Ducking Out
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Shots rang out through the overcast March sky.
Gunshot after gunshot echoed throughout the vast marsh, punctuated by frantic, scrabbling squawking and mawing and flapping. Black fireworks seemed to explode through the sky in a rippling cloud as all avian life present beat a hasty retreat.
Screaming in frustration, the hunter slapped another round into his shotgun and snapped it closed, pumping it before releasing another round into the sky. The explosions had once sounded beauteous. But today-
"GOD DAMN IT!" he screamed as the gunshot was followed by yet another duck flitting past. Its loud and garbled quacks sounded like... like... laughter. The son of a bitch was mocking him...
It had been a lean week. Nary a duck - nor fowl of any other sort - to be felled by the bellow of his shotgun. Being allergic to fish, he had been forced to subsist on bugs and plant life, and to deal with the horrible, twisting pains it wrought upon his stomach, the rippling bursts of diarrhea...
He needed to get him some eats! Some duck, god damn it! Tender, juicy, roast duck...
Snapping his attentions back to the matter at hand, he loaded yet another round into the chamber and prepped up. For another try. Ready, aim...
Nothing!
He shrieked unintelligibly. Was he losing it? Was he retarded now?! Was that it?!
Sinking to his knees, he began to sob uncontrollably.
But a sound caught his attention.. a hoarse, muffled, squealing sound... Turning around, he spotted the snickering bastard behind him.
"You," he snarled, pointing a quivering finger at the mocking dog. "How dare you... I trusted you! I TRUSTED YOU!"
The dog simply smirked. Smirked. Filthy, smug whore. Well, he knew what to do with filthy, smug whores...
Quick as a flash, another round was slammed in, and the shotgun was pointed at the still-smirking dog.
"Smile at this!" the hunter screamed, his voice cracking as he fired.
The smoke cleared...
The dog was still standing there...
Why?!
How?!
Suddenly, the dog's mocking smirk melted away into an ugly roar as he leapt forward, pinning the hunter on his back beneath his powerful front paws. Hot, foul breath washed through his nostrils seconds before the dog's jaws snapped around his throat like a bear trap, ripping it away in a glorious spray of crimson. A weak, gurgling noise escaped the hunter's body as he fought in vain to scream, to find a release from the immense pain coursing through his very bones at this moment.
His eyes widened as life flowed out of his body. The barrel of the shotgun was pointing straight at his heart now. The... the dog was holding it...?!
"Shoot the ducks," the dog growled. "Not me."
But the hunter would never shoot another duck again, as a round was fired directly into his heart. And again And again.
The dog urinated on the hunter's slowly-cooling corpse, rubbed his ass on the hunter's face a few times, and headed out into the great, big world to live...
The ducks returned to feast upon the hunter's body. Soon, he was little more than bone and fabric.
Game over!