I'm back with the second chapter, disturbing as it may be.

Child of Dreams, welcome to my new story! Hope you'll like this just as much even though this is completely different.

ImagineATale, yes we really had one hell of a disturbing conversation.

Chapter 2

After that first day on the battlefield, you get a reprieve. The enemy had retreated and there were no new orders. All you had to do was search the woods for any hidden soldiers left behind.

The first week had been quiet and gave you time to reflect on that first horrible day. You are afraid that one day, you'll find yourself in the dirt. Back home the idea of coming here had sounded so good, but reality had quickly reared it's ugly head. Now you were carefully making your way through these woods, hoping there was no one stronger than you.

There is a sudden noise behind you and your heart starts to pound in your chest, you can't remember ever having been this scared. You turn around and see a deer jumping through the dense forest, you smile at the sight. Then you hear a loud bang and feel a sharp pain in your upper arm, you look at the hole in your coat, that is quickly staining red. You see him hidden and you hide, praying there are no others. Keeping your eyes on where you had seen the other young man, you find his eyes staring coldly at you. He looks so strong, but you want to prove to your father that you're not the weak one. You will not be the one lying here, lifeless and cold. You remember the deer that had distracted you, how you would like to hunt it down and make it pay for distracting you.

You see a flash of the gun from the soldier, he is now hunting you. You smirk, you loved to hunt back home. If the man wanted to hunt that was fine by you, except he would find himself to be the prey, you are the hunter. You can't remember the last time you missed your prey, one arrow or bullet was all he ever needed to bring down the mightiest of animals you came across.

This man was now your new prey, you stalk through the trees, making sure the sun stays at your back, making you hard to see. You lift your rifle and see the gun of your prey flash again. You pull your trigger and hear a yell. You hit your mark as always, no prey would ever escape you, the best hunter of the village, even at this young age. You hear your prey pant and walk up to it, you see a glimmer near your prey and shoot again, this time in the liver, making sure it can't use the pistol it had been reaching for. You look into it's eyes, where they used to be cold, they now stare at you pleading for help. You would help it, you lift your gun and pull the trigger, putting your prey out of it's misery. This is just another hunt to you and no prey will ever best you.

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