Hey guys, back for some updating. It's still
a bit messy as I'm busy packing up for a camping trip. Will be back a few days later to update my other AAR, see you then.
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“Ooohhh...” Sam was just coming back from his sleep.
Sam tried to move his arms and legs, but suddenly he realized he was tied together.
“What the...” thought Sam.
“Having a good night's sleep?” came a voice.
“Paul? What the...”
Sam tried to break free, but the ropes held him tight. He suddenly noticed Tom just beside him, unconcious and also tied up.
“What's the meaning of this?”
“Well, no big deal. I just need to do some feeding...”
“Feeding? What do you mean by...” Sam was suddenly silenced by what he saw.
The beasts of the dark night appeared before him, growing and showing their fangs that shined in the moonlight.
“I'm a bit disappointed that you don't like them,” said Paul amusingly.
“What is this madness all about?” yelled Sam.
“I told you, it's feeding time...” said Paul a bit annoyed with having to repeat himself.
Sam did not like what he was about to see.
Looking striaght before him, Sam saw a little figure there. It was Adeline being tied up, unconcious but at the very least still unharmed, yet. The little girl was laid on an old stomp with a large diameter, as if she was being served on a dish.
“Come on! This is just too old fashion. Why do bad guys always go for the ladies first?” Sam couldn't help but said.
“Because the good guys always suffer more this way, don't you agree?”
Sam fell silent by Paul's words. He wasn't really expecting that kind of an answer, and he even felt that he was being outsmarted.
“You do know that bad guys always lose right?” asked Sam finally.
“That's not true. In every fight both sides lose. It's always just the matter of whether or not what is won can compensate for what is lost.”
Sam did not quite get what Paul is trying to say.
“Anyways, these girls can't wait anymore. Don't worry, you'll get a share of their love soon enough.”
The hounds slowly advanced as they growled evermore louder. Their blood red eyes widened as exicitement overtook their minds.
Sam could not help but closed his eyes. He didn't want to witness what was going to happen, and cursed himself for being so useless to trust Paul that easily.
Just as a hound was going to dive its fangs into Adeline's thin and white neck, its upper jaw was suddenly lifted by a gigantic force. A blade then cleaved through the beast's throat like hot knife through butter.
“Jean?”
To Sam's relief, it was Jean alright. Battered? Yes, but standing and holding a bayonet mounted Chassepot, fresh with the blood of its latest victim.
Jean said nothing, but cut free Sam and Tom with his bayonet before facing the beasts once again.
Although he felt slightly reliefed, Sam was still worried about Danjou with all the hounds surrounding Danjou at Paul's signal, and furthermore Danjou's wounds are far from being healed.
As if to clear away all of Sam's worries, Danjou delievered a powerful blow with the butt of his rifle at the skull of the first hound coming for him. The sound of bone fracturing made a loud crack sound that even overwhelmed the hound's last cry of pain.
Paul held out a pistol and began firing at Danjou at the same time all the hounds attacked their target. However, the shots were not well placed in the sense that the only hits scored were Jean's shirt and a few of the hounds. In response to Paul's shot, Danjou grasped an airborne houndby the throat and immediately crushed its windpipe, before throwing the hound at Paul. As Paul evaded the corpse of the hound, he accidentally tripped over an exposed root.
Without wasting a single moment, Danjou lunged ahead for Paul. The hounds in response lunged for Danjou, but they were all brushed aside with a combination of kicks and blows from Danjou's rifle's butt. Danjou then thrusted his rifle forwards for Paul's torso, with the sharp bayonet cutting through the air in front.
“Oooommmhhh...”
Paul made a small cry of pain as the blade entered his body and exited the other from the other side. Fresh blood gushed out from the open wounds.
“Nicely done... but will you regret this?” asked Paul with blood and his life seeping out of his mouth. The man even had a small smile on his face.
“...” Danjou said nothing, but merely retracted his bayonet out of Paul's torso, and let Paul died with his eyes still wide open, along with a smile that seemed unerasable.
The remaining hounds seemed to be frighten by their master's sudden death, and one after another they turned their tails as Danjou began to turn his attentions to them.
With the hounds gone, Danjou himself felt that his strength were leaving him. It was all more evident for Sam as blood began to seep out of the white bandage covering his wounds.
“Jean!” cried Sam.
“I guess I've overdone it..” muttered Danjou as he collapsed in Sam's arms. The weight of his body made Sam struggled just to move.
“Tom, I think I need help carrying our hero,” said Sam. Although he did get some sleep and food before that, the excitement and all just then left his limbs almost strengthless.
“What... ohh... sure, no problem,” said Tom as he shifted half of Danjou's bodyweight from Sam to his side. Tom had awoken in response to Sam's call.
As Sam looked at Tom in the eyes, he felt something was a little strange with Tom's redden eyes. But they quickly turned blue again, and Sam didn't give it a second thought.