RescuedA Chapter by The Invisible Girl Chapter One
Most
normal girls like to go shopping at the mall and spending lots of money at
Sephora. Or talk about the latest fashion trends and celeb gossip. Having girls’
night out and discussing which boys they like. Taking cute selfies and posting
them on Instagram to get the most likes. Well, I'm not your average teenage
girl. I hate wearing makeup and I can't stand social media. I prefer being
alone and being outdoors. I don't mind the dirt and becoming one with nature.
My passion in life or I guess a hobby is going hunting. No one
really taught me how to use a bow. I kind of just learned on my own, but my
uncle taught me all that I needed to know. From where to aim and safety with
how to react do encounter big predators. My parents hated that he taught me how
to hunt, but I love it.
Unfortunately he
passed away in a hunting accident, which is why my parents really don't want me
hunting anymore. But when I'm outdoors hunting, I can really enjoy life. I take
in all the beauty of nature from a spider spinning its web from the smell of
sap from the pine trees. Hunting takes me away from a world that tells girls
that to be pretty you have to have over 11 likes on a picture or that you have
to have a boyfriend to define you. The woods are my escape.
As I
climbed over the fence that separates the city from the woods, I make sure that
I have all my hunting equipment. Since it hasn't rained in a while the animals
will be moving more to find water. The woods are my favorite place where I can
just be me. When I was in the woods it felt like I was finally home. It’s not
that my family is broken. No, I have a loving father and mother who love me
endlessly. I just feel different. Like I was meant for something else.
At school,
I have no friends because I'm afraid no one will love the true me. The girl who
goes hunting and likes to get dirty. The girl who gets straight A's and doesn't
talk. Truthfully, I tell myself that I don't have time for friends. My woods
were the only thing that would listen to my dreams and nightmares. My parents
hate it when I go into the woods alone, but I can't help it. It is like the
woods are calling me.
The woods
may look dangerous and mysterious, but as you walk into it you enter into beautiful
world full of colors, sounds, and animals. Pine trees are in single file lines
with random oak trees interrupting their orderly fashion. Purple, blue, and
yellow wildflowers bend to the ground from lack of water. The ground was
sprinkled with pine needles and branches. Cardinals and blue jays sing to me
leading me deeper into the woods. Farther into the woods, I spotted a rabbit
hopping in the brush. I squatted down and loaded my bow. All of a sudden, the
rabbit dashed off into the woods. Something most have spooked it. As I moved
deeper into the woods, there was a strange crackling of leaves. I crouched down
low and have my bow ready. From the hill, a mountain lion came walking down. It
was the biggest mountain lion I have ever seen. Its fur was glittering in the
sunlight like a fire and its eyes were deep amber color. I could see its
muscles flex as it slowly eased its way down the hill. The majestic beast held
its head up high like it knew it was the dominant predator of the forest. No wolf
or bear could match up to his mighty strength.
I hid
behind a tree. I need to get out of here. I know what to do if I ever encounter
a mountain lion, but I don't think it saw me. Normally, they don't attack, but
I rather not take the chance. I slowly start backing up while the mountain lion
has it back to me. However, since it hasn't rained, I accidentally stepped on a
stray branch that made a loud crack in the quiet forest. "S**t," I
hissed.
With a
quick swing of its head, the lion's green eyes stared back at my now frighten
brown eyes. The lion stalked toward me ready to pounce at any second. I waved
my arms and stood tall like my Uncle told me too. I raised my voice,
"Go away Mr. Lion. I don't want to bother you."
The lion continued to walk over to me ignoring my attempts to
scare it away. " Please I don't want to shoot you." I said firmly. Why
isn't this working?
I quickly
grabbed my bow and aimed for the lion's chest. Please, please just go away I
thought. However, the lion kept coming barring his sharp teeth. I aimed for his
chest, but I was shaking so bad I missed. I gasped D****t, I never miss any of
my targets especially this close. I quickly but slowly back away to load
another arrow, but a root was in my way. I fell backwards and hit my head on a
rock. I screamed in pain.
I
moved my hand to my head and it was wet. I could feel the blood drip slowly
down my neck. I could have sworn that the lion was chuckled at me, as if he
knew he was winning. I tried to reach my bow, but my hand was crushed down by
the lion's paw. He does the same to my feet and other hand. I cried in pain.
The lion must have been over 100lbs. I tried so hard to fight back, but the
lion had me pinned down good. The lion licked his lips. I feel tears coming
down my face. I was now the hunted not the hunter.
What will
my parents do when I never come back? Would they be sad or angry that I
disobeyed them? Would they tell me "I told you so" at my funeral? I
closed my eyes and wait for the deafen crack that will end my life. Instead, I
heard a growl coming from the bush.
A giant
wolf jumped from the bush and knocked the lion off of me. I gasped as the lion’s
claw scrapped my face as he fell over. I scooted away as the lion hissed at the
wolf who growled back. I tried to get up, but a sharp pain raced up my leg. My
ankle was sprained from tripping on the root. The lion jumped on the wolf with
extended claws while the wolf dodged and attempted to bite the lion's neck.
They move incredibly fast and each knowing the right moment to attack each
other. I knew the wolf would probably be no match for the lion.
What I was trying to figure out was where did the wolf come from
and why was it attacking a mountain lion. Normally they hunt in packs, but with
game that are not a big competition.
Seeing
the opportunity, I loaded my bow and aimed it at the lion. This time it hit him
on the shoulder. The lion looked at the arrow which was impaled in his
shoulder. The wolf took the moment and bit the lion in the neck. The lion
yelped in pain struggling to get free from the wolf's jaw. The lion slowly
started to go limp in the wolf's mouth. The wolf dropped the dead body and
looked at me. I finally got a real look at the wolf.
The wolf
was black as midnight which looked like it would feel like silk. His eyes were
a bright blue which seemed to become brighter when the rays of sunlight came in
through the crowded trees. The wolf was so big that he could have passed off as
a small pony. He stood tall and defiant proud of his kill. I waited for the
wolf to start eating the lion, but he never even looked back at the dead lion.
I never knew wolves could get that big. Or that one wolf could take down an
adult lion. My head started to hurt plus I felt really dizzy. The wolf came
closer to me. I didn't load another arrow, because I kind of felt in debt to
it. It did save my life.
The wolf
looked down on my face and whined. I place my hand on my cheek and saw that
there was a lot of blood from where the lion scratched me. The wolf licked my
cheek. He nuzzled his face into my neck and when his snout came close to my ear
it growled, "Sophie." What, wolves can't talk, and how did it know my
name. I must be going crazy or I really hit my head really hard on that rock.
The wolf backed away and sounded like it chuckled. Again the wolf said,
"Sophie."
Everything
started getting fuzzy and dark and my eyelids starting getting heavy. I tried
to keep them open, but that's when everything had turn black.
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Added on September 9, 2012Last Updated on November 23, 2017 Tags: werewolf, romance, love, drama, supernatural AuthorThe Invisible GirlGumdrop Forest, Candy Land :PAboutI always had a passion for writing. Though I'm not the best writer, I always put my readers first. I hope whenever you read my work that you will enjoy it. So share, rate and review my stuff and i.. more..Writing
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