CHICORA DAIBER - HUNTERS

Chicora was born in California but quickly moved to Texas. There she grew up partaking in 4H and theater. Chicora loves to read adventure and fantasy novels and enjoys video games in her downtime. Her dream is to continue to write and one day be a published author.

HUNTERS

​The door slammed open as two people stumbled into the hotel room. The woman supporting the man as she kicked the door closed. She half pulled half carried the man to one of the two beds and dumped him into the bed. Ignoring the grunt of pain, the woman darted to the bags piled up in a corner of the room and pulled out a duffle that was filled with different sized bottles, bandages, and glowing orbs.
            “Here,” she said rolling the man over and tipped the rim of a coke bottle into the man’s mouth. “Swallow. All of it.” She said making sure that he did as he was told.
            “That’s disgusting,” the man said not opening his eyes.
            “But it will make you feel better,” she said taking a moment to breathe and look around. It was a dingy hotel room. Wallpaper dated back to the 50’s with the same décor style, but it was cheap and they weren’t really planning on staying for long.
            “…erra. Terra,” the man said breaking Terra from her stare. “You need to stich up my stomach.” He said.
            “Right. Sorry James,” Terra said grabbing a cloth bag from their designated medical bag. She unrolled the bag and picked a curved needle with some thread. She worked slowly making sure everything was ready before cutting off James’ shirt. Dried blood caked around the jagged tear in his stomach. “You got lucky.” She said getting to work cleaning up the area.
            “No joke,” James said wincing as the alcohol burned. “But how was I supposed to know the werewolf was on steroids?”
            “There were the remains of cattle the thing left behind,” Terra pointed out as she began the first suture. “And the accounts of the people who managed to get a look at the beast.”
            “Yeah, yeah,” James said before yelping as he finally felt the needle.
“Shut up,” Terra said glaring at James. “We don’t need the neighbors waking up and complaining about us.”
“Careful with that damn needle,” James groaned before laying back down.
Terra rolled her eyes before going back to work. Slowly, the ugly wound was closed. Terra carefully ran a damn cloth over the sutures cleaning the blood off and to check her work. Finding it satisfactory she stood up and pulled out a jar. She unscrewed the cap and carefully scooped up some awfully smelling gray glop and smoothed it across the suture work.
“There. Now get some rest,” Terra said closing the lid and tossed it back into the bag. “I’m going out.”
“Not alone, that thing will tear you apart.” James said struggling to get up.
“Relax,” Terra said pushing James back down. “Sun’s coming up. I’m running to the gas station to get us something to eat. Besides, you are the one to make stupid decisions in this team.” She said smirking at James before cleaning up and leaving the hotel room.
James sighed as the door closed behind Terra and settling back down trying to rest. He shifted slightly feeling the itch around the wound area. The poultice was doing its work speeding up the healing and making it itch massively. He got up unwilling to stay in his own filth and shuffled to the bathroom.
The hot water helped clear his head. With a towel around his hips he walked to his bag intending to pull out something comfortable to wear while his wounds healed. He frowned hearing the door knock.
“Forgot the key Terra?” James said walking to the door and opened it. Revealing not Terra but a burly looking man with wild wolf like eyes. “Well. Shit.”
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Terra walked down the long hotel hallway arms filled with food and drinks. She pulled the key card out of her back pocket to unlock the door but stopped. The door was slightly open and she knew that she closed it behind her. Setting the bags down she pulled out a small gun that was tucked into her boot before approaching the door.
“James?” Terra said opening the door slowly. The first thing she saw was blood. Lots of blood everywhere. “Shit. James?” Terra said stepping into the room and closed the door firmly behind her. She looked to the bathroom first where it was closest to the door.
“Ah, wonderful timing Terra,” James said when she finally came to the bedroom section of the hotel room. “Our good werewolf friend followed us home. Don’t worry he’s dead now.”
“Oh, for the love of…” Terra said covering her eyes with her free hand. “Put on some damn clothes!”
James frowned then looked down. “Oh, right.” James said realizing that he was now naked after the struggle. “Sorry about that.”
“You’re not hurt, are you?” Terra said not moving her hand away from her eyes even as James pulled on a pair of sweat pants.
“No more than when he tried to take a bite out of me.” James said walking over to pull Terra’s hand down. “Help me, will you? He’s got at least two hundred pounds over me.” He said before heading back to the body.
“Right.” Terra said putting her gun away and went to help James. They worked quickly and quietly getting the body wrapped up in the stripped blankets from the two beds. They got the body dumped in the dumpster before packing up their things and leaving.
“So giant werewolf is taken care of.” Terra said driving down the interstate. “Where to next?”
“There’s a town in Nevada that looks like they might have a banshee.” James said looking at the news article on his laptop.
“To Nevada then,” Terra said with a grin.