Thunderclap

The Creature didn't hesitate after the clicking of the shotgun and quickly pounced at Marcel.

RIP!

The creature's unnaturally elongated fingers swiped at Marcel, slashing his chest and sending him flying out into a tree nearby due to the momentum.

"AHhh!" Marcel cried out while struggling to stand, his vision blurred as he held his chest firmly in an attempt to stop the blood from escaping further.

Four sharp claw marks ran down his chest as the wounds oozed blood onto the floor.

"fuCK!" He couldn't help but yell out in between coughs of blood.

"RUN!SURVIVE!RUN!RUN!RUN!" The creature continued to chant in different voices of his deceased family.

Marcel couldn't stop himself from clenching his fist in anger until they turned pale.

'Fuck! Why! It wasn't supposed to be like this!! This was my second chance! Why am I being hunted like prey?!'

The creature once again started laughing with Marcel's family's voices which only further enraged him.

'Why?!' He screamed in his mind while slowly limping onto his his leg while supporting himself up against the tree.

The creature decided to stop playing around, turning it's head upwards, raising up its antlers while looking Marcel straight in the eyes with an expression of madness and bloodlust. Then it pounced.

Time seemed to freeze for Marcel, fight or flight response kicked into over drive. He quickly access that running away would only prolong an inevitable death so he decided to just fight instead.

Marcel quickly raised up both of his palms, getting into a stance he had beat into him during his previous life.

The creature in-front of him was obviously not very intelligent and seemed to be driven by a madness to kill. This caused it's movements to become predictable with it's large outstretched right hand headed straight for Marcel's neck in an attempt to decapitate him with it's elongated claws.

Marcel was not only out of practice but also in an immensely weak condition due to already being injured and having only an eight year old body. But he still had the ability to fight, in his last life he had been adopted by a retired soldier who had taught him had to fight. Not just with any fight style, but with the most brutal and dirty martial art of the modern era, Krav Maga.

Seeing the creature pouncing forward with his right arm as the lead while aiming for his own neck, Marcel quickly took advantage of his smaller frame to drop low to the ground and evade the lethal attack.

The creature's attack continued onwards causing it to imbed its claws within the tree. Marcel took the opportunity to elbow it's throat before it could attack with its other claw.

The creature flinched before coughing with a stunned expression, Marcel took the small break as an opportunity to access his situation further.

'Should I jump on it back and try a choke hold?' Marcel thought before throwing the thought away, 'Those elongated arms would likely shred me before it even begins to pass out.'

The creature, having regained it's sense, swiped it's left arm downward towards Marcel.

Marcel quickly ducked, flinching from the pain caused by the sudden movement from his still bleeding chest.

The attack barely sailed over his head as his body hit the ground, Marcel looked upwards, spotting a strange gray object dangling by his face.

'That's its nutsack?!' Marcel thought in exasperation before twisting his body to launch a punch towards the shriveled gray sack.

SMACK!

"𝕊ℂℝ𝔼𝔼𝔼𝔼𝔼𝔼𝔼!!" It screeched in utter pain before reflexively kicking forward, inadvertently launching Marcel away and into the ground nearby.

"OoOf!" Marcel groaned as the air from his lungs was ejected out. He moaned on the floor in pain and soreness before his adrenaline faded it away and allowed him to stand once more.

He stood up only to come face to face with the creature, Marcel almost jumped out of his own skin due to the creature's fierce expression of pure rage. It's almost nonexistent nose which was composed of two slits on it's pale face flared with anger, while it's eyes that seemed to stretch from one end of it's face to the other narrowed with rage. But what really made Marcel readily piss his pants was the seething Cheshire Cat like grin that showed it's unnaturally long teeth that were stained with blood. The smile made him shake as it continued to expand further on it's pale, bony and vaguely human-like face.

'Fuck I'm dead.' He thought.

Despair clouded Marcel's brain as he seemed to have accepted his inevitable fate, which only seemed to make the creature grin wider.

The creature, while relishing in the perverse joy it felt towards Marcel's growing despair decided to taunt him further, it wanted to bring the boy who had hurt it down to his lowest, most life-less point in life before killing him and devouring his flesh.

So it said only two words.

"RUN! SURVIVE!" It croaked out as a taunt between the gaps of it's cheshire grin.

The words however had the opposite effect, they hammered into Marcel's very soul. He flinched as determination filled every fiber and cell of his being. Marcel suddenly felt a strange energy travel up his spine causing him to flinch, he decided to think of it later and instead punched outward's throwing the full force of the strange power into his fist.

CRACK KOOOM!

An explosion of air tore through the clearing as his fist impacted into the creature's face with a clap of thunder.

He could only hear the loud screeches of the being as it's body exploded from within due to the immense force ejected from the thunderclap and into its face, before turning its brain along with the rest of its intestines to mush.

Then his world faded to black.

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Chapter 2 done.

Hopefully this was written a bit better than last time.

I also wanted to ask if you want me to have him explore America a bit more or to have him enter a mage association for a bit. The mage association would be the Wizards of Oz from the Slash/Dog Light Novel.

Thanks for reading and leave suggestions below.