My eyes flutter open as my brain continues to pound within my head. The world is nut a fuzzy, spiraling painting while my eyes struggle to regain the focus I had lost the night before. What is it with people and deciding that ignoring my warnings are just the hip new thing to do. Seriously. Oh well, all I can say is that those solders were stupid and really should have listened.

All of my bones ache, especially my back, and my skin is raw from the rough ground I had no doubt been rolling all over in my sleep, one that lasted who know how long. My weak arms struggle to lift me but eventually they slowly and unsteadily Raise me to my knees. A small moan of pain leaves my lips as my back protests against the simple action. It doesn't matter how many times I do this, I will never be able to take this pain like a true woman. It doesn't feel as bad in the beginning, just afterwards. It doesn't works its way up to being painful as shit. No. It just hits me like a fucking tsunami.

I look around the area, the multitude of dead bodies making themselves known to my eyes. They are red coats. The bastards. While I was out hunting for some more skins to sell, these assholes showed up and began to bug the shit out of me. It was obvious what they wanted, however, they weren't getting it. I began to walk away, but their stupid ass commander grabbed me and through me against a tree and began to undo my clothes. No matter how much I warned them that they were making a grave mistake, they ignored me, like everyone else I have killed, stupid fucktards. I don't think any of them thought that their last words would be "Monster!" or "Kill it!" Dumb asses.

God, my head hurts so bad right now. These are times that I wish that live in a town or a village. At least somewhere near a doctor, it would make things so much easier. Then again, it would complicate things more than needed. I'd probably kill so many innocent people. Its just not worth it.

Judging by the somewhat familiar forest that surrounds me, I am not that far from my hidden camp, the one that the stupid red coats found. The stupid bastards probably sent a few solders back, so now my home is compromised. I absolutely hate it when someone stumbles apon my home, whether they be friendly or a solder. If they are just innocent, I send them on their way before packing up my shit and moving camp. However, when some solders show up, things get messy and moving takes way longer. Its annoying as fuck.

My wobbly legs struggle to hold up my weak, sore and naked body as I make my way towards my camp. I have some extra clothes there for my cold body and some food for my aching stomach. However, before I can reach my pathetic excuse for a home, My stomach decides to be a bitch. I land on my knees as I hurl up any food I had eaten yesterday and a bit of blood. Great.

I use the back of my hand to wipe away the fowl substance sticking to my lips in disgust before forcing myself back to my feet and continuing on my 'journey'. It isn't long until I reach my camp site, and as soon as I'm there, my knees give out, causing me to crawl the rest of the way to my tent. I drag my huge ass camping bag out of my small tent and open it, rummaging through it to find my clothing. My hands come across the things I'm looking for and I quickly slip them on, covering my shivering body with the semi soft material.

I wrap my arms around myself for a bit, just to let myself regain some more body heat before I notice something. My feet are still naked. Damn, I must have forgotten my boots with the stupid dead solders, my bad. I sigh before I toss some dry wood into my fire pit and set them on fire. I hear some rustling in the bushes near me and I quickly slide a small knife from one of the many pockets in the cloak that hangs over my shoulders. I can see the tiny form of a hare and I throw my knife, hitting the small thing dead on, killing it instantly.

I crawl over and grab the poor hare. I don't like killing animals, but I do need food. I take one of the sharp sticks I keep by the fire and spear it through the hare. I place the speared rabbit over the fire before I push myself tom my feet and begin to walk through the forest yet again, retracing my footsteps and the smell of blood to help me find my way.

I reach the bodies quickly and quickly slip on my boots before beginning to drag the bodies of the redcoats towards a nearby river. One after the other, I toss nine of the bodies into the fast moving water. There, my tracks have been covered. The bears shall enjoy the meal I sent to them, you know, whenever it gets to them.

My sensitive ears pick up the sound of wolves, all growling as they slowly close in on my position. The overwhelming smell blood and flesh has drawn them in, just like I expected. I left one out of the ten bodies out of the river because I could hear the wolves growling and barking at each other as they followed their noses. This was their feast.

My body jerks to the side, narrowly missing the wolf that launched himself at me. His brethren joining, all six of them surrounding my in a full circle. The alpha male asserts his dominance by barring his teeth first and holding his head high. His sharp teeth glisten in the light as he takes one step forward towards me. He is the one that I shall need.

My hard gaze meets his, piercing past his angry and rough exterior, to the natural instinct that he relies on to survive. I am someone who can cause him and his pack harm, so his natural thought is to eliminate me. However, I am not going to hurt him or his pack, He just needs to realize who I am and what I'm capable of. As much as people think that wolves are mindless and do not think about what they kill, they have very good memories, its just difficult to get them to stay still long enough to remember.

My eyes never leave his as I slowly crouch down, grab the last dead solder and hold his lifeless form up to the wolves. All of their eyes look to the body, their mouths slightly watering, all but the Alpha. His eyes stay on mine. In his mind set, he mist hold dominance above all. However, I refuse to let anyone think of themselves as superior to me. I hold his gaze as he slowly begins to back down from our internal battle, his mind beginning to realize exactly who I am. I have run into this male before, and it did not turn out well, the scar on his cheek proof of that.

His angry sky blue eyes tear away from my calm neon yellow ones, glaring at the ground beneath him. A smirk graces my lips as I straighten my posture, holding in the wince my stiff bones causes. The dead, bloodied body of the red coat hits the ground with an audible thud as I begin to stalk closer to my camp, which is in the direction the Alpha is blocking.

His muscled body moves aside, letting me past him as his pack watches on in shock. They do not recognise me, for they have never fought me. However, they do not need to, only he does. I can hear their claws and teeth ripping through the dead red coat's clothing and flesh, tearing him apart piece by piece.

My nose picks up the smell of the cooking hare I put on before I left. I close my eyes as I continue walking, taking n a deeper breath through my nose. Its almost done. I guess in a way, I'm glad for my heightened senses, but they are also a curse. A constant reminder of what I've done and can do. One that will take over my thoughts in eleven days. The night that I must live without my thoughts or emotions.

Once I reach my camp, I quickly remove the hare from the flames, placing it onto some sticks that I've made to look like the ones on either side of the fire. They are shaped like a 'Y' and can hold anything that I spear a stick through. As the meat cools, my mind begins to wander off.

I didn't choose this stupid fucked up life I have. Not at all. From what I can tell, I'm the only one like me. I can barely remember anything from before this life, its all one big blur, and I kind of want it to stay that way. The only thing I can really pull out of my memories without really trying was the amount of blood, pain and screaming. Those are things a child should never have to experience. Which is why I refuse to go snooping around in my brain for the answers I sometimes so desperately want. What is seen and done, cane never be reversed, so why try?

I slide my dagger from its sheath by the fire. I always forget to put the damn belt around my waist, so that I actually have it when I need it. Using it last night would have been so much fucking easier then what I was forced to do. My skilled hands cut through and separate the meat from the bones. Once I finish doing that, I burry the bones in the loose dirt next to the fire pit. The bones of other animals rest there, and its just easier to burry them in one place.

I learned to do that after secretly watching a native do it when I was younger and just learning how to live on my own. According to them, burring the bones was showing the dead animals respect for their contribution to another's life. However, when it comes to man kind, I refuse to show them any respect, since the only men I kill are the ones who are cruel and deserve it. Cruel men deserve cruel fates, and that's exactly what I give them.

karma bitch.

I began to eat my meal as the sun begins to set,. wow, this day has gone by really fucking fast. then again, I did sleep through most of it. I quickly finish my meal and slowly crawl into my tent, sliding into my make shift bed. Tomorrow, I shall be moving my camp elsewhere, for now though, I need some more sleep.

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Okay, so this is just something im trying out. I have no idea how it is so I would extremely appreciate some feedback. I think I will pull a -JennaKobis- (amazing writer and you should seriously look up her story "Rain" and "Tides of a Revolution") moment and say that I will post the next chapter I get at least five reviews. I just want to know how this is before I continue with it.

Anywhore, I hope you enjoyed :)

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