The sun started peaking over the horizon and a dense fog covered the ground as Violet and the Hunter drove farther away from civilization.
“And when, over the course of your quest, did you become aware you were no longer the one doing the hunting?” He asked.
Violet noticed how engrossed he was in what she was saying. Maybe if she kept his attention, if she got him to care, he would sympathize with her. Maybe he wouldn’t turn her in.
“I realized it about five hours outside Chicago. I kept seeing your blasted hat everywhere. You must not be as sneaky as you thought.”
“Or you’re not as smart as you thought. Did it ever occur to you that I wanted you to know I was chasing you?”
“Why? Because running would distract me from going after the people you work for?”
The Hunter didn’t respond. That would be a yes, Violet thought.
“Who do you work for, by the way?”
Violet barely got the question out when a green burst of light ignited in the middle of the road twenty feet ahead. The Hunter hit the brakes, slamming Violet against her belt. The green light vanished. Only a man was left standing in the middle of the road, staring directly into the Hunter’s eyes. The Hunter opened the car door and strode toward him. Violet had a feeling the two of them had met.
Violet thought for sure the man would be knocked out by one punch, but he grabbed the Hunter’s fist mid-swing and overpowered him. Whoever this mystery man was, he was stronger than the Hunter. Impressive.
Should that comfort or terrify me?
For the month of October, I’ve joined a writing challenge called Writober. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we write something and send it to the entire group.For Writober, I’ll be continuing the series I’ve started about a tough pyro named, Violet Blair.