The Hunter and The Beast II

short horror story about two entities fighting each other because what they are and their merciless actions.

Darkness. Lifeless. Soulless. A man with a tilt hat snoring. Tears from his close eyes come down. A burnt out cigar in his hand, smoked to the butt. Snoring, but still seems lifeless. Quiet. Loud. The man awakes, screaming. Barking. When awoken a gun pops off. Screaming and shooting, like a mad man. Only to fall on his knees, crying. Silent. Dark. He raises his head, only to find the blue moon and the pounding rain. In his eyes lie no light, no humanity. None. The only thing that can be seen is a broken man, left with only hate, rage, sadness, and blood lust. Eyes of red only see red. Revenge, the unstoppable will of a broken man. Sadness as heavy as the rain. Pushing him down to the ground, to sleep. Only to dream of the hell fire. Screams of the burned lay in him, to kill him or push him. Screams. The forest is browning. The dark, browned forest. Wet black fur. A cold stare from a grounded bunny. Blood painted claws. Chomp, chomp, chomp. A cold stare is what left of the bunny. The forests shadow looms over the Beast. All that can be seen are red eyes.  Staring. Staring at the cold wast it has left. It falls, mourning. As if it has lost some thing dear. It stares again. It roars at the dead wast. Then crushes the floor before it. Blood paints the ground. Painted fists. Heavy breathing. Heavy rain. It raises its whole body upward, roaring with the force that shakes the very surroundings. It pounds the ground with its fists. Over and over, again and again. Breaking the earth with every hit. Faster and faster, then it hurls itself into the air like a canon ball. Blood whipping from its mouth and fists. Swinging on the limbs of the forest, roaring. Roaring for blood. For only red eyes see red.

Author's Note

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