Hunting

Chapter 1

EZEKIEL'S POV

Everything began like a regular day of june. At least,a regular day of june for someone who's homeschooled and work in a farm. Everything regular,until i saw something strange in the woods. You know,when i have some free time,i like to walk around in the woods. Anyway,while i was walking,i noticed something reddish on the ground,coming from a small cave. It was blood,there was no doubt about it. Inside the cave,there was a dead hare. I almost fell on my ass when i saw it. The hare was been completely guttered,with some pieces of him on the cave walls;even creepier,whatever did this didn't even ate a piece of that hare. My sixth sense was telling me that whatever did this wasn't an animal.

There was an old abandoned house in the woods;it was rotten and smelled like poop,with broken windows and an old cranky walls. Basically,a scary house,scary enough to make a children piss in his pants. As far as i knew,sometimes,groups of deranged people went there. They needed some private space for practicing their unclean actions. I never liked that,the majority of those people were dirty in their soul and mind. Luckily for me,at that hour of the day those punks didn't had the courage to go there;so,as you can imagine,i decided to go inside the house. The house was as repulsive as usual(it wasn't the first time that i went there);things seemed to be as usual,with the exception of that disgusting smell. The smell was coming from upstairs;i decided to go upstairs. The smell was coming from an old wardrobe. When i opened it,a dead body fell on the ground.


Still shaking,i was in my house,seated on the couch while drinking a cup of tea. Despite all my efforts,the image of that corpse was still haunting my mind. Trembling,i just wanted to find myself in a safe and comfortable place. Usually,my home was a place like that,but the cops that were wandering around,trying to found some clues were making my house a chaotic place. Finally,after various minutes that seemed an eternity,the majority of the cops,with the exception of one of them,got out from my house. He was a detective,and he wanted to knew as much detail as he could about what happened. Despite the fact that i didn't want to experience this memory,i told him about what happened and how i found the corpse of that man.

"This morning,i found a dead hare in a small cave. Judging by the wounds,i deduced that a human did killed it. So,i decided to check if some punks was hanging around at the old house. When i understood that nobody was in there,i decided to step in and see if something wasn't right. I would had never imagined that i would had found...sorry,but i can't do it"i let the cup of tea fell on the ground;tears started to flow from my eyes"how can someone do something like that?Cutting someone throat without remorse." That whole situation was too crazy for me. When the detective finally got out,i ran into my bedroom. There,i got into my bed and i tried to sleep;nightmares transformed that experience into a torture.


That was too crazy,it was too scary and fucked up for me. Initially i had doubt,but then i was sure about it. Someone was watching me. Not some random stranger,he was him,he was the killer,watching me from the distance. He was waiting for his revenge,i was sure about it. He was trying to making me mad in the process,and he was managing to do that;he was toying with me,enjoying every seconds of fear,enjoying my agony. My sufferance was his manna,my descent into madness his favourite spectacle. For one week the killer watched me;he appeared and disappeared like a light in the night. Those bastard was driving me mad;maybe he was trying to make me look like the crazy one? Maybe,this would had saved him from the police,or maybe he was his way of having fun.

Finally,i decided;i will had to do it myself. The cops were useless,since they didn't managed to spot him for all this time. My parents would had think that i was crazy,they were already worried enough about my mental wellness. So,it was decided. I would had killed those bastard with my own hands. I took the handgun that my father keeps under his bed;soon,the handgun would had fired once again. Just for being sure,i took one of the butchering knife that my family use for cutting raw meat. The thought of using that knife on the killer was giving me a perverted happiness. That night of june,when my parents were asleep,when the killer usually showed up,i sneaked out from my house and i headed to the woods. The night was dark and scary sound were in the air. The hunt began.

Chapter 1 end