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Chapter Two: Relief

"What did I do? Oh, god, I just wanted to ask for help!" I cried out as I looked around at both corpses. Pacing back and forth I tried to make sense of why this happened. I was walking up to that guy named Sam and then there was this delicious...

"The smell…" As soon as I caught his scent it was like I lost all reason. "It was his blood." The burning pain that disappeared when I woke up, it was almost like it started to come back. Only this time it was just my throat that burned. It hurt so much and somehow consuming their blood made it stop. As I think about it now the pain starts to come back but not as bad. Focus! Don't let it consume me. The pain...no...the thirst, I don't want to lose my mind to it again! I reach up and grab at my dirty hair. Gripping my scalp so hard my nails almost pierce through the skin.

Thankfully the wind changed and clean air surrounded me free of the taint of blood. Helping me stay myself. "Haaahh, alright rule number 1, don't think too hard about blood." I say as I slowly put my hands back to my sides and turn my back to the remains of the two hunters. I push any thoughts of blood to the back of my mind so I can focus on the what to do next. "Living in the past is only going to rob me of a better future." Although I don't know what kind of future I'll have if someone finds out I did this.

"Now what?" I say to myself knowing it probably wasn't a good idea to leave my mess behind. "How do you cover up a murder scene?" Thinking the two hunters may have something at their camp site that could help me I start walking to the center of it. Digging through their tent and bags, I found nothing that could really help. "Good thing they won't be needed there stuff anytime soon." I really need to learn how to control my strength. I thought seeing as every time I tried to pick up something I either ripped it or it shattered in my hand. Deciding to take a break out of frustration I plop down in one of the brown folding chairs by the dying fire. "So now what? Even if I bury them I doubt I could hide their campsite." I stare into the small fire and an idea comes to me, a horrible one but the best I can come up with. "Animal catches two hunters off guard ending in their death and as it destroys their tent the shreds of it caught fire in the campfire." It'll have to do.

After getting rid of my footsteps and adding the finishing touches on the hunters remains to mimic some sort of bear all I need now are the finishing touches. Bear tracks, and the fire. Luckily a bear was already nearing the campsite while I was destroying it. Attracted by what I'm assuming was the slightly burnt remains of their scrambled eggs and bacon. I'll file away the fact that all the food I found here smells like ass instead of actual food for later. Now then, "how the hell do you make a bear run through a campsite like a rabid animal?" I didn't have to think to hard because the bear started to pick up the pace as the scent of bacon got stronger. Why does it seem like it's moving so slow? I thought as it was getting closer. It's moving faster than Sam's friend did but its movements still looks so slow. When it finally entered the campsite the bear slowed down and started sniffing out for food. It froze for a moment when it saw the two corpses and just stood their. When it walked over to the bodies and sniffed them it actually whimpered? No no no! I thought as I saw it back away. Go the other way! Damnit! When it started to turn around and leave I quickly ran behind it before it could fully turn away from the two bodies. When it fully turned and saw me I saw its nostrils flare and it gave out a sad attempt of a growl as it reared up on his back legs in surprise. I did the only thing I could think of and snarled back at it. It was such a deep and vicious sound it shocked me silent for a moment.

What I expected to happen was for the bear to attack me but it didn't, it turned around and ran over the remains of the hunters in an attempt to get away. Leaving me there staring as it ran from me through the center of the campsite and back out into the trees. "Did that just...hah." That's when I lost it, I sat down on the ground and just started laughing. It wasn't just because the very thought of a brown bear running in fear from a five foot six human who looked half dead covered in mud was hilarious. It was also from the insanity of the situation and the relief that this half baked plan might just work out. After about five minutes and a few more deep breathes I collected myself enough to put the finishing touches on this cover up. "Now. How to start the fire?"

As I looked back at the campsite I noticed a red gas can that the bear must have uncovered when it ran through. Bingo, lazy campers make an arsonists job so much easier. As I picked it up I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Geez! How did they get it all over the handle. I went ahead and unscrewed the cap and placed a few drops close enough for the tent to catch fire without looking suspicious before placing it down closer to the fire but not too far from the bears path. I then knocked it over towards to campfire with my foot and saw it ignite. I watched as the path of flames eventually reached the tent and my job was done. Rest in peace.

As I turned around walking past the two hunter remains I didn't notice the other trail of fire ignite. Not realizing that I'd punctured the can and the gas had soaked the bottom of my tattered sleeve, making a small trail. When I felt the light of the flame getting closer I turned around and my eyes widened in fear. I had barley opened my mouth when the flame reached my sleeve. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I started thrashing at my arm beating at the flames in an effort to put them out. "No!" I screamed out as they flames started to climb up my sleeve. I froze after about twenty seconds when I realized something. It doesn't hurt. I stopped beating my arm and just looked at the flames there. "It stopped spreading." I couldn't believe it. Not only was I not burning but the flames weren't moving anywhere. After about a minute of processing this a thought occurred to me. How in the hell do I put this out?!

"Okay, deep breathes...whoever you are. Panicking is just going to make it worse. You're better than that. Now, think." Taking one last deep breath I looked back at the flame and tried to concentrate on it. It doesn't burn, but it almost feels like a warmth. I didn't want to say I felt its heat on my skin, not exactly. It was more like I could sense its warmth with my mind, if that makes any sense. "I wonder..." After staring at it a little longer I thought maybe I could control it. If I focus on the warmth maybe I could...compress it? Focusing on the flame I pictured it shrinking. It took a good hour of just staring at my arm before I could see anything happen. It's working! I kept going, thinking of the flame shrinking and slowly I was able to make it small enough that it was just a small flame dancing in my palm. So cool! Okay, now how do I make it disappear. I didn't have to think to hard on that because in that instance that hollow feeling I had when I first woke up turned into what I could only describe as a hungry void that reached out for the flame. As it pulled at the fire I watched as it slowly sunk into my palm. Its warmth slowly traveled up my arm and settled into my chest. Almost like it always belonged there.