Night Stalker: Randy-Some Will Fall

Randy moved to the right and jabbed the pitchfork at Thomas’s stomach, wincing at the pain upon contact. Thomas stopped, looked at the offending object and smiled, blood seeping down his chin. He then grasped the handle firmly and pulled the pitchfork free of his body, throwing it aside.

Standing up straight, despite the pain, Thomas spit blood on Randy’s boot, and said, “Is that the best you can do?” before hitting Randy in the stomach.

Randy doubled over in pain, trying to decide how to get out of this mess. He had no intention of dying but wasn’t sure how to stop it from happening. He knew he couldn’t overpower Thomas. All Stalkers were strong, but none matched the original, Thomas.

Shrugging off the pain, Randy stared Thomas in the eye and replied, “No, I have this,” and charged, knocking Thomas against the wall. While he had the man pinned, Randy sank his fangs deeply into Thomas’s exposed neck.

Thomas thrashed against Randy, a solid punch connecting with Randy’s jaw, sending him reeling away. Emily ran at Thomas, wielding the earlier discarded pitchfork. Randy yelled for her to stop to no avail. He watched as Thomas ducked aside and grabbed the pitchfork, pulling it free of Emily’s hand, roughly pushing the woman forward into the oaken door.

Randy heard a sickening crack and watched Emily crumpled to the ground as he jumped on Thomas’s back, and sank his fangs once again into the man. Thomas flailed but Randy held fast, rage at Emily’s death empowering him. Thomas stumbled and fell, weakening. Randy’s arms were killing him, and his jaw was aching from holding the bite so long, but he knew letting up would mean the end.

His grip was loosening when he saw Sophie come through the door. Sophie ran to Emily’s fallen body and checked for life. Noting the sightless eyes, she turned toward the two men.

Randy screamed, “help me!” as Thomas thrust his arms upward and broke free. Thomas roared, banging his head against Randy’s, knocking him back. Randy tried to grab him again, but Thomas struggled free. He was almost to his feet when Sophie pounced.

Shaking his head to clear it, Randy latched onto the other side of Thomas’s neck, and he and Sophie drank, draining the fallen man. Thomas was weakening, no longer putting up any fight. Randy thought an end to the terror was near, when, suddenly, Sophie fell forward, blood gushing from her skull.

Two Stalkers jerked Randy off Thomas, throwing him across the room. Three others were devouring Sophie. Randy was thankful the blow to the head had rendered her unconscious before the attack. He couldn’t bear to think of her suffering.

While the two stalkers were helping Thomas up, Randy snuck toward the door. He stopped for a second when a small whimper sounded from behind a bale of hay but knew he would have no chance with a baby in tow. Pushing guilt aside, Randy fled into the forest, never looking back.