Fool’s Bluff Chapter 2 – Hunted

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Wesley tried not to look at his hand as his doctor worked on it. Acid crept up his throat after he inadvertently he caught sight of it and he turned his head away quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. Fingers were not supposed to look like that, especially not if they were attached to his hand, his body.

A throbbing ache in his foot took his mind back to what had just happened on the mountain. That stupid kick. That stupid thing. It was bonier than he thought it would be, harder than what zombies were supposed to be like, since they always made a squishy splat sound when wounded. The pain in his toes had been immediate, but the shock of everything after that kick had been worse. With a deep growl that was barely audible, the thing had uncurled and a giant head had turned towards him. Wesley then saw its entire body. It looked like an enormous rotting wolf or bear that had come back from the dead. Its oversized, sharp, white teeth glistened prominently through an angry snarl, like a bright movie billboard on a dark street, except this one wasn’t advertising Dumbo. This one would have said, “I’m Going To Eat You”.

The image of those huge, menacing teeth haunted him, and they grew larger and more threatening the more he replayed his memory. He pictured those teeth, now six inches long, in a mouth that could easily bite off his entire head, hovering right in front of him. Snapping and growling, its hot breath blew his dark hair back, while he stared directly into the monster’s mouth filled with multiple rows of serrated teeth. A long, razor-sharp claw emerged from nowhere and took a swipe at Wesley, who, after finding a magical sword nearby, swung back and kept the beast at bay.

Wesley had always had a wild imagination. Once, he had even convinced himself that he was the sole heir to his family’s enormous fortune because his older brother, Ben, was actually illegitimate, conceived from an affair his mother had had when she was vacationing alone in Sweden. The idea had come to him in a dream in which he had overheard his parents having a heated argument: “Where did he get light hair and blue eyes from when everyone on my side of the family all have dark hair and dark eyes?” “Why did you insist on going on that trip to Scandinavia alone?” “What exactly did you do there for three weeks?” The scene was still vivid in his mind and he thought of it often, especially when he was angry at his brother. He had confronted his family with “the truth” years ago, but his father had dismissed him immediately with only one ominous response. “Never speak out against your family.” Wesley wasn’t sure if he had been right or wrong about the memory, but he never spoke of it again with his parents.

As he walked outside his home, he let the door slam behind him, which jolted him back to reality. With pain meds coursing through his body, his left hand in a cast, and one of his father’s high-powered hunting rifles in his right, he knew what he would do to that thing that had caused him so much distress. Maybe a round to the head would be too quick and painless though, he thought. No, he had to come up with something more appropriate. After all, he was just minding his own business and now he was injured. He had suffered. So that thing had to pay.

A quiet growl warned Sam to stay away. Her nerves fired and her pulse took off in a sprint. She stumbled backwards awkwardly over one of her trekking poles, snapping it in two. What had she just gotten herself into? A lightweight pole wouldn’t defend her from an angry squirrel, and this was no squirrel.

She examined the creature’s face. Wesley was right about one thing, she thought, he did look a bit like a zombie. He was huge, but his muzzle was too short for a wolf or coyote. A dog? That was it. But what kind of dog was he? What was he doing here and how did his end up in this condition? What was his story? Sam knew the answer to that question. It was sad.

“It’s okay, puppy. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The rumble continued.

Maintaining her distance, she crouched down, took off a glove and held out the back of her hand to give him a good sniff. “Shhh. Don’t be scared, nobody’s going to hurt you.”

The dog’s ear twitched and he grew quiet. He seemed to be paralyzed, except for his large, soft eyes, which followed Sam wherever she went. They expressed a sort of pleading wariness that reminded Sam of some of the rougher-looking hitchhikers she’d seen on the highway, desperate for a ride, but not from just anyone.

“It’s alright, buddy.”

He let out a little mewl and she soaked up a good, long look. As gruesome as he appeared, as fierce as he had sounded, and as foul as he smelled, there was a terrified, vulnerable soul deep down inside.

Long, soft whimpers that sounded like high-pitched whistles were now coming from the dog. Sam couldn’t understand how something so weak, something that looked more like a carcass than a wild predator, could attack anyone. Especially Wesley Black. The Wesley Black who was known at school as the boy who was bullied — once, and only that one time. The boy who got sent home and was laughed at after the attack because his pants were soiled, who swore revenge upon his return, who did come back almost immediately with a little “help”. The Wesley Black, who got his revenge and showed everyone he was not to be messed with.

But all that didn’t matter right now. The dog was sick, desperate and probably dying. He was the one who needed help now. And Wesley Black, the boy who had threatened to kill this dog, the boy who was not to be messed with, was coming back.

“This is gonna be siiiick!” Wesley exclaimed, his face unnaturally close to the camera Drew McConnell was holding. “Yo! Get another look at this too,” Wesley held up the rifle and swivelled it around to show off its different angles.

“Alright, alright, alright! We are here on YouTube LIVE coming to you from Black Mountain, named after Mr. Wesley Black right here! Wesley OWNS this whole place. Check out these slopes. Owned by Mr. Wesley Black. Check out those lifts. Owned by Mr. Wesley Black. Check out that monster of a mansion down there. That’s right, owned by Mr. Wesley Black. And by the way, people, that place is sick. Pool, arcade, gym, theatre, basketball court, driving range, bars, bowling alleys, a three-level underground garage with an elevator for the super cars. You name it, it’s there.”

“We’ve got a shooting range too,” Wesley said pulling the camera to his face.

“Wow, I didn’t know about that! There is nothing that place doesn’t have. And again, OWNED by Mr. Wesley Black.” Drew said, pointing the camera first at himself and then panning it around to capture the views. “My man Wesley here is gonna show you all what a total badass he is, aren’t you, Wes?”

“That’s right, son!”

“Alright, alright. So let me just catch you up on what’s happening here. My buddy Ben and I were just chillin’ in Ben’s gym, you know, it’s abs day today.” Drew lifted his shirt and flashed the camera on his flat stomach. “Yo, yo, but check out my brother’s six pack, ladies! Benji give ‘em a taste, bro!”

“Naw, man.” Ben Black pushed the camera away with a sheepish smile.

“Alright, alright, Benji’s always been a little shy, but trust me, ladies, this boy is the whole package. Tall, a head full of — what do you call this — blonde? Sandy blonde? Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a six pack that just won’t quit. And he is single, ladies. What more could you want? Haha. Don’t say I never tried to hook you up, brother. Hahaha.”

“Anyway, we’re in the gym, we look out the window, and what do we see? Mr. Wesley Black leaving the Black mansion with this rather impressive weapon! So apparently, what happened was, Wes found a giant, rabid animal right here in our backyards, people! And like a man, he took one for the team and was severely injured. I mean, severely, folks. And now, he has to wear this cast while his body is in recovery mode.” Wesley threw up his injured arm and scowled directly at the camera.  “But! And I say, but, Wes is not letting this devastating injury stop him from doing what is right for the citizens of Glacier Village, is he? No! He is not. This is what a real man looks like, people. He coulda curled up in a corner and cried, but he did not! He coulda frozen in fear and gotten eaten alive when he got attacked, but he did not. No! What he did do was fight back and survive! And now, he’s come to finish the job he started. He’s gonna protect innocent women and children from being killed by this crazy, wild animal. Yo, Ben, man, you wanna say something?”

“No, I’m just here to make sure my little brother doesn’t end up killing himself. And to officially say, I tried to talk your son out of this, Dad.” Ben smiled at the camera.

“Shut up, Ben. Don’t make me tell the whole world about how special you are to our family.” Drew swung the camera from Wesley back to Ben, who now had his head down and was focussed on the uphill climb.

“Alright, alright. Back to the task at hand. Yo Wes, we almost there yet, man?”

“SHHH!” Wesley hissed as he brought the rifle’s scope to his eye. “Total silence from now on, guys. We don’t want to give it any warning. It’s kill time.”

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Lee Gregg is the author of Fool’s Bluff, the first novel in a planned mystery series featuring Sam Shepherd, set in the mountains of the west coast of British Columbia, Canada.