- Black gives way to light.
- Pain blossoms in my body.
- But mainly in my head.
- My body groans.
- It's low and full of pain.
- How could I have done that.
- snap
- My eyes flash open.
- Light floods my vision.
- Quickly faded.
- Something is watching me.
- snap
- It is close.
- snap
- Getting closer.
- I won't be afraid this time.
- snap.
- No fear.
- snap
- What comes, will come.
- snap
- My strength has been gather.
- snap
- Pain, shunted aside.
- snap
- Now.
- HEEEAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGG
- My throat is hoarse from the bellow.
- But it did what I wanted.
- It froze the thing.
- Time enough to stand, quickly leaping to my feet.
- Almost passing out from my head wound.
- I spin around, the forest whirls.
- But there it is.
- It's already turning around.
- Getting ready to run.
- I can't let it get away.
- But, my head won't stop spinning.
- I lurch in it's direction.
- My eyes are crossed, but I see enough to know it's turned back to get a glimpse at me.
- What it saw must have not been pretty, because it makes a sound, like a whimper.
- I think it's afraid.
- But I'm not.
- I see it's figure retreating off into the distance.
- Either it runs really really weirdly, or it has four legs.
- It'd make more sense that it has four legs, considering how short it was.
- Stop thinking.
- It's getting away.
- No it's not.
- Instinct takes over my thought.
- I feel like I'm watching a movie.
- One leg in front of the other.
- Fast.
- Faster.
- Leap.
- I barely saw the log.
- Duck.
- The branch grazes my hair.
- On I feel myself go.
- Smoothly breathing.
- In
- Out.
- In
- Out.
- My thighs and calves, tense.
- Like steel.
- I'm gaining on it.
- I hear it's many footfalls.
- Thundering almost.
- My vision becomes haloed by black, or is it white?
- A tunnel forms.
- There is only my focus.
- I keep catching glimpses of it's tail.
- A dirty weathered pink.
- Out of the forest now.
- I can see it in it's full glory.
- It's like a dog.
- Its body covered is debris, and a dirty yellow.
- It must have been white once.
- It's tail and hair, a dirty pink.
- Leaves and sticks litter its hair.
- I can see it's ribs, sticking out it's sides.
- They are horizontal.
- No, diagonal.
- Disgusting, they shift with every step it's takes, sliding under the skin like parasites.
- This is no dog.
- It's a genetic anomaly.
- An albino monster.
- I was right to be afraid.
- But I need fear not, now.
- I am the hunter.
- And they prey is getting closer.
- I rocket forward, the open ground advantageous to me.
- It speeds up as well.
- But not enough.
- I'm a second from it.
- I feel myself growl, like a animal.
- Eager to eat.
- It hears me.
- It's turns it's head.
- It's eyes are giant.
- Truly, it is a monster.
- To know it was watching me sleep would make a man shudder in revulsion.
- But I see the utter terror in it's eyes.
- It knows the end of the ride is coming.
- I smile large.
- And leap.
- I land square on it.
- It never had a chance.
- In a matter of not even seconds, I have it pinned to the ground.
- Its muzzle fixed under my closed hand.
- My body resting half upon it, and half upon the ground.
- My legs intertwined in its.
- No claws on it.
- Strange.
- The thing whimpers.
- Fluids stream down it's face.
- Out of it's snout.
- Disgusting.
- I just need to know what to do with it now.
- I have two options.
- I can't tame it. So I could only let it go.
- Or.
- I can kill it.
- It would be easy.
- It's so light and frail.
- It wouldn't even be hard.
- It's runs through my mind.
- Twist.
- Snap.
- Feeling it last breath be squeezed out by my weight.
- It's heart flutter.
- And stop.
- It would make my story better if I kill it.
- Those who would hear it would feel my strength.
- I can't help but wonder how it would taste.
- I can't decide.
- I hear something grunt and feel something wrap around my neck.
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To Be Named: Chapter 7
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