Full Moon

by W. J. May

“Now you’re bleeding!” Julie shouted. “Where’s that medic when we need her?”

  Chapter 5

  I glanced down and realized that some of the glass from the window had cut the top of my hand. “It’s okay,” I said. “I just got cut when the glass shattered.”

  Suddenly, rifle shots echoed through the darkness.

  I froze, and a cold chill shot down my spine.

  “Somebody’s shooting at us!” Julie said, her voice wavering as she stated the obvious. “We’re being robbed or somethin’.”

  The words remained frozen in my throat, and I could only shake my head in shared disbelief. I reached for my phone and quickly called 911, but the call wouldn’t go through. “No signal!” I said.

  “Same here,” Julie said, trembling with fright.

  “Jesse!” I shouted through the broken window. I glanced around for him, but he was nowhere in sight.

  BOOM!

  More glass shattered like rock candy, spraying us with shards as the windshield was shot out.

  “We’ve gotta get outta here!” I said. “Some crazy person is shooting at us, and I’ve kinda got the feeling he’s not gonna stop until we’re dead.”

  “No!” Julie said. “I’m not leaving. If we step out of this truck, it’ll be like target practice for our trigger-happy stalker!”

  “Julie, if we stay in this truck, we’re as good as dead.”

  She met my gaze, her eyes wide with terror. Clearly, she’d been scared sober.

  I gripped her hands. “We can hide in the woods.”

  “No way! Haven’t you ever seen a horror movie in your life? The hockey mask guy always chases girls into the woods, and I don’t wanna be chopped up with a meat cleaver!”

  “That’s just the movies, Julie. I’ve been in those woods already. I know it’s dark, and there are so many trees and shrubs and boulders. He’ll never find us.”

  “But what about Jesse?” she whispered.

  Droplets of sweat rolled down my face. “I-I don’t know. I don’t see him anywhere.”

  “So he just abandoned us? Your knight in shining armor left two damsels in distress?” she snapped. “Humph. Some Prince Charming he turned out to be.”

  I tentatively glanced out the window, and another chill shot up my spine when I noticed a puddle on the street, glimmering crimson in the moonlight. “Oh my gosh!”

  “What?”

  Biting my lip hard, I pointed. “Blood! Jesse’s hurt.”

  She cautiously glanced out, peeking through her fingers the way someone would look at a car accident, then let out a trembling breath. “Wh-where did he go?”

  A cold feeling washed over me, and I felt as if all the blood had instantly drained from my face. “I dunno.”

  BANG!

  More glass shattered as a bullet destroyed one of the side windows, garnering another scream from Julie.

  I gripped Julie’s hand. “We’ve gotta get out of here. We’re sitting ducks if we stay.”

  She nodded, finally realizing I was right.

  I opened the glove compartment and fumbled around through all sorts of junk, everything from gum wrappers to a tire gauge to coupons for fast food places. “You got a flashlight in here or under the seat or anything?”

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I know I should, but I didn’t expect to be…”

  As she trailed off, I heard an unmistakable howl echoing in the distance, and the hair on my neck rose.

  “Did you hear that?” Julie frantically whispered. “Maybe my Little Red Riding Hood joke wasn’t so far off. There are wolves out there, Taylor! Wolves!”

  With that cruel realization, I second-guessed my decision to run into the woods, but staying in the truck and being easy pickings for the deranged Rambo wasn’t an option either.

  Swallowing hard, I slipped out of the passenger’s door and stayed low. Adrenaline spiked in my veins, and I had to force myself to take slow breaths. I motioned for Julie to follow me, and we slowly crept into the woods. Eerie shadows stretched and shifted in the trees like ghouls. Darting forward, I jumped over logs and zigzagged through the towering trees, going as fast as the burning muscles in my legs would allow, with dry leaves and twigs crunching beneath my feet. I continued checking over my shoulder and was glad to see that Julie’s drunk had worn off enough that she was having no trouble keeping up; the moonlight glinting here and there off of her sparkly shirt let her know she was right behind me. I spun and found an alternate route, squeezing through the clustered trees in the hopes of escaping our pursuer.

  A few feet behind us, within earshot, twigs snapped and ferns rustled, as if someone or something was hot on our trail. I wasn’t sure if it was human, bobcat, or some other variety of predator, but I twisted through the overgrown ferns and foliage, running faster and encouraging Julie to hurry.

  “Taylor!” Jesse’s voice said.

  I had no idea how he found us with all the turns and twists I’d taken, but it was a relief to know that he was there and hadn’t deserted us after all.

  Jesse sucked in a deep breath and held his chest, where blood was dripping from a gaping wound.

  I gasped, then took a deep, trembling breath. “Jesse, I saw blood by the truck. Are you okay?”

  He struggled to breathe. “I was…he shot me.”

  My pulse pounded in my ears. I had no idea what to do for a gunshot wound, and even if I had known, I was too scared to think clearly enough to play nurse.

  Julie took off her sweater and applied pressure. “Stay calm…and whatever you do, don’t pass out.”

  “We need to keep moving,” I said. “We gotta get back on the road and find help.”

  “He’ll have no idea where were coming out,” Julie said as we walked briskly, helping Jesse along.

  “I’ll be fine,” he said. “I just need a little while to recuperate.”

  “Uh-uh, buddy. Don’t go trying to be Mr. Macho right now. This isn’t like shaking off a twisted ankle,” Julie said. “You were shot, for goodness sake! You need surgery, medical help, and a lot of prayers.”

  I pushed branches aside, took another step into the dense vegetation, then straightened to listen. Barking, whining, and haunting howls echoed in the air. It seemed we’d lost the maniac shooter, but now we were wandering around a lonely forest, a dark labyrinth of trees, possibly being stalked by a pack of wolves.

  “We gotta keep moving,” Jesse said.

  A deeper, more menacing howl made my hands shake. It reminded me of a bloodhound my neighbor had once owned, but when all the wild canines bayed together, it was beyond freaky and downright ominous.

  We kept going, climbing over slippery logs and jagged rocks and pushing our way through thick underbrush and tall grass. My foot caught on a broken log and a cluster of rocks, but before I toppled over, I somehow managed to regain my equilibrium. Still, my ankle throbbed, slowing me down.

  “They’re too close, Taylor,” Julie said. “We’ll never outrun them.”

  “Forget the wolves,” I said. “They just add ambiance to our spooky night hike.”

  She shook her head. “How are you so calm?” she said as we stumbled along through the thick terrain. “Jesse’s dying, we’re lost in the woods, a crazy madman might be following us, and now some wolves wanna make a midnight snack out of us. All things considered, maybe the hockey mask guy with the meat cleaver would be better.”

  “I’m not dying,” Jesse said, leaning into me as he used us as human crutches.

  “Sorry,” Julie said. “I don’t mean to be so negative. I guess I’m still a little drunk and wondering if this is all a dream and I’m really passed out back at that party.”

  I stumbled on a log again, then regained my balance; I was dressed for a party and wasn’t exactly wearing hiking boots. “Don’t be scared. Wolves are predators, but they don’t attack humans. After my run-in with the mountain lion, my dad gave me a lecture on all the wildlife around here.”

  “You still have a lot to learn ab
out these woods,” Jesse said.

  “But wolves naturally fear humans,” I said confidently. “Dad said that, but so did this guy on this Discovery Channel special he made me watch yesterday.”

  “These don’t,” Jesse added.

  “Wolves have been known to leave a kill when they saw a human coming in their direction,” I argued. “Besides, I’m more scared about the guy who shot at us,” I said. “And we really need to get you to the hospital.”

  “Wolves are…predators,” Jesse gasped out between breaths.

  I glanced at him skeptically. “My dad said that in the past century, there’ve only been two incidents in North America. He wouldn’t lie to me, not when he wants me to be safe out here.” I glanced over my shoulder and gasped at the canine silhouettes not far behind. “Wait…they are following us! They’re not acting right. Do you think they have rabies or something?”

  “Or something,” Jesse said. He suddenly stopped, then pointed. “There’s a cabin up there. Maybe someone’s home who can help us.”

  I glanced ahead but didn’t see anything. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he might be hallucinating from blood loss, like a thirsty man seeing an oasis mirage in the desert. As the howls grew louder and began to come from closer, I hoped my imagination was just playing tricks on me too. Nope. Wolves don’t hunt humans, I kept telling myself, but I wasn’t sure if I could believe it, in spite of my dad and Animal Planet.

  “There it is!” Julie said. “How’d you see it from that far away?” she asked Jesse, but he just moaned and didn’t answer.

  It was still hard to see but I could make out a structure in the moonlight, a cabin looming in the distance. The barking and howling grew louder, and I knew the wolves had captured our scent. I hoped the cabin would offer us safety and a landline; that hope was the only thing that kept me sane and calm.

  “Hurry!” Jesse said.

  My gaze fixed on my target destination as I put my body into gear. I knew we needed to run, but Jesse was leaning on us for support. Thirty feet? Ugh! Why does it feel like a freaking football field? There was no time to look back, but I had to take a tiny peek over my shoulder to see how close the wolves actually were.

  With their curiosity piqued, the snarling, growling, hungry animals were gaining on us.

  Twenty-five more feet. Just fifteen more…now ten…five…three. Almost there! Just another foot!

  We climbed up the stairs and pounded on the door.

  “Help!” I said.

  “The pack is coming!” Julie shouted. “Just break a window!”

  When I glanced over my shoulder, I gulped as growls and snarls filled the air. I jiggled the doorknob, but it was locked.

  “C’mon!” Julie shouted, terrified.

  “It’s locked,” I said.

  “Let me try!” Jesse said. He threw his shoulder into the door, busting the lock.

  I breathed a sigh of relief, but just as I went to rush inside, powerful arms gripped me from behind.

  Chapter 6

  I gasped when I glanced up and saw one of the guys from the party, the guy Julie had been dancing with, the “psycho” Jesse had warned us about. I flailed as Jonathon attempted to restrain me.

  In a flash, Jesse lunged at Jonathon, knocking him to the ground.

  When the fiend’s grip loosened, I jumped to my feet.

  “Get inside!” Jesse ordered.

  I grabbed Julie’s hand and pulled her inside. “Let’s find a weapon to help him,” I said.

  “The kitchen!” Julie said.

  We bolted inside the cabin.

  With my heart racing, I glanced around for the light switch. My fingers skimmed over it, and the lights came on. “Is anybody here?” I screamed.

  “Help us!” Julie shouted.

  But there was no answer.

  The cabin was furnished, so either everyone was asleep or it was a rental and was vacant until the weekend. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen with Julie in tow. We frantically rummaged through the kitchen drawers looking for anything we could use to defend ourselves. My fingers curled around a butcher knife, and Julie held a long, sharp steak knife in her hand.

  “Why is Jonathon chasing us?” she asked. “If he wants my number, he just has to ask.”

  “What!? The guy’s a psychopath, Julie. Do not give him your number!”

  “Maybe if I go out there and talk to him, I can—”

  “No! He’s been chasing us. What’s wrong with you?”

  “Maybe he just wants something,” she said, still hung up on the guy.

  “He’s been shooting at us. I’m pretty sure he wants us dead.”

  Her eyes widened as she pondered the situation and reality hit. She grabbed my arm. “I’m so sorry I got you into this.”

  “Listen, just stay here, okay? I’ve gotta help Jesse. He’s hurt and can’t fend him off by himself.” I then rushed back to the front door, which was now closed.

  Just as I grabbed the doorknob, Julie touched my shoulder, causing me to jump and clutch my chest in an attempt to calm my racing heart. “Don’t go out there,” Julie said.

  “I have to help him,” I said. “He needs me.”

  “Well, then I’ll help too.” She flicked on the porch light, then peered through the curtains. “I don’t see him.”

  I couldn’t breathe.

  “I want to help him,” Julie said, “but what if that lunatic is out there waiting for us?”

  The knife in my hands shook violently. “How’d a party turn into…this?” I asked. “This night was supposed to be fun, not some kind of life-and-death battle with murderers and wolves.”

  “We can’t go out there,” Julie said.

  “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  “No! Don’t you dare!”

  “I have to see if Jesse is okay. He’d do the same for me.”

  “What if he is gone already and that guy attacks you?”

  “It’s a chance I have to take.”

  She took a deep breath. “Then I’m coming with you.”

  As soon as I opened the creaking door and stepped onto the porch, a snarling, drooling wolf lunged for my ankle. I immediately jumped back inside and slammed the door.

  With a shaky finger, Julie locked the door behind me. “What now?” she shouted.

  We peered out the window and saw at least a dozen of the animals circling the porch and front yard; there was no sign of any human, Jesse, psychopath, or otherwise. I knew Jesse would never run off and leave us there. I didn’t know him all that well, but I was sure he wasn’t the kind of guy who would do that to us. He had, after all, risked being jumped to sneak us out of the party. My biggest fear was that he had succumbed to the bullet wound, that he’d passed out and the wolves had gotten him, and my heart ached at the thought.

  Julie called me from the kitchen. “The back door is locked!”

  “Good. Can we possibly get out that way?”

  “Nope. Wolf Central out back.”

  “We need to see if Jesse is out there,” I said. “He’s hurt, and drastic times call for drastic measures.”

  “But we already tried, and that stupid thing almost bit your foot off.”

  An idea popped into my head. “Maybe we can distract them with meat.”

  “Sure. Let’s just whip up a medium-rare t-bone or two.”

  “Seriously, it could work,” I said, ignoring her grim cynicism. “We could distract them, then run for the main road and get some help. Jesse’s hurt, and we need to help him before…” I said, but I couldn’t even finish the thought, because it turned my stomach. We had to act fast, so instead of arguing with Julie about it, I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, only to find nothing but a jug of water, a bottle of mustard, and a wrinkly radish in the bottom of the vegetable crisper. “Shoot,” I said. “No doggie treats in here.”

  “This blows.”

  “We have to think positive, Julie. Maybe Jesse got away. Maybe he’s getting help this very mi
nute.”

  “Yeah? Well what if he’s dead? And what if that crazy lunatic comes back for us?”

  The wolves howled even louder, and the hair on the back of my neck stood at attention. “At least they can’t break into the cabin,” I said, trying to sound positive. “And if anyone tries to come in here, they’ll be attacked. Jonathon won’t stand a chance.”

  “But you said wolves don’t attack humans.”

  “I know, but Jesse’s right about these. For whatever reason, they don’t seem scared of us.” I sighed heavily, then whipped out my cell and dialed 911, again without success. “Still no signal,” I said.

  Knock-knock!

  My heart jumped at the sudden tap on the door. I froze for a moment, then gripped the butcher knife in my hands tightly. Even though chills were running down my spine again, I started to sweat profusely. I was a nervous wreck. What if it’s Jonathon, just playing games with us? What if it’s someone who can help? Should we hide? I knew that might be risky, since our only hope for rescue might be on the other side of that door; then again, I also knew that opening the door might seal our fate for good.

  Julie stared at me, her eyes wide. “Don’t answer it,” she whispered.

  “I’ll just peek out the window.”

  “No!” she whispered back.

  I ignored her and crept to the front window, my hands shaking like a jumping bean on a trampoline.

  Outside, Jesse was leaning against the door, and the wolves were circling him with exposed teeth, snarling and drooling.

  “It’s Jesse!” I shouted back to Julie.

  Then, from out of the darkness, a tall shadow emerged. I gasped again when I made out his features.

  “Jesse!” I shouted, but it was too late; before I could warn him, Jonathon had already grabbed him from behind.

  Somehow, the injured Jesse broke his stronghold and lunged at him. The guy rammed his head and shoulders into him, but with a big push, Jesse threw the guy five feet. In a flash, the man grabbed Jesse, lifted him over his head, and threw him like a ragdoll. Jesse crashed straight into the door so viciously that the door flew off the hinges with a loud bang.