I was feeling pretty gloomy after my run in with Raymond and his bunch. It brought up a lot of bad feelings from the past and there were a couple things that were bothering me. One of them was I had no idea who had warned me about the werewolves and why, and why was he building an army? It just seemed strange that it was all happening now. Although he could have been turning people for the past five or six years for all I know. Anyway, I was back out on the road.
Wes Parker here. For those of you that may not know me I am a paladin, which means I’m pretty much a badass, I’m 17 and I hunt monsters. That’s my life. It’s not the greatest life but it is mine. I recently ran into one of the werewolves that killed my parents and that was what I was talking about before. So, with the help of Kelly, someone that works for an agency of humans that hunt monsters, we blew the town right off the map, literally. It was kind of awesome.
I was driving as far away from that town as I could and ended up in Colorado, in the Rocky Mountains. It was cold and everything was covered in snow, so on the way I had traded my bike out for my car. Driving in snow with a motorcycle is not safe, even for me.
There wasn’t anywhere in particular that I was heading, considering that I didn’t really hear about anything or catch wind of any monster. That was until I was about six hours into the state when I felt it, something pulling at me, beckoning me to follow it. The next town was about five miles and that was obviously where I needed to go.
It was a nice town, which was a good change of pace from my last stop, and a little more populated, too. I searched about the town on the Internet and didn’t find anything that caught my attention, nothing out of the ordinary, but why did I feel something close by?
I pulled into a general parking area and decided to walk around town, see if anything came up. It was a real touristy town so I figured I would fit right in. It was a Thursday afternoon but it was winter vacation so it was pretty busy. People were walking about and everyone seemed very happy. If they only knew the crap that was really out there.
There was a really cute girl walking down the street toward me and the moment she saw me she smiled. I felt that it was only right that I returned the gesture. Plus I couldn’t stop myself from doing it even if I wanted to. She had crimson hair, perfectly white teeth and a white winter hat. She looked amazing and actually looked like she was a couple years older than me.
“Hi,” she said as we walked by each other.
“Hi,” I replied and continued walking.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m not really sure.”
“Not too far I hope.” Her smile broadened.
“You have any suggestions?”
“I was just going to the Coffee House.”
“Sounds like a good place to be.” Whatever was in this town could wait. It wasn’t like anything bad had happened yet.
“Let’s go then.”
I listened to her and started following her to the so-called Coffee house.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked me.
“No,” I said. “I’m guessing you are?”
“Yeah. It’s funny, there really hasn’t been any outsiders in a while.”
I looked around. “It seems like this town is pretty full, though.”
“Everyone seems to be sticking around.”
“What?” I asked her, now very intrigued.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Do tourists usually stick around here long?”
“A week maybe but not for a month.”
I stopped. “A month?”
“Yeah. Plus there is all the weird stuff.”
“What weird stuff?”
“Nothing bad. Just cars flipped upside down and peoples’ laundry spread out in the front yard spelling names.”
“That doesn’t bother you?” I asked.
“Not really,” she replied.
“I gotta go.” I took off without saying another word. I chanced a quick look back and she didn’t seem like she cared.
If there were flipped cars, discarded laundry and other weird things going on in this town up in the Rocky Mountains then that meant only one thing: Elves…