Page 20 of Hunted, Season Three

“Is that a pen?”Questions Nolan during our approach to a slightly bigger puddle.“Abloodypen?”

Both of our stares high beam on it in unison, yet it’s me that excitedly croaks, “That’s one of mine!That’s one from my car!”Scrambling closer to get a better look is followed by me joyfully shrieking, “That’s the pen she was using to write on herself!”

“Huh,” grunts the man beside me.“Didn’t think that habit would ever come in handy.”

Me either.

But at least we know how to handle it if our son ends up having it.

And that it’ll basically keep him equipped with an emergency defense weapon.

Like Bond’s machine gun headlights.

“Assuming she stabbed him-”

“Is that another pen?!”I point into the far distance at the objection in question.“Is she leaving them for us to follow?!”

Darting away for the edge of the road makes it slightly more difficult to hear him attempting to reply, “I don’t think that’s-”

“Fuckkkkk…” cryptically crawls from my chest as I stumble to a stop.“This can’t be good.”

“What?!”Nolan jogs the short distance to be by my side.“What can’t be-” He cuts himself off to defeatedly declare, “That’s her Mickey pen…” The side of his face gets an uncomfortable scrub.“She doesn’t go anywhere without that damn thing.”

“Not on purpose.”

Panic over the mangled accessory prepares to set in when he unexpectedly folds his frame forward to investigate something that’s near the now contorted spring.“What…” More craning movements continue.“What the fuck is that shit?”Lowering himself to a squat occurs next.“Is that…” he uses the edge of his tool to move dirt around, “a bug?”

“Why the hell do we care if a bug is crawling around on her fucked-up pen?!”

“Not an insect, Kid.”He dusts away a little more debris and drags it closer at the same time he states, “A tracking device.”

Oh.

Oh…

Oh!

“Holy shit!”thoughtlessly jumps out of me.“Isthathow-”

“Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!” a feminine voice abruptly screams at the top of their lungs from somewhere deep in the woods prompting us to sprint off towards it.

“Bunny!” We instantly shout in unison against all logic and concerns for our own safety.“We’re coming!”

Chapter 4

Bunny

“Nooooooooooo!!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs in revulsion.

Refusal.

Pain.

“Why do you do this to me, sweet pea?”Brad exhaustedly huffs at the same time he adjusts his harsh hold on my ankles.“Why do you insist on making things so difficult?”

Why do I insist on fighting for my life?!

For a future?!

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