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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Ok, here we go. After a cliffhanger ending, we're on to the next chapter. I won't bother beating around the bush. Let's get right into it.)
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Chapter 10: The Monster In The Forest
Mrs. Hendricks stared at the floating black book, then looked at the wood witch as she held the quill out to her. The witch had eager smiles on her face as she waited in anticipation for the elderly woman to take it.
“You want me to…?” she asked, unable to finish the question.
The witch’s grins widened, exposing her rotten teeth in both her mouths. “Sign your name. Just a little prick of the quill to get a little blood, and sign away. If you do not know how to write, then I can guide your hand as long as you’re willing.”
She held the quill out once more, but Mrs. Hendricks recoiled from it. “You expect me to sell my soul? To damn myself?”
The witch sighed. “You think it such a bad thing, but it was something I never regretted doing. And just think, you won’t have to suffer anymore. Is the kingdom of Heaven really worth it? You can make the hurt go away right now. All this pain will be gone. Instead, you will have power, longevity, the right to do whatever you want whenever you want however you want. Does that not sound so much more promising than the heartache you’re feeling now and for the foreseeable future?”
One of her hands shot out, grabbing Mrs. Hendricks’ wrist. Taking the quill, she jabbed it into the elderly woman’s wrist, coating the end in blood. She then pressed the quill into her hand and closed hers over it, forcing the woman to hold it.
“Give yourself to the darkness,” she cooed. “You’ve been a child of God all your life, following His word and doing what’s right. And look where it’s gotten you. You’ve had your son, the one you love more than anything, ripped from your arms by one of God’s soldiers, and are now more miserable than ever. Cast all that aside, abandon salvation and embrace greatness. You can have so much more than what your lot in life has given you. After all,” she grinned wickedly, “it is better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven. My mistress is offering you that chance. You can join in the sisterhood. All you have to do is sign your name.”
She released Mrs. Hendricks’ hand, but kept a firm grip on her wrist, tugging it towards the book. Her blood coated the end of the quill as a substitute for ink. All the names in the book were written in blood it seemed. So many names…
The door suddenly burst open as Van Helsing entered the room with Gretel right behind him. The witch and Mrs. Hendricks turned to him, and it didn’t take the monster hunter long to assess the situation. Upon seeing the floating black book, the quill in the old woman’s hand, and the witch present, it was easy enough to figure out what was going on.
Van Helsing pointed his gun at the witch as he spoke through clenched teeth, furious at the thought that she had attempted to tempt and convert an innocent soul while they were suffering and vulnerable, and right under his nose at that. “Get away from her.”
The witch hissed like a snake, a long, black, forked tongue shooting out of her left mouth and a pointed, black, equally as long one shooting out of her right. As she hissed at them, a pair of long snake fangs uncurled from the roof of both her mouths, just behind her rotten teeth as she bared them.
“Mind your own business, hunter,” she snarled.
“This is our business, bitch,” Gretel growled and maneuvered around Van Helsing as she held up her own gun and fired.
With the witch standing in front of Mrs. Hendricks, she couldn’t get a clear shot without running the risk of shooting the old woman. So she had fired off to the side, and the bullet struck the witch’s shoulder. This caused her to jolt back, and she snarled at the hunters and waved her wand. Branches began sprouting out of the wood interior of the house and began reaching for the hunters.
“You’ll pay for the death of our sister!” the witch hissed.
Behind her, Mrs. Hendricks’ face suddenly twisted into an angry snarl. She let out a cry and stabbed the quill into the witch’s neck, somehow penetrating her tree bark skin. The witch screeched and grabbed her neck, turning around to face the old woman.
“Begone, foul demon!” Mrs. Hendricks shouted. “You’re the ones responsible for my son’s death! Get out of my house, and take your cursed book with you!”
At her words, the black book slammed shut, and then it and the quill dissolved into vapor and disappeared. The witch snarled furiously, her snake fangs uncurling once more, but then she was distracted by the buzzing sound of Van Helsing pulling out and activating his buzz saws. They cut through the branches surrounding him and Gretel, and they pushed their way through them.
Letting out an animal-like snarl, the witch suddenly leapt across the room, right out the window, landing outside. As she stood up, she suddenly found herself face-to-face with Hansel. The witch hunter was wearing a pair of brace knuckles with crosses carved into each knuckle on his hands. He threw a punch, hitting the witch square in the jaw, knocking her off her feet.
“Ruin your escape?” he asked mockingly.
The witch sat up and glared at him before spitting out a tooth along with a mouthful of blood from her left mouth before screeching at him. The witch hunter just snorted and adjusted his fingers within the brace knuckles.
“Yeah, get some singing lessons,” he told her, and moved in to hit her again.
The witch raised all three hands into the air and flicked her wand. From out of the ground, countless roots sprouted and rose up. They twisted together like rope and began whipping outward. Hansel pulled back as he was almost struck as the witch was surrounded by the whipping roots.
“Come on then, hunter,” she growled.
Hansel scoffed. “Oh, I’m coming. And I’m going to mount those antlers of yours over the fireplace and use your body for kindling.”
“To stoke the fire to burn your mistress,” Gretel added as she and Van Helsing hurried over.
The witch turned to them and pointed her hand at them. The roots whipped out at them, and Van Helsing stepped in front of Gretel. He swung his hands around while wielding his buzz saws, cutting down the roots that aimed to strike them.
Gretel flashed him a smile. “Thanks for that.” She gestured forward. “If you don’t mind.”
“Gladly,” he replied, and began walking into the whipping roots, cutting them down with his buzz saws, making a path.
The witch hissed and held out her hand. After a few moments, a whooshing sound was heard as an elaborate, custom-made broom came soaring over the town gate. It flew over to the witch and she grabbed hold of it, swinging a leg over before taking off.
The whipping roots fell to the ground, and Van Helsing reached the clear spot where the witch had been standing a moment after she pulled away. He shoved his buzz saws into his jacket and pulled out his grapple gun, firing it at the retreating witch. The spear-like end flew through the air and stabbed the witch in the back, bursting out the front of her torso, making her screech.
Van Helsing attempted to use the grapple to yank her off her broom, but the witch held on. She kept flying, even with the grapple attached to her, putting on a burst of speed. Van Helsing silently swore as he realized what was about to happen, but kept a firm grip on the grapple gun. Gretel seemed to realize what was going to happen as well, and she grabbed onto Van Helsing to try and stop it.
It was a futile attempt, as both hunters were yanked off their feet. They were pulled through the whipping roots, heading right towards Hansel. He dove out of their way at the last second, but was instantly on his feet, chasing after them.
The witch flew along, slowly rising higher as the additional weight weighed her down, making it harder to fly. Van Helsing and Gretel held on tight, and a sudden roar reached their ears. They were heading straight for Edward as the troll ran towards them. He leapt forward to try to grab them, but missed, and they shot by the troll as they were dragged along.
Finally reaching the necessary height, the witch directed her broom towards the gate, intending to fly over it. Van Helsing and Gretel weren’t so lucky as they were dragged after her at a much lower level. As the gate approached, Van Helsing turned his body to take the brute of the impact as he and Gretel slammed painfully into the gate at nearly 20 miles per hour.
The cord yanked, and the sudden stop nearly pulled the witch off her broom. She managed to hold on though by her legs as her arms flailed about, then grabbed hold of her broom again and attempted to keep flying. Van Helsing and Gretel recovered from the impact and dug their feet into the gate as they pulled on the cord. The witch pulled back as she tried to get away, and the two hunters slid up the gate some as they pushed against the gate, trying to maintain leverage.
“I’m coming!” Hansel called as he rushed towards the two of them. Behind him, Edward turned down the path and hurried towards them as well.
Van Helsing and Gretel continued this vertical game of Tug-of-War with the witch, steadily losing ground as they slid up the side of the gate. Gretel’s foot suddenly slipped as she pushed against the gate, and she fell against Van Helsing, which, in turn caused him to lose his footing, and they both fell against the gate. He kept hold of the grapple gun though as Gretel clung to him, and both were yanked upward.
Hansel had just reached them at this moment, and he leapt up, managing to grab hold of Gretel’s belt, and he was pulled up with them. Edward once again just missed and crashed into the gate, falling to the ground with a grunt as the hunters reached the top of the gate.
The logs that made up the gate were sharpened at the top, a better means to keep unwanted visits from trying to climb over. Van Helsing knew that if they were dragged over those, they would have their guts spilled. So he kicked off the gate just when they reached the top, and when they were pulled forward, he brought his feet down between the spaces between the pointed ends.
With his feet wedged between the spaces, he once more tried to pull back on the cord, but it was a futile attempt, and all three hunters were yanked down. Fortunately, they didn’t just drop to the ground, as they were pulled through the air by the witch. Their weight was too much though, and they slowly descended as they were pulled along until the hunters were being dragged across the ground.
The witch headed into the forest, and the hunters were pulled along after her. She attempted to rid herself of them by flying close to the trees so the hunters would crash into them, resulting in some painful side collisions. Van Helsing stubbornly held onto his grapple gun as Gretel held onto him, and her brother onto her, until he saw the thick trees rushing towards them. The cable connecting them to the witch, as she flew higher up, was running through the space between the trunks.
He let go of the grapple gun, and the three hunters skidded to a halt. The grapple gun got caught between the two trees, unable to fit through the small space between them. This time, the witch was pulled right off her broom, which kept flying without her, and she dropped to the ground.
The three hunters let out simultaneous groans of pain, glad that the ride was finally over.
“That was fucking fun,” Hansel grumbled sarcastically as he got to his feet.
“Speak for yourself,” Gretel muttered as she realized that if her brother could make such comments that he was just fine. “Van Helsing, you ok?”
The monster hunter let out a grunt of pain as he got up, nursing his arm. “Damn, that’s a problem.”
Gretel gave him a look of concern. “Is it broken?”
He shook his head. “No, just dislocated. Could one of you give me a hand?”
“A hand?” Gretel asked. “As in put your arm back in its place?”
He nodded. “I’d do it myself, but it’ll be better to have someone else do it.”
Hansel sighed. “Fine, I’ll fix it.” He walked over to the monster hunter and felt his arm, feeling where the dislocation was. When he found it, he took hold of the arm and gave Van Helsing a serious look. “This is going to hurt.”
The monster hunter let out a small laugh. “Let’s me know I’m alive. Just do it before she gets away.”
Hansel nodded. “On three. One.”
Crack. A pained groan escaped Van Helsing as his shoulder was popped back into place. He knew it would be painful, and he’d known it wouldn’t actually happen on ‘three’ either, that was a given, but it still hurt like hell. The relief that followed was much better, and he could move his arm again, even if it did still really hurt.
“Thanks,” he grunted.
“Any time,” the witch hunter replied with a grin. “Now let’s go hack us up some firewood.”
The witch was in her own process of trying to get to her feet after being yanked off her broom. She seethed as she grabbed at the grapple in her stomach and pulled it out. The sound of approaching footsteps drew her attention, and she turned to see the hunters approaching her.
“Going somewhere?” Gretel asked mockingly.
The witch pointed her wand at them. “You should have just let me go.”
Hansel wobbled his head. “Yeah, but we’re already invested in killing your ass, so…”
The witch hissed in response. “Do you think this wise, to take on a wood witch in a forest?”
Gretel gave a small shrug. “Wouldn’t be a first for us.”
The witch looked angry for a moment, but then her two mouths twisted into grins. “Then tell me, is this a first for you?”
She raised her wand and began twirling it around. The trees began to part, creating an open path, and a loud roar was heard. This was followed by heavy footsteps as the sound of something large approached.
“Shit,” Hansel swore, taking out his shotgun. “Something tells me we’re about to meet the monster in the forest we heard about.”
The witch laughed. “Seems you’re smarter than you look.”
The hunters were suddenly hit by a horrible stench that grew stronger as the heavy footsteps approached. It also started getting colder, frost appearing on the leaves and grass around them. Van Helsing suddenly got the feeling that he knew what the monster was. And as it came stomping into the area, he saw that his suspicions were correct.
The monster was tall, about 15 feet in height. It had the body of a human, its arms skinless with bulging muscles, with bear like claws on its hands. It appeared to be rotting, like a decaying corpse, and was a yellowish-gray color. Its midsection was skinny though, its bones clearly visible beneath it, as if it were starving, yet at the same time, it had a bulky, muscular chest. Its legs were just as muscular as its arms, and instead of feet it had massively large hooves, many times far too big in proportion to the rest of its body. Its head was the actual skull of a ram with two saber-tooth tiger fangs hanging down from its upper jaws, and what seemed to be black flames flickered out of its empty eye sockets.
The creature roared loudly, the smell of death emitting from its mouth, and the hunters took a step backwards.
“The hell is that thing?” Gretel exclaimed, her breath appearing as she spoke due to the cold.
“A wendigo,” Van Helsing replied. “I’ve dealt with them before. They’re not pleasant. But when is any dark creature?”
“Wendigo?” Hansel repeated. “Those cannibalistic, evil spirit monsters?”
Though neither Hansel nor Gretel had encountered one before, they’d heard stories of wendigos before. They were malevolent spirits that took over the body of someone who resorted to cannibalism, turning them into greedy, monstrous creatures with a never-ending hunger for human flesh. No matter how much they ate, they were always hungry, but with each person they devoured, the stronger they became.
“He’s been living off my mistress’ scraps for so long,” the witch taunted. “He’s due for a full meal.”
Cackling she took off into the forest. Hansel swore and charged after her, sliding beneath the wendigo’s legs when it reached for him. “I’ll get the bitch! You deal with that thing!” he called back to the others.
The wendigo snarled and turned around to go after him, and Gretel pulled out a dagger and threw it into the beast’s back. It snarled again as the dagger became embedded in its back and turned around, roaring at the hunters.
“That’s right, big guy,” Gretel told it. “You’ve got two meals right here; you don’t need to go after him.”
Whether her words got through to the wendigo or not were unknown, but the beast began stalking towards the two of them all the same. They backed away as it approached, streams if saliva dripping from its bony jaws.
Gretel glanced at Van Helsing. “So, you’ve dealt with these things before, huh? Any advice?”
“They’re not too different from werewolves,” he replied. “They’re not caused by an infectious curse, but rather by a dark entity that infects those who have committed cannibalism. Their influence can cause others to become greedy, aggressive, or even go mad. They have the same weakness as werewolves too.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun that he tossed to her. “Here, silver bullets.”
Gretel caught the pistol, giving it, then him, a questioning look. “If silver bullets kill it and you have them, then why didn’t you use them yet?”
She didn’t wait for an answer and immediately fired upon the wendigo. The bullet hit it in the chest and it stumbled back, emitting a snarl. Gretel lowered the gun and gave Van Helsing a smile, but he only winced.
“To answer your question,” he said with an uneasy look on his face, “they’re also kind of like vampires. You need to hit them in their icy heart.”
The smile fell from Gretel’s face and she looked back at the wendigo. “Oh…”
The wendigo charged at them like a wild boar. Van Helsing reached into his jacket and pulled out his automatic crossbow. He began firing silver miniature stakes in rapid succession as Gretel fired Van Helsing’s pistol. With the wendigo hunched over though, neither the bullets nor the stakes had any hope of hitting its heart.
Gretel retreated as the wendigo came right up to Van Helsing as the monster hunter continued to fire while backing away. The wendigo snarled with each stake it was hit with, but it kept coming, and Van Helsing turned to flee as well. The wendigo went after him, bucking its head like an angry bull, sending Van Helsing flipping up into the air and then coming down painfully on his side.
Skidding to a halt, the wendigo turned around and rushed back over to the monster hunter as Van Helsing reached for his crossbow. The wendigo grabbed his jacket in its mouth and pulled him away from the weapon before standing up again. Van Helsing hung from its jaws by his jacket as the wendigo shook him about like a dog playing with a chew toy.
Gretel held up the gun and fired into the wendigo’s side. She didn’t bother aiming for its heart, as there was no way to hit it without shooting Van Helsing. The wendigo turned to her and dropped Van Helsing before coming down on all fours again and charging at her.
The gun clicked empty in her hand and she swore, glancing down at it. The wendigo head-butted her, knocking her off her feet, and she landed several feet away on her back with the wind knocked out of her. The wendigo stalked over to her, and its stomach growled loudly.
Gretel came out of her daze and looked up to see the wendigo crouching over her. It opened its mouth to bite her, and her arms came up as she grabbed hold of its fangs. This allowed her to hold it back from biting her, and she was instead pushed across the ground as the wendigo attempted to sink its teeth into her.
Van Helsing jumped up onto the wendigo’s back. It let out a snarl and began shaking itself, trying to knock him off, but Van Helsing grabbed hold of the dagger still sticking out of its back and held on as if he were at a rodeo. His other hand thrust into his jacket and pulled out a large silver stake, the pointed end popping out of its interior.
Trying to determine where the wendigo’s heart was from behind it, he raised the stake to stab as the creature thrashed about. The dagger he was holding onto suddenly dislodged from its back, and Van Helsing tumbled down its body, landing beside Gretel. Unlike the wounds it obtained from the silver stakes and bullets fired into it, the stab wound from the dagger healed.
Dropping down onto all fours again, the wendigo roared down at the two hunters. Van Helsing made to stab the stake into its heart, but the wendigo’s large hand grabbed his arm and pinned it to the ground. Gretel quickly rolled over and reached into Van Helsing’s jacket, pulling out one of his buzz saws. Grateful to having been able to examine it earlier, she activated the weapon and swung it at the wendigo. Sparks flew as it collided with the bottom of one of the wendigo’s long fangs, and the end was cut off.
The wendigo roared and pulled back, releasing Van Helsing as it clawed at the end of its severed fang. Van Helsing and Gretel got up, the former moving to stab the monster with his stake. The wendigo back-handed him though, the blow knocking the monster hunter into Gretel, and they both flew into the air and crashed into a tree before falling into a pile.
Gretel groaned from on top of Van Helsing as she pushed herself up. “This thing’s a pain in the ass.”
“I told you,” the monster hunter grumbled.
The wendigo roared and stomped towards them as the two hunters got to their feet. It stopped as it loomed over them and roared as Gretel held out the buzz saw and Van Helsing held out the stake.
Another roar followed the wendigo’s, drawing its attention away from the hunters. A moment later, Edward came bursting through the trees as he charged at the wendigo. He plowed into the beast, pushing it away from the hunter, and the wendigo stumbled back until it hit a tree.
Edward pulled back and slammed his large fist into the wendigo’s torso. The beast roared as Edward continued to pummel it, driving his fists into the wendigo’s starved stomach, just beneath where it became muscular in the chest area. The bottom of its ribcage cracked as bones broke under the impact of Edward’s fists.
The wendigo roared and grabbed Edward’s shoulders, shoving the troll away. Edward stumbled back, but regained his footing and stood his ground as the wendigo stepped away from the tree. Disturbing cracking sounds came from its midsection along with movement beneath its flesh as its broken bones healed, and the broken end of its fang that Gretel had cut off grew back.
The two creatures stared each other down, the wendigo about twice the size of Edward. Up in the sky, thunder rumbled, and the first few drops of rain began to fall. It soon became a downpour as it started raining heavily. Van Helsing and Gretel looked on as the two creatures didn’t take their eyes off of each other.
The black flames in the wendigo’s eye sockets continued to burn, even as rain filled them. It seemed to grow tired of the staring contest it seemed to be having with the troll and roared at him. Edward roared back, and the wendigo charged forward. Edward rushed to meet it, ducked beneath the swipes the wendigo threw at him. He drove his fist into the wendigo’s gut, causing it to stumble back, before pulling away as it swiped at him again, before stepping forward to punch it again.
He delivered two more punches before the wendigo attempted to grab him, ducking beneath its arms and stepping to its left before punching it in the side again. The wendigo snarled and turned to him, swiping at him in the process, and its claw slashed across Edward’s arm, leaving bloody scratches.
Edward snarled in pain and took a few steps back, gripping his bloody arm. The wendigo dropped to all fours and approached him, slashing out like a bear pawing at its prey. Edward backed away from the swipes and threw a punch when he saw an opening, his fist connecting with the side of the wendigo’s head. As it turned back to him, he stepped forward and delivered an uppercut to its lower jaw, weary of its two fangs.
The wendigo backed away and stood up as it roared at him again. Edward roared back, thumping his fist against his chest in challenge. The wendigo snarled at him before dropping to all fours and charging forward to buck the troll. Edward reached out and grabbed the wendigo by its helix-shaped horns. His feet dug into the muddying ground as he was pushed back until he came to a stop, keeping a firm grip on the wendigo’s horns. He had to release them though as the wendigo stood up and raised its hand to slash at him.
A stream of silver stakes began flying through the air, embedding themselves in the wendigo. The creature roared and turned away from Edward to face Van Helsing, who had retrieved his crossbow and was proceeding to fire at the wendigo. Edward retreated so he wouldn’t be in the flying stakes’ path as the wendigo abandoned its fight with him to go after the monster hunter.
Van Helsing kept firing as the wendigo stalked towards him. It walked on two legs this time, allowing him to aim for the chest. Only its chest was too thick with muscle for the stakes to reach its heart. Van Helsing found it ironic that a creature that was constantly starving to the point where the bottom of its ribcage could be seen was also packing such a great deal of muscle in its arms, legs, and chest, though he knew this was a result of the strength it had inherited from the humans it had devoured.
He wished he had more silver bullets, they would have gotten the job done, but they were back in town. Silver was effective, though not deadly, against vampires, which was why he had brought silver along, but had he known that he would be fighting something like a wendigo, he would have brought more. He certainly hoped a werewolf didn’t show up next.
His crossbow suddenly clicked empty, and he didn’t have a refill canister. The wendigo came at him, unhindered now, and Van Helsing retreated. He slipped through a group of trees that were growing tightly together, and the wendigo crashed into them. It was too big to get through, and so it reached through the space between the trees, swiping at the monster hunter.
As the wendigo reached for Van Helsing, Gretel came at it from behind. Using the buzz saw, she cut through the wendigo’s legs. It roared loudly and topples over, its legs now stumps. It turned to her and swiped outward, and Gretel backed away. It began crawling after her, dragging itself across the muddy ground as its legs began to regenerate. Gretel made a run for it, her feet splashing across the wet ground as the wendigo came after her, attempting to get back up as more of its legs grew back.
Reaching a tree, she leapt up and grabbed onto a branch, hoisting herself up. The wendigo reached the tree and stood up on its new legs. It swiped at her as she climbed up higher, getting out of its range. The wendigo roared up at her and began shaking the tree, either trying to shake her out of it or simply topple the whole thing over, and Gretel grabbed onto a branch to keep herself from falling out.
Edward’s roar echoed through the forest as he leapt up behind the wendigo and brought his balled fists down on its head. The wendigo dropped to its knees, then snarled as it spun around, swiping its claws. Edward roared again. This time in pain as the wendigo’s claws scratched the side of his head and part of his face. The wendigo then rose up and wrapped its arms around the troll in a bear hug, crushing Edward in its tight grip.
Edward roared and struggled in the wendigo’s hold, but was unable to break free. His arms were pinned at his sides and his legs kicked around futilely as he was lifted in the air as the wendigo squeezed him tightly and snarled in his face.
Gretel leapt down, landing on the wendigo’s shoulders. Using the buzz saw, she shoved it into the wendigo’s neck where its skull-head transitioned to flesh. The wendigo began to roar, but then it was suddenly cut off as its head fell away and splattered in the mud. Edward dropped from its arms, and a moment later, its headless body toppled over.
Letting out a sigh, Gretel got up, pushing her wet hair out of her face. She stepped off the wendigo’s body and approached Edward. She winced as she looked at his injuries, particularly the four scratches on the side of his face.
“Let me see,” she said, and reached out to gently turn his head to get a better look, then took a look at the scratches on his arm. “Hmm, the ones on your head don’t look that deep, but he got you good on your arm. Don’t worry, we’ll bandage you up when we get back.”
“Gretel!” Van Helsing called as he rushed over to them.
She waved at him. “We’re fine. It’s dead.”
“No, it’s not!” he warned. “You need to pierce its heart! It won’t die otherwise!”
Gretel felt her blood run cold, although that could also have just been the temperature dropping further. As if to correspond with Van Helsing’s claim, she heard movement behind her. Turning around, she saw the wendigo rising to its feet, its head in its hand. It placed it back on its shoulders, and it reattached.
Letting out a roar, it towered over Gretel and Edward. Gretel pulled out her dagger and threw it at the wendigo. It buried into its chest, but wendigo barely reacted. She instead pulled out her guns and began firing up at it. She took aim for its chest and fired, hitting it directly in the heart. Much to her dismay, it did not fall. Her bullets were not silver, the wounds healing almost instantly, and they only seemed to anger it.
With a snarl, the wendigo raised its fists in the air and moved to bring them on her. Edward jumped up and held up his arms, and the wendigo’s fists came down on them. Edward was knocked to his knees, but managed to hold back the attack.
Van Helsing came rushing in. Using the muddy ground to his advantage, he slid beneath the wendigo and Edward’s arms as the two were locked together. Wielding his silver stake, he jumped up and stabbed it into the wendigo’s chest, right where he knew its heart should be. The wendigo was so tall though that he couldn’t stab the stake all the way in to reach its heart.
The silver still got a reaction out of the wendigo. It pulled back and roared to the sky. Edward got to his feet and raised his fist, then slammed it against the stake sticking out of the wendigo’s chest, driving it in. The wendigo roared again, throwing up its arms as it leaned back until it fell over.
Animalistic sounds began escaping the wendigo as it thrashed about as if it were having a seizure. Then it let out one final roar, and its body seemed to become reduced to black smoke while still maintaining its form as it rose up into the air, and then suddenly dispersed. Down on the ground, the dead body of a man lay in place of the wendigo, the silver stake sticking out of his chest.
Van Helsing looked down at the man with a look of pity as he made the sign of the cross. “God rest your soul,” he said in Latin.

(A/N: Well, that was a fun battle. Fun to write anyway. It seems Van Helsing, Gretel and Edward had a hard time with it though. I had to do a bit of research on wendigos for this, but it worked as a suitable monster to incorporate into the story. But while they managed to defeat it, it looks like the wood witch got away. Or did it? Hansel has gone after it, but will he be able to take her out on his own. At the very least Mrs. Hendricks was spared from selling her soul, so it looks like Blair's plans for revenge were ruined. But there's still the Antichrist to deal with, so stay tuned to see how things go from here.)
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