner to the guards on the door.

He’d done well this time, Warren G thought, as he waited for the summons that he knew would come. The Boss would be pleased with him, maybe even give him a promotion, or at least a pay rise. There was a spring in his step as he made his way to the office.

“Enter,” called the voice of his Boss. He wasn’t giving anything away for cross or happy he always seemed to sound the same.

Warren G walked into the office, expecting to see a decapitated body on the floor, the Hunter’s head already mounted on a pole. He was taken aback when there was not so much as a spot of blood on the floor, becoming shocked when he saw that his boss was not alone.

Beside him stood a tall woman of perhaps thirty years old. She wasn’t beautiful, Warren G thought, but she was striking. He had never seen her before, of that he was sure. Then he noticed the two bloody marks on her neck which marked her out as a new recruit.

“Hey, Boss,” Warren G gushed. “I got the Hunter at last then. Where’d do you put his head?”

“Her head is still firmly on her shoulders. Take a good look! Is this the person that I sent you out to apprehend? Can you see any similarities, because I can’t.”

“But, Sir... I knew it was hi...”

“Her! You brought back a woman! The Hunter is, and always has been a man! But, she has certainly added some new blood to the enterprise, and maybe she’ll be a bit more efficient at your job than you have been.” He bent down to retrieve a sword from the floor beside his chair and handed it to the woman.

“Now, for your first task, take this idiot’s head from his shoulders. And learn from his mistakes.”

 

 

 

 


Submitted: June 08, 2020

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Mike S.

Spooky-good, Hull!

Mon, June 8th, 2020 6:54pm

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Thanks for reading, Mike.

Mon, June 8th, 2020 12:03pm

Sue Harris

A brilliant story, Hully, the hapless Warren G and his series of mistaken identity. Although gory, it is exceptionally well written and riveting. I really didn't see that end coming at all! Great writing.

Mon, June 8th, 2020 7:39pm

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Thanks so much, Sue.

Tue, June 9th, 2020 10:43am

Vance Currie

Good one, Hully. A well told story with--as usual--an unexpected ending. I remember the days when it was easy to tell the difference between a man and a woman by the clothes they wore. Not so much these days.

Mon, June 8th, 2020 10:07pm

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No. And I think that's kind of a good thing, Joe.
Thanks so much for giving this a read.

Tue, June 9th, 2020 10:41am

HJ FURL

You're on fire, Hully, your writing's on fire, and I'm loving every word. Terrific writing. Arterial spray of the highest order!

Tue, June 9th, 2020 11:49am

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Thanks, HJ. Glad you enjoyed it.

Tue, June 9th, 2020 10:39am

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