fandomhigh | Hunting 101 - Class 4 (Wednesday period 7)

When the students entered the Danger Shop, they found themselves standing on the side of a deserted highway at night time.

John was leaning against the same black car from the last time. "Welcome to Lone Pine Highway. The one mile stretch beginning just past that curve has had an inordinate amount of disappearances, going back decades. There have also been stories, told by people who've travelled this highway, about seeing a dark sinister figure on a black horse. Some of the stories go so far as to talk about the figure galloping after them brandishing a sword. Digging deeper into the area's local folklore, you would find a tale of a highwayman hung on a tree somewhere along this road back in Colonial times. His bones are said to be buried among the roots of the tree.

"Your assignment is to lay this ghost to rest without getting yourselves killed or injured." He looked around at the gathered students seriously. "Unlike the last ghost you faced, this one is very aggressive and dangerous and will attack you on sight. Keep that in mind and act accordingly.

"Also unlike last week, I'm allowing you to decide how to group yourselves in going after this ghost. You can pair up with whom you will, or even go in groups of three or four, or if you're feeling particularly brave -- or foolhardy -- you can attempt this alone. Although," John smiled slightly, "I wouldn't reccomend the latter.

"You'll find a large assortment of weapons and equipment in the trunk of this car; when you have chosen your group, choose what you think you'll need to defend yourselves and get the job done."

John leaned back against the hood of the car with a grin. "If there are no questions, you may begin when ready."

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"Oh, sure," Mel teased Chris. "First you'll take me out for coffee and the next thing you know you're using the old ploy of taking me back to your room to look at some demon etchings or a text of old magic."

"Well, I do have a book of old magic," Chris smirked.

"Suuuuuuure you do," Mel said rolling her eyes and was probably about to say something dirty when she heard some noises (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1213188.html?thread=70856196#t70856196)

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The sound of distant hoofbeats could be heard. No horse was visible when they looked in the direction of the sound, just a large ancient tree sihouetted against the sky.

Chris heard them too. He stopped walking and turned to look in the direction they came from.

"Something near that tree," he whispered to Mel.

Mel pulled out the crowbar and wondered if there was a way she could get her axe in here somehow. "Stay behind me," she whispered back as she headed toward the tree.

As they stared at the tree, the hoofbeats got louder and suddenly between one blink and the next there was a large black shape bearing down on them.

"Watch out!" Chris called, pulling salt out of his bag and wondering how quickly he could form a protective circle around him and Mel.

Mel was already rushing forward and doing a wild swing at the shape. "ON IT!"

When Me's crobar swung through the space where the ghost was, it disappated with a sound that was half horse scream and half an unearthly growl.

But the air was still heavy in a way that told that it wasn't gone for good.

"Let's move!" Mel said taking off towards the tree.

As they closed in on the tree, the sound of hoofbeats once again rang through the night.

Mel had one hand on her crowbar and the other one on the EMS detector as she tried to trace where the ghost was coming from. "See anything?"

"No," Chris said, one of his hands full of salt crystals and the other holding his own iron crowbar.

Mel started circling the tree looking for anything and obviously pumped up on adrenaline. "See? Now this is my idea of a first date. That's for future reference, Chrissy"

Yes. Mel had a strange sense of humor.

"I'll, uh... keep that in mind, Melly," Chris replied, shaking his head slightly and keeping his eyes and ears open for anything unusual.

"Call me Melly again and I'm letting the ghost have you."

"Call me Chrissy again and I'll hit you with the crowbar."

"That's more of a third date kind of thing."

Chris kind of stared at her. "You don't date much, do you?"

Mel grinned. "I'm not your ordinary average kind of girl. Try to keep up."

"I'll do my best," Chris promised, grinning back at her in spite of himself.

"So where do you think the bones are?" Mel asked. "Under the tree?"

Suddenly the ghost appeared again, practically on top of them. The horse reared and a blade gleamed in the rider's hand.

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