3 June 2012
I really like the character in 'The Chase' and my head is buzzing with ideas of where his story will go so I hope you will join me :) ________
I curl up against the pebble dashed wall and sob. I feel so guilty. Not really because of what I have just done, but because I enjoyed it so much. The ecstasy still courses through my bulging veins and it thrills me. Every nerve in body pulses to a rocking beat, yet the guilt of my shredded humanity fights to maintain a presence.
For the first time in weeks I am strong and completely satisfied. Eating random animals might keep me alive but who am I kidding? I can not and should not deny what I have become. There is plenty of scum in this world to feed upon, even more so since the changes. Its kill or be killed.
I look at the remains of what was my hunter, the gnawed bones that once held this sack of shit together. My face is caked and my hair matted with gore.
I will survive.
I am evolution.
My mother gave birth to me twice, the second time only a few months ago. I like to think she believed this change a blessing rather than a curse and who am I to dishonour her?
That was before we were discovered and hunted to virtual extinction. I do not honestly know how we began or what numbers we were, but after a few stray new-borns were consumed by greed and lust the public were forced to acknowledge our existence. They were afraid and did what humans do best, destroy. It was quick and brutal.
That was when I started running, I left my mother screaming as she burned.
I will run no more. I am standing tall. I will find and create companions, but I will learn from the mistakes of my family.
My thoughts are disturbed my something being knocked over nearby.
I look up and see the second of my pursuers catch up. Before he can register our eye contact I jump. God this feels good. The world flies by in a blur as I land in front of the out of breath hunter.
I am not hungry, but I am angry. I stand over him and allow him enough time to utter a small prayer, then I slam my hands against his ears. I hear bone splinter, feel warm blood and brains escape from his destroyed skull.
I deny my guilt. I am not human. I am better.
I will not run.
But I will hide.
For now.
CHASED • Opuss № I