Story: District Three Part 5

## Description

Razor under more pressure to stop Elisa and the Agent from getting too close is forced to act on discovering their attempt to find evidence in his own home; leaving nothing but a path of bodies in his wake.

Meanwhile

### Tuesday; November 4th 2014 03:11pm

Peter Foreman drinking from a mug. Taking it away from his mouth; “Have you not cleared it up?” the agent surprised: “What?” Peter Foreman putting the mug down on the desk. “The fallen hunter. That’s your job isn’t it?” The agent disturbed by Peter Foreman’s seeming lack of care for the hunter. Peter Foreman realising how apparent he made it that he doesn’t care clearing his throat apologetically: “I’m sorry; I’ve gotten used to hearing this news… I’ll be informing the family of his loss. It certainly isn’t the first time.”

The agent nodding his head; hearing Peter Foreman's back peddling believing he is genuinely affected by the frequency of the deaths. The agent holding his phone out. “It’s gotten to a point now that a specialist of Central should be contacted.”

Peter Foreman scoffing; passing the agent a print out. An email. The agent reading the email to himself. The email explaining that the request for a specialist has been rejected. The agent surprised: “What…? Why would they reject it?” Peter Foreman shrugging. Leaning back. “They don’t think a specialist is necessary. A waste of resources.”

Peter Foreman standing up. “I’m in this position because Central haven’t exactly been very co-operative. My men are dying and Central refuse to help. You’re the closest to Central… so I will rely on you from now on. Which is why I believe you are going to be the most effective in these circumstances.”

The agent curious: “What do you mean?” Peter Foreman stating: “You’re well trained; no offense to Skornhold intended but Michelle and Flynn haven’t exactly been back in the game for long. I need someone who can get things done… if you feel the need to have Michelle and Flynn assist you so be it… but if you continue to investigate the Caravan Site I would much appreciate it; Edward Stark is eager to co-operate with anyone on the task.”

The agent clearing his throat nervously: “Actually… that was something else I wanted to talk about.” Peter Foreman intrigued. “Oh?” The agent continuing: “Well… Edward Stark might be involved he should keep clear of the.” Peter Foreman interrupting the Agent: “I see… I’ve made it clear prior; I’ve looked into Edward and he is clean.” Peter Foreman sure of his hunters innocence. The agent speaking seriously: “What makes you so sure?” Peter Foreman talking down to the Agent: “I know you don’t much have faith in my hunters Radford; but I do. He’s a good man. All my hunters are.” The agent shrugging: “Your loyal to your hunters I get that; Peter. Your hunters might not be as clean as you think and you have a duty to the rest of your men to protect them… so sometimes you need to do things tha-” Peter Foreman shouting at the Agent: “You’ve got what? Evidence to support your theories? You’re not that different from the other Central dogs really? You assume you know what’s best for my hunters clearly you’re the more skilled individual. Don’t come in here and accuse my hunters without proof.”

The agent taken back by Peter’s sudden outrage at the insinuation Edward Stark is bad.

The agent holding his hands out trying to apologize. “I’m not accusing him… I’m just warning you to at least look into the idea that he might be…” Peter Foreman scoffing. “Nonsense. You’ve been incredibly reluctant to have Skornhold assist us.” The agent snapping back: “I’m protecting them. The problem should be isolated.” Peter Foreman smirking: “but only for Skornhold right? You only tell us now what the problem is… not when Michelle had to call us up and tell me that they were cancelling because of you.” The agent yelling: “Because I’ve only just found out!” Peter Foreman slamming his hand on the desk. “Bullshit! Get out of my office; this conversation is done.” The agent storming out of the office slamming the door behind him. Realizing he fucked up communicating to Peter Foreman who is understandably upset about the agent’s reluctance to assist him.

One of the hunters outside of the office glaring at the agent. Tears in her eyes. She begins to curse at the agent furious as she overheard his accusations of Edward Stark.

“Fuck you asshole. You haven’t… you haven’t got a clue what Ed’ did for us. He saved me. He works damn hard for FT. An attack on him is an attack on us.”

Peter Foreman in the office smirking as he needs not do more to legitimize and demonize the Agent. The agent trying his best to remain calm. Walking passed the young lady hunter as she curses and yells at him. Many of the other hunters sitting at the HQ looking at the Agent as he walks away unaware of what is going down. Confused.

The Agent is on his phone texting Elisa; Asking if she is done. To which she is not responding. The agent cursing under his breath hurrying back to his car. Getting in he puts the key in the ignition and drives back to Forke.

### Tuesday; November 4th 2014 03:34pm

The agent looking at the house of Peter Foreman. Dialing the phone again.

The phone going straight to voicemail.

The agent now gravely concerned for Elisa’s safety. Turning to his laptop he starts to lift the lid up. Loading up the tracker app he begins to search for Elisa’s location. The tracker app failing to load.

The agent getting out of his car gun in hand. Running towards Peter Foreman’s house to investigate climbing over the fence. Dropping to the back garden. Opening the backdoor entering the house. Reaching his holster he draws his pistol walking through the rooms searching for Elisa. Pointing his gun to the living room. The Agent catching a person wearing riot gear sleeping on the sofa. Forced. A SKOR. The agent lowering his gun pointing it at the SKOR. The Agent shouting. “Get up!” No response. The agent turning around looking in the corners of the room. Creaking of the floorboards behind the Agent. The agent turning around. A shadow against the wall of the hallway. Knowing it’s not from him. The Agent waiting.

The SKOR behind the Agent waking up. The agent turning back as the skor pulls themselves up.  His arm shaking pointing the gun towards the SKOR. “I know you’re in here. Come out now!” The agent shouting to the man in the hallway.

The SKOR clearly dazed and dizzy. The agent briskly throwing the Skor over the Sofa. the SKOR falling back hitting the floor behind the sofa. The agent moving quickly towards the door. Putting his back to the wall waiting for the other man to come around. The agent turning to the armored Skor now struggling to its feet. The armored Skor looking towards the agent standing nervously against the wall.

The skor trying to support its weight against the sofa the agent confused as to why the creature is not attacking him.

The agent shouting to the man in the hallway: “Where is the girl?” the man silent still. The agent can hear the creaking of the floorboards from the other side of the wall. From behind the sofa it is clear the Skor is becoming slightly deranged. The skor looking at the agent intently as he stands against the wall.

The Agent pointing the gun at the SKOR. trying to threaten him away. The SKOR surprised. The SKOR looking down it’s arms seemingly surprised; muffled shouting emanating from the helmet. As the agent remains distracted by the SKOR he grabs the agent’s gun from around the wall trying to disarm the agent. The Agent and Edward fighting between each other. Trying to take the gun from each others arms.

The SKOR standing weakly on their feet. Unable to move. Edward grabbing the Agent charging him into a glass cabinet. The agent cut and heavily bleeding groaning and grunting with every bruise and  beating. The agent kicking his feet in the air; his foot making contact with Edward’s thigh knocking him down onto the glass covered floor. Edward kicking his feet at the agent’s feet attempting to trip him over. The agent stomping on Edward’s stomach as he lays on the ground. Knocking the wind out of the hunter. The hunter reaching for his pocket. Grabbing a small SK4 Knife from his pocket flipping it up. Slicing towards the agent’s ankles. The agent lifting his feet up in the air dodging the wild swing.

Jumping over Edward the agent gets away as Edward still lays on the floor. Edward getting up off the floor. Edward snarling: “You still want to hurt me. Your skor is right there? So why don’t you kill it.” The agent looking at the SKOR. Turning to Edward. “Your superior put you up to this? Like a puppet on a string. I know that’s Elisa. I’m not an idiot.”

Edward smirking. “I was hoping the skornamide would last longer… just enough to take her to the Caravan Park.” The agent angrily: “Then what… get Skornhold to shoot her to pieces?”

Edward's smile growing wider and more demented. The agent cursing under his breath. “Son of a bitch.” Throwing another punch at Edward. Edward ducking the punch grabbing the Agent’s arm Slamming it against his knee. The agent yelling in pain.

Elisa in the riot armour is still trying to get up on her feet. The Skornamide still extremely potent. Elisa tiring again as she over exerts herself trying to get up on her feet. Falling back onto the floor.

The agent backing up holding his arm tightly. Edward holding the knife again approaching the agent holding out the knife. The agent reaching behind him on the desk; the glass from the cabinet cutting his fingers.

The agent turning to Elisa. Her eyes shut.

The agent moving his hands away from the cabinet unable to find a weapon to use. “Elisa is out cold again… which is fortunate enough for me.”

Edward confused: “What…?” The agent smiling. “Edward Stark; you’re the reason many of your own comrades are dead. So why did you sell them out? What made you want to kill them?”

Edward glaring at the agent. “Shut the fuck up.” the agent surprised by Edward’s sudden outburst. “You mean to say you actually cared for the hunters?” Edward scoffing: “I didn’t kill them. Razor did.” the agent snapping: “You enabled him; you’re just as bad.”

Edward angrily snarling: “You do the same thing with that? You think you’re that much different?” Edward pointing to Elisa as she lays on the ground still clutching the knife in his hand. The agent pulling something from his pocket. Dropping it on the floor. Edward looking down at what the Agent had just dropped on the floor. The agent closing his eyes tilting his head up.

The room lighting up. Ringing hitting the agent and Edward. Edward blinded by the powerful white light emanating from the grenade. Edward holding his eyes grunting stepping back. Stumbling around blinded by the light.

The agent turning to Elisa jumping over the table grabbing Elisa he lifts her over his shoulders. Being heavily weighed down by the immense weight of the riot gear. Dashing out of the back door. The Agent charging at the wooden fence; the brittle wooden fence crashing down as the agent forces his way through it. Falling to the floor dropping Elisa. The agent clambering to his feet dragging Elisa by the arms towards his car. Edward finally running out after him. A gun in his hand pointing towards the agent.

The agent ducking down putting Elisa in the car. The gunshot penetrating the car door. The agent cursing under his breath. “Goddamn it’s a rental…” The agent still ducking down crawling inside the car to the driver's seat. The agent reversing away quickly.

Edward firing another round; the shot hitting the agent’s tire bursting it. The agent driving away but not before Edward fires more bullets into the back window; boot and brake light. The car dropping sideways as the weight begins to push down on the rim. The rim leaving sparks along the road as the car drives away. The agent desperately trying to get away. As he makes it a long the busy road he notices a vehicle tailing him behind.

The white Van at high speed catching up with him. The agent cursing. “Shit… he’s following me.” The agent putting his foot on it as the car struggles to run on 3 tires. The sparks still kicking up against the hard concrete as he drives further 1 tire short..

Elisa lying on the seat pulling the helmet from her head; breathing heavily exhausted. Trying to get up. The agent snapping: “Get back down. I can’t have them see you.” Elisa getting back down again. Too exhausted to respond anyway. Her vision blurry and distorted. Sounds and imagery echoing and appearing. A black shadow sitting on the seat besides the Agent. Elisa cowering back. Confused between mind and reality. Elisa’s leg dropping off of the seat.

The agent yelling to Elisa: “Can you at least conceal yourself?” Elisa unable to respond removing the gloves from her hand to cool down. The van speeding ahead of the agent. The agent cursing. Worried of what Edward is planning. The other front tire of the car bursting the front bumper scraping along the concrete; the vehicle slowing down as sparks begin to fly from the front. The agent yelling at Elisa: “I know it’s going to be hard Elisa. You need to try and wake up now. We’ve gotta stop this car or he is going to kill us both.”

Elisa crawling across the back seat to the window. Elisa using her elbow smashing the glass; taking the pistol from the agent’s holster. In a tired weak state she climbs towards the window and leans out; her arm stretched out; pointing the pistol towards the tire of the van. Elisa firing the pistol towards the back of the van. Her ineptitude missing most of her shots. Some of the shots missing the van entirely. Two bullets hitting the brake light. One of the shots brushing against the wheel.

The car skidding and swerving side to side as the agent tries to drive on the two remaining tires. The agent explaining to Elisa. “Reload; don’t fire so frequently between shots.” Elisa exhausted leaning back in. Laying back. Holding her head. Elisa can hear screaming in her head; still finding it difficult to determine what is real and what is fake. Elisa crying to herself: “Please make the screaming stop.”

The agent confused turning back to Elisa as she starts to hold her ears. Cursing to himself: Shit. Elisa cut it out. I need you…” The  agent grunting. Slowing the car down. Edward following after the agent; slowing the van down.

The agent slowly turning the car as the weight and force of the tireless rims work against him. Driving around the van. The agent shouting to Elisa: “Do it. Shoot at his engine we’re just about to pass him. Elisa shaking her head. Still in a hallucinogenic daze attempting too slash at the seats beside her; her claws full protracted with a look of fear on her face. The agent screaming to Elisa. “Shoot it!”

Elisa putting the gun out in front of her pointing whatever it is. The agent looking at where Elisa is sitting. Carefully getting enough speed to align Elisa with Edward.  The agent shouting at the top of his lungs. “FIRE!”

Elisa firing the bullet; the suppressed shot passing through the windshield of the car; then the van; into the shoulder of Edward Stark. Edward Stark putting his foot on the breaks; the Van sliding sideways rolling onto its side with the force of the stop. Sliding against the ground sparks flying.

The agent awestruck. “Elisa. You did it!” Elisa had dropped the gun; The gun lying on the seat; Elisa is holding her face in her hands still in a panicked hallucinogenic daze.” The agent driving the remnants of the rental car towards the dirt path going behind Forke. Parking up beside the cover of some trees. The agent pulling Elisa from the car comforting her. “You’re alright now.”

The Agent pulling the heavy; hot riot gear from Elisa’s body. Allowing her to cool off.

Elisa staring up into the sky nervously. Turning to the space besides her. She begins to cry and yell trying to move away. The agent holding Elisa to the ground. Keeping her arms pinned to the ground. The agent apologetically: “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Come back to reality would you?” The agent pleading with Elisa hoping that the side effects start to ware off.

The agent feeling Elisa’s forehead as she continues to well up. “You’re overheating. What you're seeing isn’t real Elisa. The Skornamide is still in your system. The sooner you calm down the better it will be.”

Elisa closing her eyes; hearing the agent’s voice of reason echo within her. Her body shivering. Elisa repeating to herself: “Hallucinations… they’re not real. Not real…” the agent nodding. Getting off of Elisa. Leaning back. Tired.

Elisa muttering again: “Peter… he and… he is working with”

The agent replying: “With Edward Stark.” The agent nodding. Thinking out loud: “I had hoped that wasn’t true. How very disappointing. He and Daleford were very close.”

The agent can hear sirens in the distance.

The agent grabbing Elisa as she continues to lay on the ground. Picking her up he carries her over his shoulders walking carrying Elisa back to Daleford. A long road back. His car hidden within the bushes of the woodlands. The agent exhaling nervously. Never being in a situation like it before.”

The agent grabbing the phone from his pocket; covered in blood. The agent tired on the phone to Michelle: “Peter Foreman… I know you’re not going to believe me… Michelle I need you to trust me. Just this once. I am begging you. Peter Foreman is a SKOR; I know how this might sound; it sounds wrong to me; it’s going to sound wrong to everyone... “ Michelle not getting a word in edgeways. “Michelle. Listen to me…” The agent sounding more and more exhausted. The injuries slowly taking their toll on his body. “Edward stark tried to kill me; Peter Foreman denied… he denied it… It will be a while before I can make it back to Daleford; my rentals been totalled that bastard Edward sent us off road. Elisa’s okay. I’m okay. For now. This is an emergency I don’t want you to play it tough; trust me.”

Michelle listening to what the agent has to say remaining silent. The agent pleading again: “Please… trust me. Peter Foreman is the SKOR we’ve been investigating.” Michelle confused: “but why would he send me and Flynn to investigate…?” the agent scoffing: “Probably to kill you just like the rest of the hunters that got in his way. You wouldn’t be the first. You know that right?”

The agent cursing under his breath. Repeating himself over and over. In a panicked worried tone. Michelle can feel that this is no joke. The agent is serious about Peter Foreman. She can hear the injured and weak tone of his voice. As if he is about to collapse from exhaustion. The agent falling to his knees dropping Elisa to the floor. Putting the phone back to his ear again; resting his arms on the ground. “I wanted to stop him on my own; but I need you and Flynn for this one. Relay the information to Central… I’m aware what that might mean for me. I’ve used unorthodox methods of getting my information…  I’ll accept whatever punishments they throw my way.”

Michelle responding calmly: “No. They don’t need to know. Me and Flynn will take him out just give us all we need to know.”

The agent still tired muttering: “Peter Foreman is smart; likely wearing bullet proof body armour if you do encounter him you’re going to need something that can penetrate it... “

Michelle thinking about Flynn’s superior accuracy. Muttering: “A sniper rifle?” The agent agreeing: “Yes. That would work. If Flynn still has the skill.” Michelle nervous. “What makes you… I can’t kill him not openly.” The agent exhaling: “That’s why the sniper would be effective. At a distance they won’t see it coming.”

Michelle getting an idea: “If he truly is SKOR. Could I not act as decoy for Flynn? See if I can expose him.” The agent nodding to himself: “In my flat I still have more vials of Skornamide but they’re out of date; likely not potent enough but maybe it’ll get him to force.”

Michelle curiously: “How did you know?” The agent sighing again: “We encountered a SKOR in riot gear at the Caravan site that tried to kill us; we got away. Upon investigating members of FT; attempting to research the address of Edward Stark we came across the riot gear… and Edward Stark.” Michelle nervously grunting again; the agent reassuring Michelle: “I know there isn’t much to it but we don’t have time. It won’t be long before he catches on to what me and Elisa have done and he’ll be sending someone to get us… Just try to expose himself; make sure Flynn is keeping a close watch on the facility and no harm should come to any of you.” The agent hastily hanging up the phone.Elisa standing up. She can feel herself slowly normalizing. Gradually becoming less and less ill from the Skornamide.

Elisa explaining feebly. “I might be able to help as well…” The agent assertively: “Absolutely not; if Michelle and Flynn are making their way to District Three we don’t have much time and them seeing you like this… not wise.” Elisa standing up weakly: “They don’t have to see me”

The agent holding his hand out: “No. Absolutely not. You’re thinking that now but all it takes is one thing to go wrong.” Elisa exhaling: “It has to be better than getting exposed. Right?” The agent turning his eyes away. Stumbling to his feeble feat. The agent with a serious tone: “Let’s just go. We absolutely have to get back to Daleford. We can plan something soon enough first we need to take care of our injuries.” Elisa nodding. The agent pleading: “Please try to revert; Elisa do whatever you can to hold back. Even if it hurts.” Elisa nodding closing her eyes. Her body aching all over. Elisa exhaling deeply stepping back. Elisa forcing her body to conceal. Elisa grunting in the pain. Her muscles and body still exhausted from the Skornamide. Elisa breathing heavily. Falling forwards. The agent catching Elisa in his arms. “Are you alright?” Elisa nodding. “Let’s walk together. Alright?” Elisa and the agent wrapping their arms around each other supporting each other’s weight. The agent and Elisa walking together slowly making their way back towards Daleford for some much needed rest.

### Tuesday; November 4th 2014 04:17pm

Back in Forke; Peter Foreman is looking at the mess that is now his home. Knowing full well what transpired in his house; yet oblivious to the hack installed onto his PC. Peter Foreman bedding down putting his finger to the blood on the ground. Licking it from his fingers. Identifying it. Peter Foreman muttering to himself: “Stark…” Peter Foreman clearly agitated. Going upstairs. Retrieving the lockbox inside the cupboard. Pulling out a large Assault Rifle. Peter Foreman snarling: “The Agent… and Elisa. They both must die.” Peter Foreman making his way out of the room. Noticing a dart and a Tranquilizer Gun laying on his bed. Peter Foreman takes the Tranquilizer gun from the bed and inserts the Tranquilizer dart. Peter Foreman walking out of the room. Getting into his car driving back to the accident on the main road

Peter Foreman’s car approaching the wreckage of the White Van. Peter Foreman now unable to pursue and find the Agent and Elisa due to the road closure and the large police presence now question drivers on the road. Peter Foreman standing at the edge of the police tape hearing a conversation between a driver and a police officer.

The driver: “I saw a car with two tires out just drive off to the dirt path; I’m not sure where it went after that… I’ve never seen anything like it there were holes in the windscreen all over it. Like it had been shot with gun or something…” The police nodding. Not really sure what to make of the situation confused by the knowledge that it was potentially a shooting.

Armed police officers are leaving the scene to follow up the wreckage. The rental car left abandoned as the man previously stated; the car covered in bullet holes.

Peter Foreman done listening; Pulling the police tape up he bends under the tape; and officer on the other side putting his hand out trying to stop Peter from getting any closer.

Pete Foreman putting his hand in his jacket pocket; flashing his ID card to the officer querying: “I’d like to see an official or high ranking officer. I’m an operator of FT and this is FT business.” One of the officers shouting to the lower ranking officer: “Let him through. Come over here Mr Foreman.”

The high ranking officer discussing the information gathered from witness accounts of the accident. The officer describing The Agent and Elisa. Explaining that they were seen making their way into the woodlands.

Peter Foreman stating: “If they are found please contact me with their location immediately. You are not to arrest them under any circumstances. Do I make myself clear?” The high ranking officer agreeing. Explaining: “I will contact my other men and make sure they are clear on that;  So instead of being taken to our stations they be directed to you. We will have to treat them first it’s likely they might be hurt.” Peter Foreman shaking his head. “We’ve got people in District Three to treat them; as I said. No arresting just send their location to me. No questions.” The officer nodding; having no choice but to agree with what the operator is saying. Peter Foreman interrogating the officer: “Do you have any leads currently on the potential where abouts of these people?” The man explaining: “We have our armed fire team combing the forest looking for them… hopefully we won’t need to hurt them but as you are aware they’re armed too we can’t be too careful.” Peter Foreman grunting in annoyance walking off in the direction of the armed police officers.

Peter getting to the secluded wilderness as the armed officers comb the woodlands. Peter protracting his body as he tails a lone police officer. Razor standing on the a twig. Crunching behind one of the officers.

The officer turning around aiming the gun at Razor. Razor jumping through the trees charging the officer. Razors sharp horns penetrating through the stomach of the officer. Razor pulling his horns out of the chest of the officer; the blood dripping down Razor’s face.

The officer bleeding out on the floor. Blood trickling from the officiers mouth; two deep wounds in his heart and stomach. The officer twitching on the floor.

Razor smirking crushing the body of the officer. Blood squirting out further.

Razor looking up. An officer catching sight of him standing over the body of a fallen officer showing his monstrous appearance backing up. The officer screaming at Razor. “You…! WTF ARE YOU?!” The man pointing his gun towards Razor; Razor ducking and weaving between the trees; swinging his claws at the man. The Claws making contact with the officer’s face. Splitting it open. The officer falling face first on the ground. A blood mess of skin tissue on the ground beneath him; blood pooling below the face of the officer.

Razor smirking again revelling in the destruction he had just caused. It’s not long before the remaining armed officers come running towards Razor. The Officers pointing their guns at Razor. Unsure what he is. Razor again moving at incredible speeds; the officers not used to fighting SKOR unable to land a decent enough hit on him. Many of the bullets from their weapons making contact with the vest. Not penetrating through it.

The last of the officers bleeding out on the floor; barely breathing. Still conscious as Razor kneels down to his level. His eyes glaring directly at the officer. The officer breathing heavily in a panic; his breath slowing. Razor removing the officer's protective gear placing arm guards and leg guards on his body. Razor lifting himself off of the floor. The man still alive. Razor bending down pulling his claw back; thrusting it towards the man's face. The claws penetrating his skull. The man’s movement halting. Razor standing back up again. His entire body soaked in the blood of the officer’s. Sniffing the air he can smell more blood; this time the blood of a SKOR. Razor following the trail.

Razor stopping. Turning back to District Three. In the distance he can hear the shouting of more officers. They called back up and now they’re interested in him. Razor smirking maliciously.

A loud gunshot echoing in the distance. Razor turning around. A hunter leaning against a tree in agony; A large gaping wound in his stomach. The officer dropping the gun to the floor falling back onto the floor; a last ditch effort from a survivor attempting to take down the SKOR. Razor twitching; the bullet hitting Razor’s back. Razor muttering to himself: “Good try.” Razor walking back to the woodlands the man collapsed within a ditch.

Razor now interested in toying with his victim as they lay down in the ditch. Razor lifting his leg up placing his foot on the man's knee. Razor pressuring his foot against the man hard. With his claws digging into the alive man's foot he pulls the foot up with great force. The officer's leg being shattered in half. The officer screaming in unrivaled agony as the bone penetrates flesh. The officer’s cream halted as he falls unconscious. His eyes closing.

Razor trying to conceal himself. Stopping. Razor realizing the bullet is lodged deeper than he initially thought. The bullet missing his bulletproof vest hitting a weak spot. Razor soon realizing that he cannot conceal his feral features. Snarling angrily.

Razor continuing his journey following the trail of The Agent and Elisa; Leaving a path of death and destruction in his wake.

### Tuesday; November 4th 2014 04:30pm

The Agent and Elisa are leaning against a tree. Catching their breaths as they continue to flee back to Daleford and Skornhold HQ. The Agent asking Elisa nervously: “Are you still good to stay forced their Elisa?” Elisa nodding; clearly out of breath but holding well against her exhaustion. Elisa with a dry throat: “It’s the lack of water that’s hurting me right now.” The agent nodding. Reaching into a small pack on his back he retrieves the lemonade bottle passing it to Elisa. Elisa thanking the Agent. Drinking a small portion of it. Leaning back feeling relieved. Elisa putting the cap back on the bottle of lemonade passing it to the Agent. The agent cussing Elisa. “You should have told me you were thirsty. It’s a good thing I don’t often drink that stuff.” Elisa exhaling as she gets her energy back. Feeling much more awake and alert now that she has had a drink. The agent turning to Elisa: “Mind if you look away for a second…” The agent getting off of the tree. Stepping behind it. Elisa getting off the tree moving further out into the field. The agent urinating besides the tree relieving himself. “Incredibly primitive I know; but I’m out of options here.”

The agent finishing. “Let’s go.” Razor snarling from behind Elisa and the Agent. “Go where?” Elisa jolting back seeing Razor… Covered in blood. The Agent looking for his pistol. The agent cursing: “Shit…” The pistol is not in his holster. The Agent looking back nervously at Razor. Razor smirking: “Missing something?” The Agent turning to Elisa: “Run.” Elisa shaking her head. Razor laughing maniacally. His eyes glaring at the two.

The Agent drawing the Machete from his belt. Razor embellished with overconfidence bragging: “A death sentence.” Razor now focused charging towards the Agent; The agent jumping out of the way holding his machete in hand swinging it towards Razor. Razor throwing his claws upwards; Glancing the Agent on the arm. His claws grazing the agent's arm. Radford backing away holding his arm in pain. Groaning. Closing his left eye squinting in pain. Trying to hold back. The Agent backing away terrified of Razor.

The agent commenting: “You’re no run of the mill  Alpha; Are you Peter?”

Elisa yelling to the Agent: “Just run!” The Agent knowing he would not be able to run for long; knowing that only one of them will get out alive. The agent turning back to Elisa as he deflects Razor’s claws. “Elisa. Contact Flynn and get them to pick you up.” Elisa terrified nodding. The agent shouting back to Elisa. “Go. Live Elisa. I appreciate what you’ve done… my mother would want me to do this.” Elisa crying running away as the Agent tries to fight and subdue Razor on his own. Elisa turning back to Razor struggling. Realizing she still has the tranquilizer on her. In one final attempt to slow down Razor. Elisa pointing the Tranquilizer at Razor as his main focus is on the Agent. Elisa firing the Tranquilizer gun; the tranquilizer dart hitting Razor on his throat. Razor grabbing the Tranquilizer dart shattering it with his hands. Howling and screaming. The ear piercing screech cutting into Elisa’s ears. Elisa’s head pulsing. The Agent thankful for Elisa’s attempt to help him. “Elisa. Thank you.”

Razor almost unaffected by the tranquilizer dart; the Agent noticing Razor slower than usual; being able to block his attacks with the Machete.

As Elisa runs towards Daleford she calls up Michelle; Elisa is crying uncontrollably into the phone. Deeply concerned for the Agent’s safety knowing there is little much more she can do. That she needs to get Michelle to help if she has any chance of saving either of them.

Elisa shouting into the phone: “Outskirts of Daleford; North side I need you here as soon as possible with a vehicle and a weapon; The agent’s in trouble.” Elisa snivelling into the phone; sounding exhausted from the running: “He might die.” Michelle’s eyes opening wide; Michelle quickly changing the direction of the car; tearing towards the north side where Elisa and the Agent are in the field. Elisa describing the specific spot she is in.

As Elisa grows distant from the Agent the Agent scowls at Razor. “Now that she is out of the way.” The agent putting a hood up on his jacket as he parries another attack by Razor.

Elisa running towards the road falling down to the floor her breathing rapid and uncontrollable. Elisa holding the phone in her hand as Michelle is on the other end still concerned for the two’s safety. Michelle is in tears as well. “I knew I should have listened to you; but it’s okay. Flynn and I are coming. We’ll take care of him Elisa. We’ll stop him.”

Meanwhile back to the Agent and Razor fighting.

### Tuesday; November 4th 2014 04:41pm

The Agent holding his Machete out swinging it down successfully landing a hit on Razor’s horn severing it. Razor countering the Agent kicking him in the knee. The Agent shouting stepping back. The Agent retaliating thrusting the blade to his chest; The blade barely making a dent just hitting the vest indenting it; the machete getting lodged; the agent taking his hand off the machete worried what might happen if Razor attempts to do it for him.

Razor grabbing the blade from his chest pulling it out from the vest.

The Agent putting his hood down again. Razor snarling: “You’re hiding a lot aren’t you? Trying not to get detected?” Razor smirking. “I can relate.”

Razor charging the Agent. The agent falling back over a rock hitting the ground. A vehicle arriving a voice shouting “Get out the way!” The agent rolling out of the way as Michelle’s SUV speeds towards Razor. Razor looking up towards the SUV hurrying towards him. Razor jolting away. Dashing towards the woodlands The Agent lying back against the ground exhausted again. Relieved that Razor has gone. Michelle stopping her car parking it besides the Agent. Leaning out the window worried: “Are you alright?” Elisa catching up with the SUV. Flynn getting out of the SUV. Grabbing the sniper rifle from the seat of the car jumping out using the scope scanning the horizon for the SKOR. Flynn snapping: “Where the hell did that bastard go?”

Michelle shaking her head. Michelle following Flynn out of the car. “He ran into the woodlands again; but it’d spell a quick end for us if we followed after him.”

Michelle relieved the Agent is okay. Michelle gasping. You’re bleeding!” The agent looking at his arm. His sleeve soaked in his own blood.

The agent looking at Elisa sympathetically; knowing how fearful and distraught she was. The agent looking up at Michelle smirking relieved: “Elisa saved me; had she not had the tranquilizer on her I would’ve wound up dead.” Flynn turning to the Agent; being blunt: “It didn’t exactly put him out.” The agent scoffing: “It’s old Skornamide. Of course it didn’t.” Michelle pulling the agent to his feet.

The agent disturbed: “I think we need to get to District Three as soon as possible.” Michelle nodding. Michelle gesturing for them to get into her car. Michelle driving off road around the woodlands towards District Three.

### Tuesday; November 4th 2014 04:59pm

District Three members are gathering unnerved by the commotion. One of the hunters outside on their smoke break re-entering the facility. The phone of district three going. No hunter to be found. A huntress Tina Mandelin answering it.

“D.Three.” Flynn on the other end: “You need to go into lockdown.” Tina confused by the man's sudden demand. Tina responding: “Who the fuck are you?” The Agent grabbing the phone: “Are you alright?” Tina confused: “Of course I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be?” The agent pleading: “I would go into lockdown if I were you; there is a very strong alpha type SKOR heading your way. Whatever you do; no matter who they are. Do not let anyone in or out of the facility. That is an order. Your facility operator isn’t there is that correct?” Tina confirming: “Peter Foreman isn’t here no.” The agent demanding: “Then... In the interest of FT Central facility under protocol 8. You are under my control. You absolutely have to go under lockdown this is not a drill.” Tina scoffing: “Sure thing asshole. You were the one trying to hur-” Gunfire coming from outside of District Three. Tina dropping the phone shouting to the members of District Three. “What was that?” a hunter shouting back to Tina. “It’s a skor… there’s a skor outside!” Tina shouting to the hunters. “Lockdown! Go into lockdown now!” Tina running to the shutter of the facility lowering it. The other hunters are shutting and locking the doors to the offices; leaving no easy entry into the facility. The hunters holding weapons back to back looking towards each possible point of entry.

Tima trying to find answers. “Who are we missing… why would anyone want to hurt us?” The District Three hunters can hear the shutters being slammed by the Skor outside desperately trying to get inside. Tina closing her eyes holding the pistol out away from her. “Skornhold are coming… just hope they make it… fuck it where is our operator… where is ed’ we need them…”

The slamming growing louder the shutter sounding as if it is weakening. The hunters backing up. Tina realizing: “The hunters can’t get in the back. The doors are locked.” the hunter's eyes widening; the man muttering: Do we… have to?” the hunter subtly gesturing. Tina nodding. “We need to get the gate unlocked. A hunter stuttering “No… I am not going out there… that is suicide.” Tina visibly shaking: “If we don’t we’re dead either way. “ As Tina says that a window from down the hall is smashed in; the SKOR breaching one of the side rooms. The hunters turning to Tina. Tina pleading with the hunters: “What my back; I’m going.” Tina running towards the back of the facility hurrying to the gate switch. As Tina run passed the door the SKOR charges out; the door of the room crushed and bent lying on the floor. Tina backing up in a panic drawing her pistol firing it; the bullets just getting lodged inside the bullet proof vest. Tina screaming: “P-Peter!? Stop!” The SKOR howling at the hunters; The hunters screaming to Tina. “Tina Down!” One of the male hunters charging at the SKOR with a shotgun in hand attempting to fire it at the SKOR’s head. The SKOR ducking out of the way of the shot charging the hunter; His remaining horn penetrating his stomach; The hunter bleeding out still attached to the horn of the SKOR as he charges towards a wall; the hunter pulling an OR2 Hunting knife from his pocket thrusting it towards Peter. The knife getting lodged in his arm.

The hunter attempting to pull it out failing.

As this is going on the hunters are trying to get a shot of the SKOR but refusing to fire out of fear for their friends life. Tina looking back worried for her friend; the other hunter shouting to Tina: “Go now! Go whilst you can!” Tina nodding; running towards the back door hoping that Skornhold made good on their word.