I have hunted people
People have hunted me
People make excuses
To help them sleep at night
‘He deserved it’
‘I had no other choice’
‘I never thought of her as my daughter’
‘They ruined my life’
But me,
I don't make excuses
I don't even think I'm human
I thrive on the hunt
I accept who I am
I place fear
Where there was once hope
A tremble
In a steady hand
I am a nightmare
Dressed as innocence
You never see me coming
Because there is only one way
To identify me...
I heard the screams
They filled my ears
Whaling as they
Took their last breath
I run around
The cold metal desk
Gripping onto the edge
To keep my legs
From giving in
I stumble and
Am forced to the ground
The scent of copper
Fills my lungs
My eyes begin to adjust
And the body comes into view
A shrill tries to escape
So I cover my mouth
My mud caked hand
Rises the bile in my throat
But I must stay quiet
The screams seem
To have ceased
The hallow footsteps
Echo in my brain
The two-inch lift of the desk
My only salvation
The door creaks
As the knob slowly turns
My whimpers rise
And die in my throat
My eyes let out a tear
As the fear consumes me
Then I see them
The dark purple boots
I know the legend is true
And I am going to die...
I can smell the fear
Such a sweet scent
To come from something
So weak and pathetic
People say I hunt the innocent
But who is really innocent
Everyone has secrets
Things that no one knows
Except me
Some call it a gift
Some call it a curse
I call it a responsibility
The stories about me
May be true
I may have no soul
But I still have
My responsibility
The small sound
Of tears hitting the concrete
Brings me back to reality
Hiding never works
I lift the desk easily
Tossing it aside, with one hand
He is curled into
A trembling ball
With his eyes closed
Hoping, praying
This will save him
Me, I don't believe in hope
He begins to open his eyes
I smile
His face contorts
I see this happen
All the time
The fear turns into confusion
My smile fades
My brow furrows
"It can't be you" he says
I no longer ask why
To be honest, I don't care
I reach into his mind
"I know your secret" I reply
As I find the nerve I need
It's so simple,
Like breathing
His body becomes pale
Then is ripped apart
Wiping off my face I grimace
"Those were my favorite shoes"
I will have to replace
Yet another pair of
Dark purple boots
I take out my notebook
Scratch his name
Off my list,
Walk away to find the next one...
- I have decided to try writing a tale in which goes back and forth between the hunter and the hunted. Hope you enjoy. -
