The wind blew furiously
over the tall grasses that covered the vast plains. The sky was covered by dark clouds that flew
swiftly through the air, heading south towards the sea. You could see it coming, a massive black wall
that came closer and closer, faster and faster.
It was a huge wall of rain pouring from the heavens, drenching
everything it touched.
The young man stood in the middle of the field watching
as the sheet of water rushed towards him.
He watched it, only his eyes moving from side to side. His body was motionless, completely still and
standing straight up. His muscles tensed
as the rain swept upon him and washed over him.
It was cold as ice and stung his bare skin. He was completely naked save for a small loin
cloth he wore around his waist, covering his privates. He began to shiver as the wet sank into his
skin and seemed to chill his very bones.
He simply stood there, in the middle of the field, wind and rain
swirling and rushing around him. Then
came the flashes of light, and then the booms of thunder. The lightning lit up the field around
him. He looked towards a large clump of
trees to his right. He saw it, the
outline of a great beast. It was there
for a second then it was gone. Then the
lightning flashed again, and was followed by a boom. In the brief illumination of the clump of
trees, there was only revealed empty space.
Further along the field though, closer to where he stood, was the large
beast. Hulking towards him like a great
hairy hand, but with more than five fingers…eight fingers, it came closer and
closer. Then it was gone. He was surrounded by darkness again. He continued to look at the spot where he saw
the thing last. He heard an odd clicking
noise. He couldn’t move, wouldn’t
move. Then the lightning flashed
again. He was face to face with the
beast, staring into its many eyes. Its
fangs clicked hungrily at him. He could
move now, fear had taken hold and adrenaline was setting in. He stumbled backward. He tripped over a log and fell. The beast picked him up by its mouth. He kicked it in the face. It released him. He stood up and began running as fast as he
could away from the awful creature. He
foot was badly injured. He could feel
the blood pouring from it and every step was filled with agony. He ran as fast as he could. He looked behind him as the lightning
flashed. The creature was gone.
He continued to run forward. He was running in the direction the wind was
blowing, the direction he knew the small cave was. The cave was his only hope. He could fit in it, but the hairy monster
could not. There he would be safe. He ran through the tall grasses and as he ran
by a bush his loincloth was torn off.
Now he was completely naked. He
was bare from head to toe. He ran through
the wet, cold rain, freezing and starting to feel weak as he lost more and more
blood.
The cave was somewhere close by. He was sure that it was up ahead
somewhere. As he ran though, the
creatures came running out of nowhere and pounced upon him. He felt a sticky substance hit his arm. He pulled back and continued running. He only ran about twenty more feet when the
beast was upon him once more. He grabbed
a sharp rock the ground and began slashing at the monster with it. No matter how many times he waved the rock he
did not hit the beast. It picked him up
again by the same foot it had before, and finished the job by pinching it clean
off. As he fell he lashed out with the
rock once more. This time the sharp edge
made contact with one of the creature’s legs.
He felt the creature’s blood spray onto his arm and hand. He stumbled back onto his one foot, and began
to hop as fast as he could. The creature
followed him still, more slowly due to its injured leg, but followed him all
the same.
It was gaining on him.
He knew he would not make it back to the fort. The wind grew stronger and began to howl
loudly in his ear, sounding like a wounded beast moaning in pain. He let out a yell of frustration and
collapsed on the ground. He looked
up. In the distance he could see the
night lights from the fort. He reached
out with his hand and muttered an inaudible sentence then went limp.
The creatures crawled up to him and stood over him. It began poking and nudging him with its
legs. He did not move at all. The hairy monster picked him up carefully and
turned to bring him back to its nest in the large group of trees. As the beast walked slowly back to home the
man drew a knife, seemingly out of nowhere, and thrust it into the creatures
head. The creature let out a terrible
screech as blood dripped from its flesh wound.
The man let out a victory yell that could be heard over the howling
wind, the pouring rain, and even over the deafening claps of thunder.
The beast dropped him on the ground and then collapsed
next to him. He brought the knife up
into the air, where he held it for a mere second, then brought it down into the
monster’s head once more, making sure that it was really dead. Then he grabbed one of the legs and hoisted
it over his shoulder. He began dragging
the beast back towards the fort. He
limped on his one leg. Though he was
losing blood fast, he knew he could make it back before it was too late.
In order to be a good hunter, sacrifices needed to be
taken. Let the prey think you are
beaten, wounded, left for dead. When the
prey thinks they have overcome you and are safe, then you strike. If this means losing a limb or two, so be it.
Anything to catch the perfect kill right?
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