Hunted chapter 4No
He pounded at the dirt, his head his shoulder, all crashing into the solid wall.NO
Dirt continued to break loose but the wall didn't give.The smell was overwhelming and he swore he could feel the monsters breath drifting down the tunnel."No! NO!" Tears rolled down his cheeks, dirt rained down and made them into mud. He sobbed, grinding away at the wall with his elbows."Get away from me-GET AWAY!" He slammed the wall with all the strength he could muster and his head broke through. "
Ben?"Ben lifted his mud-caked eyes. It was pitch black but the familiar voice refreshed his fear. "DEAN-DEAN HELP ME-GET ME OUT OF HERE-!""BEN!" The sound of Dean's running feet meant he was farther away then Ben had guessed. "Ben- where are you?!""Over here- Dean please-!" His bones froze when he felt a talon-like hand curl around his foot. His head jerked back instinctively and saw the deathly quiet presence of white eyes watching him
Hunted chapter 3Dean continued into the tunnel. He knew it was foolish to walk this far without any sight or sense of direction. He kept moving forward because all he could think about was how terrified Ben was of being left alone in the dark. He imagined how scared he must be right now
how much pain he's in
all because his big brother failed to protect him. Ben groggily rose back into conciseness. He reached up to wipe away the dirt in his eyes but his arms were securely crossed against his chest. Ben blinked open his eyes in confusion and stared down at the binding. White strands of what appeared to be paper-mâché were wrapped around his arms and ankles, Ben pulled against the binding warily before his vision began to spin again. He stilled on the ground overcome with fatigue and drowsiness. Ben closed his eyes painfully as his right leg began sending shocks of pain through his body. "
Hunter chapter 2 "BEN!" Dean's eyes scanned the room frantically before the rain of glass jars and bottles broke across his shoulders and knocked him down onto the ground. The shelf loomed over him, dumping the remainder of its contents from it shelves. Dean rolled onto his stomach and covered the back of his head with his arms. The rain was short, but it broke across his back and cut deep into his hands. The slivers of glass the shattered near him stung his face and hands while unknown liquids soaked his clothes. It was cut short when the shelves finally hit the ground. Dean lifted his head and watched as the fist shelf came crashing down an inch from his face. His relief was snuffed out when the second shelf planted itself across the back of his legs. Dean's body jerked in reaction forcing out a strangled cry as pain echoed its way through his bones in waves with needle-like quality. &
Hunted Chapter 1Benjamin Whest poked his head into yet another dusty room. "It's empty Dean!" He asked hopefully, "Can we leave now
?" Ben eyed the stonewalls that held this pile of rubble into a massive heap that reminded him of the wigwams they had made in art class out of paper clippings and clay. He scanned the walls around him and noticed that even the walls were scared and broken from years of abuse, graffiti
and agony. His older brother stopped analyzing a particular piece of writing just long enough to shoot his brother a stern look. "What's wrong with you? " He grinned mischievously, flickering his flashlight. "Is Benji afraid he'll see a ghost?" Dean broke into laughter at the momentary flash of shock that whipped across his brother's face. Ben glared and wrestled the flashlight from his brother's hands. "Ghosts don't exist Dean." "Course they don't."