The Runaway Huntress

The setting sun gives the desert an orange hue. Delivery trucks hitting the two-way road with a motorcycle behind them.

Melisca drove at her normal speed. Well, normal, that is above the average of the speed limit in a city proper. A younger girl was behind her that she made friends with from the diner where she took her lunch. Her name's Lorna. A waitress before but turns out to be a werewolf killer with her lethal syringe.

"Liz, can you go much faster? He's catching up on us." Lorna announced loudly for Melisca to hear. The wind drowned out her voice, but the one driving in front of her nodded. So she did hear her.

Melisca glanced at her side mirror. The girl's right. Jethro, with his blue-range rover, was only a few meters away from them.

"Tell me first, why do we have to run away from that guy? He sure was nice." She asked Lorna in a louder voice for her to hear with her human hearing. Not like her that even though Lorna won't strain her throat to shout the words, she can still clearly hear the girl.

"His kind killed your sister. Your only family left. Yet she had lost her life to the creatures like him." The punctuated resilience in her voice, bitterness in each word, had not escaped Melisca's senses. The girl sure held a grudge too.

But your kind also killed my mother. Heartlessly deprived a child to her mom. She said it on her mind.

"Why not just kill him then?"

"We can't. I've run out of supply with me."

Melisca understood what Lorna meant. She had used up her poison needles.

"Supply?" Curiosity made her less of a pretender to the girl she's with.

"I'll explain everything later. Just focus on getting away from him for now!" The desperation in Lorna's voice made her smirk.

"Fine. Open the last pocket of my bag pack, and put on me my eyeshades." She ordered. Of course, she can't get on speed in the desert field without an eye protector. The sand and dust would just irritate her vision. The tiny particles of the earth's ground shouldn't be taken lightly when driving, especially when it's a chasing game.

Lorna did as she told and positioned the shades on her face.

Now, Melisca turned her head to actually see the nearing range rover on their tail. She knew the car wouldn't be a match to her big bike's speed alone. But she wanted to see how skilled he is in racing.

Returning her gaze in front of her, she revved up to overtake the truck before them. The roaring of the engines gives adrenaline to her body. Her heartbeat pumps up the blood more rapidly, feeling the thrill of the ride.

"Liz! Stop showing that grin of yours." Lorna exclaimed as she held on tighter to her waist.

Melisca hadn't noticed she had plastered on a smile in the enjoyable situation for her.

"Drive faster!"

"Easy, will you? I know what I'm doing!" She reverted in annoyance. The girl kept saying what she should do, and Melisca, as one who doesn't like to be reprimanded, is now letting the annoyance on display through her reaction.

Jethro managed to pass the truck also, and only a few feet away from behind them.

"Where do you plan to go, Lorna?" Melisca asked in the middle of the chase.

"We should go to the next city, and it's up to you if you could lose him. But we have to."

"No worries on that."

"But the next city would be a two-hour drive. We can't continue for him to follow us until there." Lorna's muffled voice through the helmet.

Yes, the girl's right. They might run out of gas on their way. So, she had to do something to stop him.

"Hold on for your life." She warned harshly to the other hunter. She then felt her tightened grip on her waist. "But don't you dare crush my food and cigarette in between us."

Melisca heard her faint 'what' but she didn't pay attention to her anymore. She aimed for overtaking another truck not far in front of them. As she swerved in her way, she stayed close before it, riding along with its speed. Just enough not to get mowed by the huge wheeled vehicle.

She veered to their left, slowing down to hide at the side of the truck. Jethro can't see them from the other side. He had finally caught up, the three vehicles together at the same speed.

Melisca let go of her left hand on the handle and bent down to reach for one of the knives strapped inside her boots. Careful enough to balance their wheels. When she had gotten hold of the knife, she returned her hand on the handle and revved up to speed faster than the truck.

She leaned forward to brace herself for what she's about to do. With the other side of the road clear, there are only three of them on the highway. She appeared before the truck again. She drifted in front of it and Jethro's rover, a trail of smoke and dust on her tail. Just a few meters away before him, she turned around his car. When she's close enough to him, they lock eyes for a second as if in slow motion, then in one swift move, she pierced deep enough the knife from her grip to one of his wheels, and his car immediately swayed, unbalanced as one of its four wheels flattened out.

Melisca drifted again behind his rover to get in the direction of where they were going. Jethro slowed down by the middle of the road. She zoomed past him and the truck. Finally on their way alone. She then put the knife back on her boots.

"What just happened?" Lorna found her words, at last. She had not yet absorbed what occurred on their life-threatening ride. "That could have killed us!" She exclaimed when she had just realized everything.

"'Could', as you'd said. But it did not." Melisca replied. She glanced to the side mirror and no one's on their tail anymore.

"Are you really human?" Lorna asked out of the blue, just in spite of her insane driving.

"Yes, find it out yourself," Melisca responded. Well, partly. Of course, Lorna shouldn't know about her being a half-wolf. It would ruin her opportunity to get close to the hunters like her.

"Right, you said so."

As if on cue, Melisca felt the piercing of an object near her right thigh. She looked down at it, "Oh no, not again." She hissed as the protruding needle stuck out on her lap. Two syringes in just a week, really? She groaned.