In continuation.

Okay guys, something rare is about to happen... I am about to continue a story!!
I'm gonna carry on from where I left off the other day with my homage to Supernatural.

Jared span the cylinder within his pistol to make sure it wasn't going to jam before pressing on, pulling the collar on his jacket higher to try and keep the cold at bay a little more, but to no avail. He knew by now that when dealing with the ethereal cold associated with the creatures that he hunted, there was nothing material that could keep a body warm.

Frost was visible on the walls of the alley now and the floor was slick in parts with patches of black ice; Jared was close, he could feel it. He held his pistol ready and kept a close watch on the alleyway. There was a sudden crunch, like the splintering of wood. He turned to face the corner at the end of the alley where the sound emanated. There! Barrelling around the corner! It was Feral One. The legend goes that they were once normal men, but were driven from their homes and forced to live in the wilds, making pacts with dark spirits to survive the hardships before them, the dark energies of these spirits corrupting and twisting their flesh to the point where their muscles had contorted so much that the skin had literally begun to peel away and hung in tatters from their steel, sinewy muscles. It bounded down the alley and criss-crossed out of instinct to try and avoid the sight of Jared's gun, it's eyes glistening with a keen, wild ferocity. Jared braced, taking a step back and let loose two shots. The first went wide, punching a hole clean through a dumpster. The second shot ripped off the beast's leg at the shin as it leapt up and pounced, forcing Jared to the ground, its long, razorlike claws gripping and slicing into the flesh of his arm. Jared could do nothing but cry out in pain as he tried to wrestle the beast off of him, bu the creature's jaws were getting closer to his throat; he could feel the Feral One's breath on his neck, as icy cold as the alley, causing his skin to ripple with goosebumps, only to shiver and the cold needle drop of saliva that dripped upon him.

He had only one option left. It'd hurt like hell, but he'd live... With a roar indistinguishable from that of the beast that had him pinned, Jared twisted his arm, shredding his own flesh within the beasts claws so that his gun now pressed into the left eye of the creature.

What happened next, he'd never know. The next moment Jared knew, it was morning, and there he lay, still in the alley, now warm, surrounded by a congealing pool mixed from the beast's and his own blood. His clothes where a mess of red and black stains; the headless corpse of the creature still lay atop him and the only sensations he could feel were relief at still being alive, intense pain from his shredded left arm and an indescribable numb throbbing throughout his whole body, no doubt from the loss of blood. He smiled the faintest of smiles, coughed, and his eyes flickered closed, once more drifitng into unconciousness, unsure as to whether he would see another day.


So there you have it. Will there be more? Who knows? Not even I do at the moment!