//------------------------------// // Found // Story: Perspectives // by Polarity //------------------------------// 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.