Hunger. The desire to feed. The urge to tear, and rip, and sink my teeth into them. This feeling is within me, and I know it well. It drives me to fight for what is rightfully mine. And I always win. I always bathe in the gore, celebrating my victory with a drink from their core.
Deep within myself, I can also feel something stir. Something distant, almost foreign, to my craving. I feel as if I've felt it before. But that's impossible. The unending lust for what lies within... It's always been there.
Hasn't it?
As the days pass, hours of dampened sunlight and extensive lurking came and went. At night, the shaded moon would rise, and I would be free. During the light of day, my mind slowed to a crawl and I was forced to take shelter. Otherwise, the Common would attempt to overthrow me. At night, however, they stayed within their boundaries and did not bother me. They knew what I was.
What I had become.
What had I become?
I didn't know what I looked like. Some hazy memories have unfurled in my brain of a person, perhaps me, with shaggy brown hair and warm hazel eyes. Me, the person, he always wore a darkened sweater with cargo pants. Wasn't that what I wore? I could feel the fabric of the clothes between my dirty fingers, but it felt so abnormal under my touch, almost as if it didn't belong.
But what if it wasn't the clothing that didn't belong?
What if it was me?
My mind has been so blurred and disoriented. I felt like an alien trapped in someone's body. Did I truly deserve to stay, and with a purpose?
But wait.
Where were these thoughts coming from?
Why was I feeling so... Different?
What had I become?
I smell it, coming from below my perch on the rusting fire escape ladder hanging limply against the side of the crude apartment building I currently sat inside, waiting. The auroma was intoxicating. My eyelids fluttered closed for just a few seconds, a low growl of satisfaction escaping my lips. Oh, how sweet the taste would be when I bite down, deep...
Silently I left my shadowed corner, manuvering through the standard one-room apartment with ease. Careful not to make a sound, I slipped out of the broken window and crouched down on the balcony outside. The serene moonlight glowed down on the alley and its inhabitants, completely oblivious to the surrounding horror waiting to occur.
As I climbed the balcony so I could see the alleyway better, the realization of what was happening hit me.
There was nothing here.
I had been fooled by my own mind.
I shrieked with madness, enraged that I could succumb to a few fantasy dreams of the one thing I needed, in order to survive. How could I have been such a fool?
In the distance, a lone roll of echoing thunder answered my piercing cry. I was truly alone...
What happened to me?
How could I have become this?
Creature of the night...
What is this creature I have become?
AN: Three in the morning is a glorious time... I love the Hunter. I wrote this after playing Versus for about two hours (and the Hunter several times). I was looking for just a brief explanation of the Hunter, but I think I got more of a macabre thought process... Either way, I hope you enjoy it. Goosebumps just add to my delight. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead/Left 4 Dead 2.