Chapter Four: Hunt to the Kill

"One does not hunt in order to kill; on the contrary, one kills in order to have hunted... - Jose Ortega y Gasset.

IN the dark of the night, they feasted on the hunt of their preys. They were perfect, like every pack of deadly predators...they planned there every move, they lure there preys, they attack and with one swift move they kill without mercy. They enjoy the fear lurking in the eyes of their victims as they kill them, it was ecstatic. If there was anything they've achieved, it was proving humanity was weakness, being human was a pathetic inferiority. They hated being human and all things associated with it. They killed for the fun of it, not necessarily to feed but the hunt to kill was a pleasure...it was to relive the fantasy of  extreme orgasm as they watch their preys anguish in pain their lives draining out of them. How pathetic of them to fink themselves intelligent, they pride themselves in wanting to solve all the great puzzles and mysteries of existence while all the time the answers lie in plain sight...humans were the most foolish of nature's creations. 

THE four of them looked at eachother, their faces were so badly dismembered it couldn't reveal the smile they had. All there victims had always counted them to be three, a genius they had, to make certain not one of their preys was to find out who he really was. It was a ploy to deceive just in case anyone of them was to escape and tell the true story...none ever did. 

ONE of them stood up, he was filled. Striding down the forest and maintaining a foot path, not narrow...it was the path of death. Ahead of him was a line, a line none of their preys had cared to notice. It was supposed to ward off others from crossing over it, like a wolf's piss...a joke, the monster chuckled. Never noticing the shadow crossing the line and aiming a cross bow for his head, the arrow fled past hitting him straight in his chest...the brain. The monster shrieked, the piercing force of he copper tipped arrow made him feel pain for the first time. He ran, the shadow followed. The second arrow fled straight into his head...the heart, the monster fell down...dead. The shadow vanished. 

THEY heard the scream, a distance farther from were they sat...every part of their sense organs was skyrocketed, they could hear like a owl, there smells was like that of a shark olfactory and there eye like a bat were suitable for the darkest of places. They followed the echo of the scream...lying in front of them was a figure lesser than what it was...it was human, he was dead. They felt a weird tingling in them, and they knew what it was...FEAR. Someone had just figured their weakness and was out to kill. 

THERE was rage, there was bitterness yet they couldn't cry...they had no emotion of that remaining. They lifted the body up in unison and with one sudden drift tore it apart, the body parts barely conjoining fell off. No one was to find out what they really were. The only one humane enough to speak, did less audibly...he marched off into the abyss of the dark and when he reappeared he was human. There was a hunt and no predator...it was a hunt to the kill. He marched off quietly.