It irritated him.
The way they ran. Why couldn't they just face it, why couldn't they be strong?
It irritated him that he was compelled to chase. Every muscle and tendon in his body hurtling him into the hunt.
It wasn't as though they could get away, so why not be brave with the few moments they had left? They were so weak.
This one was particularly vile. The man had blubbered, actually blubbered, begging and snorting with fear. When he leaned over the man the stench of it was so strong it shoved up his nostrils and made him jerk his head back. Fear was his bane. He craved that scent. He thrived on it. He hated it.
The man wasn't conscious by the time he shredded him open from throat to stomach, he had fainted.
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"God jessuswow!" She grunted as she hoisted her grocery bags into the back of the car. Who knew lettuce and some cans of black beans could weigh so much? She stood for a minute, feeling her heart speeding then slowing against her ribs. The cancer may have been knocked back for a time but it had done its damage. Lifting even light things for a prolonged period was like running a marathon.
Shutting the back she walked gingerly around the vehicle and climbed in. The autumn air was biting and she shoved her hands under her legs while the car warmed up.
The ringing of her mobile phone gave her a start and she scrambled to find it in the disaster that was her purse.
"Hello?"
"Beth its Janet. We're going to need you to come into work a three hours earlier today, can you manage that?" The voice of her office supervisor wasn't an entirely welcome sound in her ear.
"Well I have some groceries I'll need to run home. I'll get there as soon as I can."
"Great, fantastic." Click.
"You're so welcome," Beth said into the disconnected line.
So much for her semi-relaxed day. She put the car in drive and started back to her home.