PREFACE:
A man stood next to a tree, aiming through a rifle. He was in a secluded area in Washington, hunting; it was just off of his private grounds. He wore a bright orange vest, as did his 2 comrades.
BANG! His gun sounded, as he took his shot.
He ran to where the elk fell, his friends on his heels.
As they approached the elk, they saw that it had a rack; he only had a license to kill a mule.
"Well," the man said with a sigh, "let's get it up to the truck."
His friends stared at him incredulously. "You'll get in trouble with the game warden."
Suddenly, the elk's foot twitched.
It jumped up and ran.
The man stated after it for a moment, before he too jumped to his feet and began to dart after it.
"Where are you going, Charlie?!?" His friends called.
"It's going to die sooner or later," Charlie replied, "I'm not just going to leave it in pain."
Charlie followed the trail of hoof prints and patches of fur until he came to a small pond.
Thirsty, he cupped some in his hands, and was about to have a drink, when suddenly, he saw blood dripping into it.
Startled and disgusted, he dropped the water, and turned to see what was dripping.
There, in the tree, hung the elk. It had been shot, but in the head, not the shoulder, as his shot had been.
In his peripheral vision, he saw soldiers-their uniforms gray- definitely not from this time period, he could tell, as their styles were different- and then they flashed away. They flashed back, and charged towards him, their bayonets ready.
What do you think? Kinda boring right now, but don't worry, it gets better!! Updates will be sporadic, as my computer often will not allow me to update, but I'll try for every week or every other week….
What did you think of the hunting scene?? I've never actually been hunting, so I had NO IDEA what to write, but it gave me a way to lose a character…
-Whitezcar/Beverley