Hunter Sommer (missherocomplex) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-05-14 12:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | casper, complete, cycle002, hunter |
WHO: Hunter & Casper.
WHEN: January 16th, around 6pm.
WHERE: Casper & CJ's place.
WHAT: Let the final showdown commence!
WARNINGS: Violence, language, attempted vehicular homicide, blood, death, flames!
She was behind the wheel of her truck, knuckles white, and a little bit drunk, that was definitely true, even though Bran was always on her case about drinking and getting behind the wheel. She rarely did it because Bran always told her not to, but Bran wasn't here anymore. Admittedly, Archer would have been just as disappointed, if not more. But Archer wasn't with her either, and admittedly, Hunter wasn't exactly thinking straight anyway.
Hunter hadn't really been thinking straight for a while, but the scene at the Garret house had been the last straw. Her face still hurt like a bitch from the confrontation at the market, the bruises and damage from that day hadn't left her, but she was still out for more. Well, she was out to give more. She'd reached the end of her rope. Her dog, her boyfriend (she might as well go ahead and admit that was what he was because it was what he should have been), and now one of her best friends. It was a miracle that nothing had happened to Annie yet, a thought that plagued Hunter constantly in the last twenty-four hours. What would happen next? Why were all of these insane things happening to her, testing her strength?
But bad things happened most often in threes, Nona was three. It was still Casper that had started the whole mess though. It was Casper who had so callously killed an innocent animal, her family. Casper had killed Bella, then Bran had gone down, and now Nona, bad things in three and Samantha York was the root of it all.
She hadn't really stopped drinking since Archer had let her go home yesterday, when he had the scene at Nona's house under control, once all of the yellow tape was up and questions asked, and settled away. She had been told to go home, to get some rest, but she had started drinking as soon as she walked into the trailer. She had chugged a can of beer, poured herself a tall glass of rum and Coke, and sat on her couch and had a good sob. She slept some, but not well, and although she had called Annie in the morning and said she would come over, she found herself sending a text to cancel their plans that evening. She had other plans, she had drank and cried more than she would ever admit, she had put her fists through her walls, and come up with alternate plans.
She would go and see Annie later, but she had to take care of something first. She had something to finish. This had gone on long enough, and she had to set it right, she had to get to the root of her problems. Maybe she could even break her own bad luck streak, maybe Annie would be okay then. She was all Hunter had left at this point. She'd get in trouble, no doubt, they would know it was her. They'd find her. Max would be disappointed in her for such drastic measures, Archer too, maybe even Annie, in the end. But she had to set things right.
That was how she found herself behind the wheel, cruising slowly, but watching. Knowing exactly where she was going. The baseball bat was on the floor, behind her seat, and she knew that she had to do what was coming next. She loved her truck, God knows she did, but sometimes things had to be sacrificed for the greater good.
When she saw Casper's house a few yards away, her hands tightened around the wheel, her eyes watching the street. It was empty, darkened. That was good. She didn't want to hurt anybody else, after all.. this was between her and Samantha, period. She should have just beaten the shit out of the dumb bitch years ago, when they were still kids, before any of this could have happened. People always said she was some kind of witch, her and that new girl in town, for all Hunter knew it could be them making the town so crazy. By her own drunken reasoning, she could be saving everyone.
She didn't think twice about it once she was close enough. Her engine revved once, twice, before she floored it. Her seatbelt was on, fastened tight, and her determination was on her face, almost sneering as she kept her foot on the gas, heading straight for Casper's front door. She closed her eyes, and within seconds, she was driving straight through it, no idea where she was hitting, but the truck crashing into the front wall of the house with a thundering crunch and practically demolishing it on it's way through. The vehicle didn't get too far into the house, tires damaged, the front end looking almost as bad as the wall it hit, and the windshield cracked all over.. but not broken. There was a hissing sound, and some smoke rising from under the crumpled hood, as there was another crunching sound, Hunter kicking the driver side door open and climbing out into the demolished living room, aluminum baseball bat in hand.
Her forehead was cut, blood running into her already black eyes, and her face hurt like a fucking bitch from colliding with the airbag, which had deployed immediately. Her bad leg was screaming in pain, her knee jolted in the crash. But her determination wasn't broken. She was looking to see where Casper was in the debris. If she was under the truck, she'd finish her off, get her final blow in, spit on her, if she was lucky. If she wasn't under the truck anywhere, then she was going to find where she was in the fucking house and show the bitch a good time anyway.