Monsters in the Trees, Steel in her Heart : The Girl (Conclusion)

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She watched the single leaf fall, drifting, gliding as it rode the gently breeze changing its path of descent, falling as if in slow motion until finally, it settled on the ground. She felt a surge of energy moved like a wave across the forest, small animals scattered, breaking cover, birds squawked as they flew away in terror. Gripped by an intense fear, the girl felt her stomach tightened, the taste of bile threatened to spew from her throat, she swallowed hard to hold it down... her heart began to beat, thundering like an African talking drum, she feared the noise would communicate her position to the killer, who was even now moving ever closer to her position.

Her legs felt numb she could barely feel her fingers and toes. Distraction, she thought, she needed to keep her mind active, she must focus on something other than her discomfort. She remember reading somewhere that a person could slow down their heart beat by controlling the rate of their breathing. She concentrated, took deep slow breaths until she was able to feel the steady sequence of her heart thumping, lub-dub....lub-dub, the beats got slower and stronger. The girl was resisting sleep, she struggled to stay awake. She waited, she knew that the horror would soon be over, whatever happens.

Her nemesis, who called himself the hunter moved in for an easy kill. He walked with purpose, savoring the moment of his sinful gratification.

The psycho came into view, he hesitated, stopped to look around him, he gazed up into the trees but did not find what he was looking for. The killer took a deep breath and exhaled in exasperation, he could almost taste the girl, he knew she was near, but damn, he couldn't see her, he shouted “I know where you are, I can smell you...if you come out now, I'll make it quick. “ The girl shivered.

The psycho continued, his voice laced with unsuppressed anger, the malevolence glowing from the little piggy eyes like hot coal. “ Come out, you stupid bitch.. killing always give me an appetite, and there's a pot of rabbit stew waiting for me, with the little beauty who's going to replace you... she'll be good and scared now, just the way I like 'em.”

The psycho unknowingly, moved so close to the girl, he could have touched her, the girl held her breath.

How could she contemplate taking a life, God help her, she remembered the horror she felt when her grandmother killed the chicken for Sunday dinner. Only five years old, she watched in horror as her sweet gentle grandma took hold of the chicken's scrawny neck, held the struggling fowl between her knees and sliced off the terrified creature's head. The animal flew from her hands, hopping and jumping around the front garden, a trail of blood in its wake, as the very life drained, spouting from it's neck.

The decapitated chicken jumped passed the petrified child splashing warm blood across her face, she let out a deafening scream as she stood trembling with fear. The child's mother came running from the house, took in the chaotic scene at a glance, then catapulted into action.

She flew out of the front door and down the stairs, gathered the little girl up in her arms, tenderly she embraced the child before carrying her to the bathroom where she undressed, showered and comforted the girl. Her mother would later try to explain that the chicken was always meant to provide food, and that grandma was only preparing dinner for her family whom she loved very much. However; the little girl was not buying the explanation, and would never really fully trust grandma again, the child became a vegan, not a morsel of meat ever knowingly passed her lips from that dreadful day.

Strangely; here she was armed and ready to kill. Her heart told her “thou shalt not kill” the voice in her head insisted, “it's you or him, he will kill you, then another and another until he's caught, what if he is never caught, whose child will he kill next?

The thought of another frightened young girl tied and trussed up like an animal somewhere in the forest, ended the debate between heart and head. She was resolute, she must finish it here and now.

She forged her heart into cold steel, she felt the energy ran through her body, her hearing acute. The hairs on her skin stood up, she could feel the intruder's every move.

He walked over to the tree, the heavy work boots carelessly crushing its way through old rotting leaves and twigs, each step he took exclaimed his position to her sensitive ears as she picked up the slightest sound like a pulse of radar. He moved closer into the shadow of the old oak under which she waited to send the evil beast to meet his maker.





She waited

Leaning against the tree trunk, the psycho lit a cigarette and dropped the match stick, it landed on the hand that was glued to the piece of wood the girl hoped would despatch the maniac from this world. She felt the dying flame licked at her skin, yet, she did not move.

The Psycho, took a deep draw on his cigarette, dropped it and ground it under his boot.

“Hey bitch, I don't have all day, don't make me mad girl, or it will be worse for you.”

The girl breathed deeply, it's now or never, the pile of old branches and dead leaves exploded like Vesuvius, in a single movement she brought the stick up into the psycho's lower abdomen, impaling him on the piece of wood as she stood up. “ The name is Jenny...Jenny Camacho, may it ring in your ears through all eternity, you monster.” she screamed at him. A look of shock, disbelief and panic crossed the psycho's face as the light faded and left his dead eyes.

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Jenny felt exhausted, the tears she cried tracked down her face, blinding her eyes as she stumbled away from the horrific scene. She was lost, she did not know which way to go.

Just when she thought she could not take another step, Jenny felt she was being watched.

Very slowly she turned around, she was surprised to find a lone fox calmly sitting on a patch of grass in what looked like a pumpkin patch only a few feet from her. The girl gazed into the animal's eyes, the fox held its ground, then stood up, turned and began to walk away. Jenny stood still, the fox stopped, turned its head towards Jenny, the girl felt that the animal wanted her to follow.

Jenny began to move, she followed the fox as it weaved its way along a narrow path that zigzagged though dense tangled thickets, until the strange pair emerged into a meadow on the edge of the forest.

The fox led Jenny to a path that ran under a large oak tree then stopped. Jenny looked around, she saw lights in the distance and knew she was safe. She turned back, but even as she looked for the fox she knew he was no longer there, like a ghost, the animal had vanished. Jenny looked up at the sky, the sun was setting she knew she was safe, she smiled sadly and softly whispered to the sunset “goodbye my friend.”

The morning papers reported that a young girl, Jenny Camacho, had killed the psycho who called himself "the hunter." And that the girl had escaped alive.

The information she gave the police helped to rescue another young girl who was held in a cabin in the woods. The girl was found bound and gagged, almost out of her mind, but the Mayor's daughter was alive and well.


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Quildon, so glad you enjoyed this, I'm afraid I cannot take the credit for creating Jenny, that goes to Frank, I just tweaked her a little. :)

Thank you for taking a look, the visit and great comment much appreciated. Take care and my best to you.


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quildon 2 years ago from Florida

Thanks for creating a powerful heroine, Jo, and for giving us a nice read. If only there were more like Jenny.


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Gypsy, and you've made mine :) thank you for reading, and for the kind comment. Take care and my best to you.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

This story made my day and that wonderful fox at the end


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Joelle, I'm so glad you enjoyed the story, Casper the friendly fox simply turned up in my garden one day, then became a frequent visitor. I thought he would make the perfect guardian angel to help Jenny out of the woods. We all need one of those now and again. Thank you for the wonderful support, take care and my best to you as always.


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

tillsontitan, I guess it's inevitable that there will be a degree of cross over, but I'm amazed at the inventiveness of all the writers who took part in Frank's challenge. All round a job well done. Thank you for reading this, take care and my best to you.


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tillsontitan 2 years ago from New York

Seems we thought along the same lines though you added so much more. I could relate to the chicken story having seen a headless chicken running around my backyard as a child.

Obviously the wise fox was a great twist. I loved reading your ending.

Voted up, useful, awesome, and interesting.


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kidscrafts 2 years ago from Ottawa, Canada

Great hub, Jo! I love the happy ending and the fox.... and by the way, what a fantastic picture of the fox! I was happy to see Jenny safe and in the process saving others from "the hunter". All your pictures are fabulous but I especially love the fox who is looking right at you! If we could read his thoughts... Jenny could read them!

Have a great day!


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Flourish, I love to see the underdog win once in a while. This was good writing practice for me, thank you for the encouragement.

My best to you.


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Cam, I'm glad you liked it. I just had to go back into the forest and bring Jenny home. I love happy endings. :)

Always a pleasure to see you, take care now.


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FlourishAnyway 2 years ago from USA

That is one tough lady. I really like the fox in the end.


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cam8510 2 years ago from Columbus, Georgia until the end of November 2016.

Jo, you did it, and I'm glad you did. Great story. The fox was a very nice touch.


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Ruby, I'm so glad you enjoyed the concluding part of this story. The episode with the chicken came from a distant childhood memory. Thank the Lord for vacuum packs and supermarkets. :) Take care and have a lovely day.


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Frank, I guess I took a few liberties, glad you liked it. :)

Poor Jenny seem to be in a parallel universe, with slight variations on her predicament...well ok, huge variations. Thank you for the inspiration, I enjoyed writing the stories. Take care and have great day.


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is great! Throughly enjoyed. That poor chicken, it brought back a memory when my mother beheaded a chichen, i ran behind the house and covered my ears. I will never forget that scene, the chicken running around with no head. I loved your ending too. The fox must have been an angel...


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

LOL Tobusiness... I had a funny feeling you were going to tinker..LOL but I love it.. so yeah glad you did..:)


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Devika, It helped that Frank had already set the scene for us, I simply let the imagination run. Thank you for those wonderful words of encouragement, they do mean a lot. Take care and have a lovely day


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Faith, a very good morning to you. The Fox is Casper, a friendly fox that use to visit my dog Megan every night, regular as clockwork. This was before we moved house. Thanks for the very generous and encouraging comment as always, I'm very glad you liked this ending. Take care and have a wonderful day, my very best to you


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Phyllis, I just couldn't leave the ending open, I had to go back and tie up the loose ends. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Thank you for taking the time, have a lovely day and my best to you.


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Jackie, you're a woman after my own heart. Thanks for taking the time. My best as always.


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Bill, I hope you're bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning after a good night's sleep.

Yep... I'm a sucker for happy endings, we could use more of it. Thanks for reading, always appreciated.

Have a great day and my best to you.


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DDE 2 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

An incredible story and I enjoyed the end you certainly of a talent of one keeping a reader's eye focused. Well achieved!


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Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

Wow, another awesome write dear Jo! I loved this ending, especially with the fox showing up. Excellent, suspenseful and chilling, with a happy ending.

Up and more and sharing.

You are a great writer,

Faith Reaper


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

Cheers for Jenny and for you, Jo. This is a great ending to the terror.


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Jackie Lynnley 2 years ago from The Beautiful South

Very good, no wimpy women here! Just my kind of ending! ^+


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billybuc 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

Hooray for happy endings. I knew she'd get him all along. :) Great story, Jo, and now I can call it a day.

bill

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