promise of the hunter

“Malcom! I will not keep silent about this!” Lavender yells, which does not happen often. He looks slightly stunned by her tone of voice and runs his hand anxiously through his dirty blond hair.. “Your crazy! He’ll kill us both!” He whispers angrily even though they are alone. “Not if we tell, how can he kill us from jail?” She says annoyed. “He’ll just send someone else. Remember, that’s what happened to my brother.” Malcom says, his voice cracking slightly as he mutters those deadly words. Lavender looks sorrowfully down at the soft, white fur carpet under her feet. “There’s no getting around it.” He says quietly, walking to the large window overlooking the hub of Toronto. Why are we the ones to know? Lavender thinks racking her brain for anything that might help. “Maybe we can stop him.” She says suddenly. “Are you insane! He’s a psychopath!” He says turning back around. “Exactly, which means he is using threats and violence to get what he wants.” Lavender says pulling grabbing her notebook from the coffee table in front of her. “Great.” Malcom exclaims sarcastically.

“So, we figure out what he wants and then we are fine?” Malcom asks after fifteen minutes of Lavender explaining it to him. She nods. “Sort of.” She says after a second of thinking. Malcom rolls his eyes, she always does this! He thinks as she sits calculating again for a moment. “It’s possible that he just wants revenge.” she finally says. “Great, so we have no clue what he wants. So what? We’re just going to go ask him?” he asks yet again sarcastically. “Yes.” She says with a simple smile, and air of confidence. Malcom sits momentarily dumbfounded before Lavender stands and grabs her purse. “Okay, okay, I love you and all but really!?” he says blocking the door out of their apartment. “Do you have a better idea to save hundreds of people?” She asks pushing him gently out of the way. Malcom shakes his head disapprovingly and reluctantly follows her.

They walk a couple blocks before they find the address that Malcom’s brother, Andrew had given them. that is before he… you know, got shot through the head. “This is starting to feel like horror movie.” Malcom whispers as they open the large metal door to the warehouse. They walk inside to find the dimly lit warehouse filled with large shipping crates. They hear muffled voices not to far away and Lavender takes a nervous step back. The feeble voice is heard mere feet away as they start to hear what is being said.

“There is someone here, cover me.” A deep voice says. “Calling for backup, patrol car thirty six.” A second voice says. “It’s the cops!” Malcom whispers. “We should tell them!” Lavender whispers back taking a step towards the voices. “No! We can’t, tell them we thought my uncle worked here.” Malcom says grabbing her arm, and making up nonsense on the spot. “I’m not lying.” She says just as the police officers come around one of the crates. “Who are you?” A dark grey haired officer barks at them. “We thought our uncle worked here, we were just dropping by to say hi.” Malcom says quickly. Lavender glares over at him, before turning back to face the officers. “Who is your uncle?” The younger officer asks suspecting the worst. He takes a step closer when neither answer immediately. “Ben Herring, oh he just texted me the address.” Malcom lies, that is his uncle though. “Well this is a crime scene so scram.” The older one says waving them off. The couple quickly take their leave, and don’t say anything until they are around the corner.

“Oh my, that could have been bad.” Malcom says letting out a sigh of relief. “You lied!” Lavender says loudly. “Shh.” he says bringing his finger to his lips. “I’m trying to not let us get killed!” he whisper yells back. He takes a deep breath, “We can’t just do this the easy way, your right. We have to figure out what he wants.” He says watching her green eyes. She nods, tentatively agreeing.

Suddenly from behind him a shadow appears, “What I want is you dead too.” The shadow says furiously. Lavender watches in terror as he brings a dripping red dagger down on her boyfriend, who quickly fall to the ground with a thud. She slinks back against the brick wall behind her, heart thumping in her chest. Her breathing brittle and shaky. She glances down at his lifeless body and tears cloud her vision. “What a dear boy.” The shadow man says with a smirk. He smiles at her and turns away running down a dark alleyway leaving a trail of her lovers blood. “Malcom.” She sobs collapsing at his body. “Help! Help!” She screams with all the strength she can muster. “No..” she says and her words turn to sobs. His blood on her hands, his eyes glazed over and emotionless.

The officers that once accused them, and turned them away come running over seconds later to find the poor girl sobbing over the dead body of Malcom Herring. The youngest of the two tries to get her away from him, “Miss, I’m very sorry. come this way please.” He says. She brings her head up, staring coldly at him. “This is your fault.” she screams. The officer looks in horror at the dead body, and then up at his partner. The other officer looks almost as white in the face as the younger one. “You sent us away, there’s a psychopath murderer who already killed his brother. and now…” She starts before falling back into hysterics. By the time an ambulance and more officers show up, she is hysterically sobbing still, to the point where she makes herself weak, and slips in and out of consciousness. They take her away in an ambulance and Malcom in a body bag, with is worse is a matter of opinion. If you ask Lavender she’ll say she’d rather be dead…