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</div><br/>Rays of sun broke through the treetops in the humid Louisiana Bayou, the music of nature lightly playing in the eerie stillness of the marshy wetland. Slowly, the sounds of snapping twigs, splashing water and disturbed brush would interrupt natures melody and fill the air with chaos. The Hunters veins were on fire, cold gaze hadn't faltered from the man he chased, dipping and weaving through the trees and trudging as quickly as they could through the treacherous waters. His breath remained steady, stopping quickly and taking aim against a fallen cypress, the gunshot echoing as the bullet flew, thick thunk as it buried itself into the bark of a tree and a yelling curse was heard in the distance.<br/><br/>Just as quickly as he had stopped he had begun to pursue again, eyes staying locked on the figure fleeing in the distance, insatiable determination not to lose him.<b>"I didn't do anything to you man, what the hell do you want from me?!" </b>The prey called out, he could hear the panic and exhaustion in his voice, splashing and sprinting as fast as he could to get back within striking distance. He was going exactly where he needed him to be.<br/><br/>Soon the wetland gave way to more friendly terrain, they two pushing past the brush and low hanging branches before a loud metal clanging was heard, followed by a scream that pierced throughout the wooded area. It may have been "low tech" but one couldn't deny how effective bear traps were when chasing prey such as this. Removing the mans agility and maiming him at the same time, as soon as he heard the scream a smirk appeared, hidden beneath the bandana covering his face. He slowed himself to a light jog before discovering the Abomination, screaming and grabbing at the trap dug deep into the flesh of his leg, desperately trying to free himself and causing more damage. The Hunter took his time walking up to him, placing heavy boot against his wounded leg and causing another scream to leave the injured man.<br/><br/><b>"Let me go! Please! I'll give you anything! I know people, you could be rich!" </b>The man pleaded as he looked up to the man hunting him, Wes giving a small chuckle as he simply pulled down the bandana from his face, and all color disappeared from his captives face.<b>"Whoa....whoawhoawhoa look man, I di- I had no clue. That mess? I wasn't involved in any of it I swear."  </b>The true seriousness of the situation he was stuck in beginning to make itself known. Wes squatted himself down next to the man, his eyes not leaving his as he took his rifle, digging the barrel into the wound created by the bear trap, piercing scream from his captive being given again.<br/><br/><i>"Ya know, you boys are real hard to find..."  </i>Light southern accent gracing the mans voice as he removed the barrel from the wound, burning eyes still not leaving his.<i>"Where y'all hiding out now? Missed ya a few weeks back down in the bog." . </i>The captive groaning in pain and panting heavily, still reaching down and attempting to free himself from the trap<b>"Shoulda known that was you, you fucking PSYCHOPATH." </b>The mans kind words bringing a smile to the hunters face, running a hand to slick back dirty blonde hair out of his face, admiring their surroundings before he reached over and clubbed his leg with a fist.<br/><br/><i>"I know you're shifting territory, and I know he's helping organize it." </i>His face beginning to twist in anger as he spoke the last few words.<i>"Where. Is. He." </i>Taking a finger and beginning to dig it deeply into his wound, pulling and tearing at exposed muscle and tendon.<b>"THE SKINWALKERS, HE'S MEETING WITH THE SKINWALKERS TONIGHT IN ST. JOHNS!."  </b>The man screamed, his voice breaking and nearly passing out in pain. Wes removed his finger, satisfied as he gave the man a pat on her shoulder<i>"See? Now was that so hard?"  </i>With that unsheathing his knife from his belt and kneeling over the man.<b>"Waitwaitwaitwait no no no please, I told you what you wanted please I told you don't do this!" </b>Wes taking in a deep satisfied breath and plunging the knife deep into his preys chest, the melody of his screaming was music to his ears.<br/><br/>Wes looked over his kill, satisfied with his handy work before he left the body for the animals, After all they had to eat too, it was a very fragile ecosystem. That night he had made his way to St. Johns, arriving just before sundown and staking his claim up in the trees, his rifle placed caringly between the limbs, and a hunting bow gripped in his hand, silver arrowheads adorning his ammunition. He stared intently at the structure, keeping tabs of the shadows that entered and left accordingly, waiting on his prize to finally show himself. Three years of hell finally about to pay off.