The Skinwalkers

"John. Hey, John!"

"Ah! I'm awake!" he said as his eyes shot open.

"Ha! As if!" Lana said then crawled over to him on the bed and laid down on top of him. She kissed him deeply while running her fingers through his hair then just stared into his eyes with a lovestruck smile.

"Good morning, honey," she said.

"Good morning, babe," he replied, "But what's the rush?" His girlfriend held up his cellphone which she had put on mute.

"It's for you," she said.

"Hello?" he asked after taking the phone from her.

"John Doe?"

"Yeah, that's me," he said. Lana smiled mischievously and stuck her tongue in her cheek, pantomiming a blowjob. John shook his head at her and mouthed, "no."

"Lieutenant, I'm Staff Sargent Clark Hedstrom, I'm just the messenger to inform you that you're being pulled out of reserve into active duty."

"What?" John asked as his girlfriend reached for his growing morning wood and he tried in vain to swat her hands away.

"I said-"

"Yeah I heard you!" he said then covered up the speaker and turned to Lana, "Fine but be quiet!"

"Why am I being pulled out of reserve?" he asked. Lana had just fished his dick out of his pants but when she heard the question, she frowned. John laid his hand on her head and pulled her down toward his erection, forcing his hard dick between her lips.

"I don't know that sir, I'm just the messenger," the Staff Sargent said with disinterest.

"Well I'd like to hear it from somebody ABOVE ME in the chain of command, Staff Sargent!"

"Lieutenant, your orders are to report to-"

"NO NO NO!" John said, "Get me somebody above me in the chain of command to verify that, Staff Sargent."

"One moment," the other man said then the line went on hold. Lana rolled her eyes along with him as they waited with his cock in her mouth. Lana wasn't an expert at fellatio, but what she lacked in skill she made up for with enthusiasm. She was the first girl he'd been with who seemed to enjoy blowjobs almost as much as he did. The best way he could describe their sex life was healthy and happy if pretty vanilla. This was as adventurous and kinky as they got, having sex while on the phone, but they loved each other enough that they didn't need anything more.

Finally somebody picked up the phone again and his dick was starting to twitch in her mouth. He tried to hold it as long as he could, hoping to last until the end of the phone call.

"Hello, John."

"Colonel Sindel, sir!" John almost saluted on pure instinct although the man wasn't in the room.

"John, are you trying to irritate me?"

"No, sir!" John stammered.

"Then why was I dragged over here to talk to you?" the colonel asked.

"Because I don't take orders from somebody below me in the chain of command, sir," John stifled a moan as Lana ran her tongue around his cockhead.

"Well I'm ordering you to stop fuckin' your girlfriend, get your ass out of bed, and report to JBLM by 0900!" the colonel shouted through the phone.

"Yessir," John coughed and clenched his legs as he felt himself about to climax. Lana could sense it too and she went faster and faster to make him cum as soon as possible.

"I said stop fuckin' your girlfriend, Lieutenant!" Colonel Sindel roared and John bit his tongue to keep from screaming as he shot his load down Lana's throat.

"Sir yes sir!" John huffed as the colonel slammed the phone down on his end. John sighed and fell backwards in bed as Lana rolled over and did the same. He looked over at her with pure satisfaction and she smiled showing him her mouth full of his sticky cum. Finally she gulped it down and stuck out her tongue to show him with a giggle.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she replied and kissed him on the cheek. However her frown returned after that and she rested her cheek in her hand.

"They're sending you away aren't they?" she asked.

"Probably," he said.

"Don't be gone too long, soldier," she said and they both rolled out of bed.

That was the last day we were together before I was sent to Canada, John thought as he recalled the memory.

"John!"

"Lana?" he asked.

"John, wake up!"

Kristen slapped him in the face and he tried to sit up, but he didn't get far. He was trapped under a heavy piece of metal, and it was starting to get very, very hot. He blinked and looked over to his left where a roaring fire was building, threatening to engulf the wreckage of the helicopter.

"Holy shit!" he said and tried to push the beam off of his chest.

"On three!" Kristen said.

"THREE!" John screamed through a sudden adrenaline surge and pushed the beam away allowing him to crawl out of the cockpit.

"Are you alright?" he asked once he was solid ground.

"That's the first thing on your mind?" Kristen asked as the desert was suddenly filled with howling coyotes.

"We're in trouble!" Kristen said as she drew her pistol. John had a concussion, although he didn't know that, and was having trouble thinking clearly. He could see just fine though. Three big dogs circled the helicopter just beyond the firelight, then suddenly they seemed to turn into amorphous masses of shadow and smoke and they were replaced by three vaguely humanoid... creatures.

"We're in big trouble!" Kristen said and fired on the closest one. The being didn't even seem to notice and it stalked closer toward them.

"What are they? Werewolves?" John asked.

"Skinwalkers!" Kristen said as the monster walked into the light. They resembled a very old man, except it had red eyes and very sharp canine teeth. The other two approached from opposite directions, and John spotted three other coyotes circling them further out.

Instinctively, John's hand reached for a gun at his hip, but there was only the axe Emura had given him. What did she say about the axe?

Kristen fired two more shots at the closest skinwalker which didn't even make it flinch and charged them while snarling like a rabid dog.

The axe!

John yanked the axe from the leather sheathe and raised it over his head. As soon as the skinwalker was within arm's length, he screamed (more from terror than bravado) and swung the weapon down. Where the bullets shattered against its skin, the axe cleaved its arm in two like there wasn't even bone in there. The monster screamed in pain, clutching its bloody stump and John finished it with a blow right to the forehead which split its skull in two. The skinwalker fell at his feet and he kicked it away as a second lunged at him. Even with the axe, they were hopelessly outnumbered, and he didn't even have enough time to swing at this one.

He didn't need to. No sooner did it try to snap at him when it's exploded from behind followed by the sound of a distant gunshot.

"White ash," someone said over his headset.

"Thanks Jean!" Kristen said.

"John Doe, was it?" the sniper asked, "I'm Jean Paul. I can see you. Do exactly as I say and I can lead you out of there. First, run to your left."

John nodded in response and grabbed Kristen's hand. A third skinwalker lunged at him from behind but Jean took care of that one too.

"Be careful, the ground is rocky up ahead," Jean said, "If you keep to the right you'll stay on relatively flat ground." Just then a skinwalker jumped from the hillside above and plummeted towards them. It landed on Kristen knocking her off her feet. She screamed as she tried to wrestle the monstrous canine off of her, but then John beheaded it in one motion, its blood spraying Kristen in the face. He helped her to her feet and they kept running.

"I can't see a thing!" John shouted into his headset.

"That's why you need to listen to me," Jean said after he shot at another skinwalker, "There's a switchback ahead, turn hard right."

Together with Jean's guidance, they ran and fought their way down the mountainside until they were on level ground again. The Latran facility and the jeeps were dead ahead of them only three hundred yards.

"We're gonna make it!" Kristen said.

"Great work! You're nearly- INCOMING ON YOUR LEFT!"

John looked left and behind him just in time to get knocked off his feet by the giant coyote. He tumbled through the air and rolled when he hit the ground, hitting cacti and rocks when he landed. When he tried to stand up, he screamed in pain as his ankle gave out, and he fell to his hands and knees. As he tried in vain to catch his breath, he felt heavy footsteps behind him.

"You're not welcome here, white man," Coyote growled.

"It was... just... a job shadow..." John said.

"Do you not serve the serpent?" Coyote asked.

"Serpent?" John asked as he watched the facility explode in a massive ball of fire.