The Hunter, A Tale of Insanity - Chapter 1
Yes, the title probably sucks, but I couldn't think of anything better at the time. This story is quite different from others. One could say it's about werewolves, the way we remember them. But really it circles around how Insanity can make a killer out of anyone.
Being seen as a monster, is not something I ever wanted. Before the change happened, I was a good girl. Sweet, honest, and polite. The only enemies I had were the kids who were consumed with jealousy. But on that dreaded night I knew would come for me months in advance came, I changed more than just the outside. The heart I once had festered into a dark twisted irreversible state. However, not all of my kind are like me. I think it's just fate's cruel way of saying that it controls me. I can see it right at this moment. Fate's course. Drilled into this man's eyes. Increasing every time he looks back at me, and he begins to walk faster. I can smell his awareness radiating from his skin.
He knows just as much as I do. Tonight will be his last. The faint stain of my previous life, leaves me hoping he said goodbye to his daughter, and kissed his wife before he left. Maybe she would think her dear husband died with only her in his heart. Then she would have a chance to live a happy life with her daughter. With any luck, she didn't know that her husband's late night work trips were actually trips to screw miss coffee shop manager. This man deserved to die for his actions. With that small amount of information, I felt less like a monster for eliminating such a dreadful man.
His pace quickens, and start into a sprint to get this over with. As is expected his mouth opens to scream, but there isn't any time for a single noise to escape his lips. My chest is pressed up against his back, my hand tightly covering his mouth and the other gently tracing the lines on his quivering neck. "Do you know what you desire?" I whisper into his ear, and he slightly jumps beneath my grip. He nods his head, but I don't let him speak. "You don't know me, but I've been watching you. Every time you moaned the other woman's name. Every time you picked sex over your daughter's bedtime story. Did you know?" I wait for a response but know perfectly well it doesn't matter. "Unfaithfulness kills." I slowly drag my finer nail into the flesh of his neck, severing major arteries in one movement. I take this time to listen to my slow dying victim, drowning in his own blood. I smile heartlessly as I let his body fall to the ground, and begin to feed on his flesh.
I don't even take a moment to transform, it's all too easy, even with my pathetic dull human teeth. After my meal I stand, turn calmly, wipe the blood off my chin and walk down the dimly lit street. Crouching instinctively, while my body painfully takes change and I'm now on all fours. Senses adjusting quickly to something far more acute. That's when I hear it. The soft murmur of another heart thumping hard. I swerve my head to the side my keen eyes swiftly pick out the short figure in the darkness. I could see in her mind, a gift I appreciated greatly until this moment. Her most recent memories are of me covered in a man's blood, her father's. Next to that is more blood, but that of her mother's. Her mother in fact did find out about her husband's dirty deeds. Although I don't know how she did through this child's mind, I do know what she did to relieved the pain of her cheating spouse.
She took a knife to her wrists, with her daughter in the next room quietly finishing her bed time snack. In a matter of seconds her blood covered the bathroom floor. She came to find her dad for help. The images burn into my mind, and a close my eyes briefly. When I open them again the girl still stands, silently, her eyes fixated on the mess of blood on the street. I think of killing her too. Putting her out of her misery, but I shake the idea out of my head. Instead I turn my back on her, and continue on my way. Perhaps it was the more selfish thing to do, but she was young and could still find happiness beyond this event. For the sake of my own impure soul, I'll make a promise for my actions. I would come back for the girl if she was the walking dead from this, for more than necessary.
In the back of my mind something stung. Like a warning for me and possibly many others. So I stopped again, but this time didn't look back. I considered the anger I went through, and the blackness that clouded my heart when my life was ruined, with this curse I learned to live with. The girl might endure the same as I did. I could still picture her frail body, standing without a sound, her long dark hair tangled and hanging in front of her bewildered eyes. I couldn't even smell the slightest chance that she might have the same gene as I did, the other wolves could detect this but humans could not. Not threatening in the least. We were the most terrifying and dangerous thing this world had to offer, so if she wasn't one of us, then she wasn't going to be a problem.
absent-mindedly I had started to run through the forest, tree branches whipping my face, with hard impact, but not fazing me. The wind bristled my silver fur, as I picked up speed, the muscles in my legs working hard but never tiring. The woods I called home, just next to the small village we terrorize, is filled with tall deciduous trees. With absolute power in my lower legs I jump high. Clutching an Oak's mighty branches with my claws and climb nearly to the top. The air seems cleaner where the moon is clearly visible. I through my head back and howl, letting all the villagers and animals of the wood that I have killed tonight.
He knows just as much as I do. Tonight will be his last. The faint stain of my previous life, leaves me hoping he said goodbye to his daughter, and kissed his wife before he left. Maybe she would think her dear husband died with only her in his heart. Then she would have a chance to live a happy life with her daughter. With any luck, she didn't know that her husband's late night work trips were actually trips to screw miss coffee shop manager. This man deserved to die for his actions. With that small amount of information, I felt less like a monster for eliminating such a dreadful man.
His pace quickens, and start into a sprint to get this over with. As is expected his mouth opens to scream, but there isn't any time for a single noise to escape his lips. My chest is pressed up against his back, my hand tightly covering his mouth and the other gently tracing the lines on his quivering neck. "Do you know what you desire?" I whisper into his ear, and he slightly jumps beneath my grip. He nods his head, but I don't let him speak. "You don't know me, but I've been watching you. Every time you moaned the other woman's name. Every time you picked sex over your daughter's bedtime story. Did you know?" I wait for a response but know perfectly well it doesn't matter. "Unfaithfulness kills." I slowly drag my finer nail into the flesh of his neck, severing major arteries in one movement. I take this time to listen to my slow dying victim, drowning in his own blood. I smile heartlessly as I let his body fall to the ground, and begin to feed on his flesh.
I don't even take a moment to transform, it's all too easy, even with my pathetic dull human teeth. After my meal I stand, turn calmly, wipe the blood off my chin and walk down the dimly lit street. Crouching instinctively, while my body painfully takes change and I'm now on all fours. Senses adjusting quickly to something far more acute. That's when I hear it. The soft murmur of another heart thumping hard. I swerve my head to the side my keen eyes swiftly pick out the short figure in the darkness. I could see in her mind, a gift I appreciated greatly until this moment. Her most recent memories are of me covered in a man's blood, her father's. Next to that is more blood, but that of her mother's. Her mother in fact did find out about her husband's dirty deeds. Although I don't know how she did through this child's mind, I do know what she did to relieved the pain of her cheating spouse.
She took a knife to her wrists, with her daughter in the next room quietly finishing her bed time snack. In a matter of seconds her blood covered the bathroom floor. She came to find her dad for help. The images burn into my mind, and a close my eyes briefly. When I open them again the girl still stands, silently, her eyes fixated on the mess of blood on the street. I think of killing her too. Putting her out of her misery, but I shake the idea out of my head. Instead I turn my back on her, and continue on my way. Perhaps it was the more selfish thing to do, but she was young and could still find happiness beyond this event. For the sake of my own impure soul, I'll make a promise for my actions. I would come back for the girl if she was the walking dead from this, for more than necessary.
In the back of my mind something stung. Like a warning for me and possibly many others. So I stopped again, but this time didn't look back. I considered the anger I went through, and the blackness that clouded my heart when my life was ruined, with this curse I learned to live with. The girl might endure the same as I did. I could still picture her frail body, standing without a sound, her long dark hair tangled and hanging in front of her bewildered eyes. I couldn't even smell the slightest chance that she might have the same gene as I did, the other wolves could detect this but humans could not. Not threatening in the least. We were the most terrifying and dangerous thing this world had to offer, so if she wasn't one of us, then she wasn't going to be a problem.
absent-mindedly I had started to run through the forest, tree branches whipping my face, with hard impact, but not fazing me. The wind bristled my silver fur, as I picked up speed, the muscles in my legs working hard but never tiring. The woods I called home, just next to the small village we terrorize, is filled with tall deciduous trees. With absolute power in my lower legs I jump high. Clutching an Oak's mighty branches with my claws and climb nearly to the top. The air seems cleaner where the moon is clearly visible. I through my head back and howl, letting all the villagers and animals of the wood that I have killed tonight.
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