The Hunter’s Prey

This pasta is written for the Christmas Writing Competition. Enjoy the story and Merry Christmas.

The Run
Running and dodging, the man still won’t let me go. I’ve been repeating these actions for dozen times, and yet he’s still chasing me. I could’ve live a happy life; I could’ve live happily on this snowy Christmas Day, but this man, he wants me dead, for no reason. I hate this, I hate this situation, I hate the sword he is holding in his hand. It’s so bloody and sharp.

Through the trees, I notice more of my friends getting killed by them. I feel sorry for my friends, though they might be in a better place now. My family we’re all dead, probably with my friends too. I’m the only one here surviving. This is our fate, this is our life.

I run pass a house, seeing the family inside having dinner, eating chicken, drinking milk, talking to each other happily beside a tree. How can they have all the goods, while me and my family have to suffer? How can they be enjoying themselves below the tree of happiness, while I have to run pass many useless logs?

All of a sudden, I feel pain rip through my body. The man got me! He’s going to eat me with the others, just like what happened to everyone who met him! I let out a scream, but he didn’t stop. I let out another, and another, until I can barely see the white smoke coming out from my body...

(Killer’s P.O.V)

This meat was harder to catch than the others! How could it run so fast? Anyways, got to bring it home, and eat it with my family under the Christmas Tree! Ah...what a lovely day for a plate of pork...