It's the same every running through the trees, chasing his Prey. Panting, sniffing for It as It tries to get away. It screams, trips, tries to be faster. He knows Its struggle is futile; tonight He will feast. The Prey falls again and this time, cannot get back up. He dives and pins It to the dirty ground, sniffing, smelling the fear.
"Please," It says, a familiar voice. "Please don't." The cries touch something deep inside for a moment, but something that has been lost. He is too far gone to change now and let The Prey escape. He lets out a long howl before the kill, before he is covered in Its blood. The Prey screams until the very end, when he tears Its throat out.
He always wakes screaming.
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Stacy's shirt is red today. A strikingly beautiful color that brings out her soft skin well. Yet Tommy can't bring himself to stare today. The dream is still bothering him and today of all days, she's dressed in red. Like the blood in his worst nightmares. He tried to lie to himself the first night. Tell himself it was anyone but her. Even if it had to be Merton in her place. Anyone he was murdering besides the girl of his dreams. She looks over and gives him a dazzling smile that makes his heart race, that could bring the wolf to the surface if only he didn't turn away. He doesn't get to see her frown, but can hear her storm up behind him.
"I thought this shirt was your favorite?" She demands.
"Changed my mind. You look better in any color but that one." He says it strained, like he'll be sick any minute. He knows that's her first conclusion when she places a hand on his forehead, checking for fever.
"Are you okay?" She asks. When he nods weakly, it's all business again. "Why the sudden change of mind?"
"Trust me, Stace. You don't wanna know." It hurts to see her storm off, but it's better than the hurt he would feel killing her.
