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  • - [Narrator] Everyone called them The Three.

  • Three backwater hicks who would come out of the woods

  • to drink and stalk women. (men laughing)

  • Usually they hunted in Earl's Bar in town.

  • But tonight, they were chasing me.

  • They were driving in their truck,

  • each of them with a beer in their hand

  • drinking and swerving, nearly hitting me, making me run.

  • "Why are you going for a walk by the cemetery huh?

  • "Aint no one around," they called.

  • Two of them were yelling at me stuff like,

  • "where you goin' sweetheart, where you goin'?"

  • But the tall one, their leader, kept looking

  • at his handsome reflection in his pocket mirror,

  • fixing his hair, smiling.

  • I fell down.

  • Mud splashing all over me.

  • They hooted and hollered and parked the truck.

  • One of them grabbed a bat, it had notches,

  • one for every hunt.

  • I got up clutching my soaking wet book bag

  • and started to run again.

  • They chased me. (footsteps stepping)

  • We were running by the cemetery at the edge of town.

  • "Got somewhere to be?"

  • They laughed like hyenas.

  • One of them threw a beer bottle and it smashed

  • against the gate, pieces cutting me.

  • "Don't damage the goods idiot", their leader said.

  • The one that kept checking his reflection

  • in his pocket mirror.

  • I turned and ran to the cemetery trying to dodge

  • and weave between the statues and tombstones

  • but they kept moving around, cackling, laughing,

  • knowing no one else was around.

  • They would grab me and push me into a gravestone

  • and laugh harder, let me get up and then push me again.

  • Exhausted, I got up and ran but just ran head first

  • into the leader who grabbed me.

  • "Please let me go", I asked.

  • The leader of the three looked up from his hand mirror.

  • "Ask again", he said.

  • "But this time, beg."

  • They crowded around me, laughing under their breath.

  • "I'm begging you, please let me go", I asked.

  • And he smiled.

  • "No."

  • He walked up facing me and wiped some mud from my cheek.

  • "You've got somethin' on your face", he grinned.

  • Then he threw me against a mausoleum wall

  • and they all started grabbing my clothes.

  • "This is a nice shirt", one of 'em said.

  • He pulled at my top. (clothing tearing)

  • But then he stopped.

  • There was a crunching sound in the cemetery.

  • Like stones being moved. (stones grinding)

  • They peered into the darkness.

  • One of them picked up a rock and threw it into the darkness.

  • Nothing.

  • They turned back to me.

  • The rock flew back and hit one of them

  • in the back of the head.

  • They spun around, a hand still on my shirt.

  • "Show yourself", one of them yelled, patting his bat.

  • "Show yourself, now!"

  • And then they heard it, the stone crunching sound.

  • The statue they had backed me up against

  • was alive and looking down at them.

  • To them, it was a statue, to me it was Aponi.

  • Aponi reached down and wrapped its cold hand

  • around the wrist clenching my shirt.

  • Aponi's stone head tilted.

  • "Let go of my shirt", I said.

  • Aponi snapped his wrist.

  • He sprung back holding the stump of his arm,

  • (liquid gushing) blood spurting out.

  • "Get outta here", the leader screamed.

  • And they began running.

  • I ran too.

  • The one who was bleeding out was falling behind.

  • I caught up to him, I tripped him.

  • He hit the ground looking at me, astonished.

  • Aponi was approaching.

  • He tried to jump over a headstone,

  • but the Aponi grabbed his leg and pulled it down,

  • snapping it. (screaming)

  • He screamed out loud.

  • His leg now facing backwards.

  • He huddled against the head stone trying to hide.

  • I walked over and looked at him.

  • "What are you doing", he whimpered.

  • "Having a bit of fun", I replied.

  • He felt the headstone start to move

  • as the statue pushed it.

  • He tried to move but he was too slow.

  • The gravestone fell down slowly, folding him in half.

  • I watched.

  • The other two were running for their lives.

  • One of them made the mistake of looking back.

  • He went down before he know what had hit him,

  • it was the statue.

  • She threw him against the wall of a tomb.

  • He hit the wall hard.

  • His bones cracked. (screaming)

  • I watched him slide down the wall onto the wet ground,

  • blood in his hair, some teeth knocked out.

  • Wheezing, he got to his knees.

  • He couldn't see where the statue was.

  • He tried to get up, holding his arm,

  • leaning against the wall for support.

  • The leader had doubled back and ran over

  • holding out his hand.

  • "Come on", he yelled.

  • "I can't."

  • "Come on", he yelled, taking the other's hand.

  • Then they heard something, a quiet whistling.

  • Something moving through the air.

  • They realized what it was too late,

  • a tombstone falling out of the sky.

  • "Wait no!"

  • It landed on the one on the ground,

  • splattering his body onto their leader.

  • He was covered in his friends' blood now.

  • He looked at me, dazed.

  • Looked down at his friend and began to cry.

  • But I wasn't looking at him.

  • I was looking at the leader's pocket mirror.

  • And idea popped into my head.

  • "What did you do to my friends?"

  • I didn't reply to what he was asking.

  • I just opened his pocket mirror and had

  • the leader face his own handsome reflection.

  • Suddenly, a slash appeared across his neck.

  • He pressed his hand to it.

  • Then one against his forearm.

  • He didn't know what was going on.

  • Another slash on his chest.

  • Finally, he spun around and saw her.

  • A little girl who moved like broken glass.

  • She muttered, Mirra, and slashed again.

  • This time his chin.

  • "Let me go", he said.

  • "Ask again", I said.

  • "But this time, beg."

  • He looked back and the girl slashed his forehead.

  • Blood poured down his face and into his eyes.

  • "Please, I'm begging you", he cried.

  • "Let me go!"

  • I smiled and said, "no."

  • Two cuts went down his back as he spiraled around in pain.

  • Another cut to his face while he cried out.

  • Another cut.

  • The blood curdling screams echoed throughout the cemetery.

  • Another cut and another until his face was laying

  • on the ground, removed from his body.

  • He fell to his knees as Mirra slit his throat

  • and he bled out.

  • I picked up my book bag and stood amongst

  • the bodies of my attackers,

  • with Aponi and Mirra standing right next to me.

  • My, or rather our, first hunt.

  • Our first of many.

(dramatic music)

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