I watched silently from the trees above, not moving a muscle. You looked around wildly, eyes wide with fear. I grinned, and felt the adrenaline rush through me. This was what I had been trained for. The chase, the hunt, the kill.
“I—Please don’t hurt me,” you begged. It seemed that all your strength had gone, and I was almost disappointed. What fun would this be now? My leg slipped, and I gasped as the roughness of the tree cut my leg. Stupid me. I knew better than to relax! You turned your head towards me, searching through the branches for my still form. You bit your lip and scrunched up your face. You looked so scared and small, not at all like the girl I had been pursuing for the last few months. I couldn’t help but think that maybe all the braveness was an act for your little boyfriend. Whatever it was, it had kept you alive. Until now. You broke your gaze from the trees and ventured deeper into the woods. You knew what was coming. Did you think you could prevent it?
“Can we just talk this out?” You pleaded once more. I swiftly climbed down the tree. Years of training and practice kicked in, and I went into Hunt Mode. You never suspected it. I was on you in a matter of moment, knife against your throat. You were never good at keeping your feelings inside, I had noticed that. Now your face was filled with absolute terror, and it almost looked as if you were about to cry.
“What were you thinking?” I asked scornfully. “You knew where this would lead. Didn’t you?” You kept your mouth shut. “Well, didn’t you?” You took a deep breath.
“What would you have done? Would you have let them just take away your family, your home, your life! I had to fight,” I realized that I would have done the same thing as you. The only difference between us was that I had no family or home to fight for.
“Well, it doesn’t matter anymore,” I said scornfully. “They’re all gone anyway. It’s just you and Peter,” I spit his name out, as if it were poison on my tongue. I didn’t need him. I never did. I was a fool to let myself think otherwise. I pushed the knife a bit harder against your throat. “And soon poor little Petey will be all by himself,” I growled. You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact. I didn’t know if I had the guts to do this. I knew I had to though. I had to. The next thing I knew I was thrown off you. I scrambled for the knife, but it was too late. The advantages were flipped now. You pushed your knee hard into my chest, knocking the wind out of me. In your eyes was so much hate. I didn’t know it was possible to hold that much inside a person!
“I’m not going to let you take away my life. At least, not any more of it.” You reached over and grabbed my knife. I had no way to defend myself. You raise it high above your head in both hands. I close my eyes. I realized that this is what you must have felt like moments earlier. Then all of a sudden you were gone. I sat up, panting, and watched your retreating form. You weren’t running, but rather walking quietly away from me, as if daring me to come after you.
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