I wake up just as the sun is rising. My body is weak and sore. Various wounds
cover me from head to claw. My bed is a pile of water soaked straw. Bars that
cannot be broke surround me. I can hear the cries of the tortured souls held
captive here. Most are near death, both physically and mentally. It is dark
and it stinks. I have been imprisoned here for what seems like ages, but it’s
been probably more like a week. I hate it here.
I know the routine by now. A man brings me my meal, which I quickly devour. I
try to bite off hand. He says something incomprehensible and raises his fist
at me. He shakes his head and leaves. Stupid human. I shall get my revenge on
the race that dared to take me out of my jungle domicile.
I remember that summer morning with all the hatred in the world festering in
my heart. I had just killed a nice, tender, young doe. It had been a good hunt.
No sound was made as I ever so carefully stalked my victim. With the element
of surprise on my hand, I pounced, ripping out the throat. I was eagerly devouring
the most juiciest, bloodiest parts when I sensed a strange presence. I stopped,
listening, tasting the air, and trying to figure the enigma out.
The jungle was quiet, too quiet. I suddenly realized the peril I was in, but
it was too late! I tried to run, but to no avail. A huge web like thing was thrown
over me. I fought like a demon from hell, but it was no good. Everything went
black, and the next thing I knew, I was here in this hellhole.
My thoughts are interrupted as I hear a crowd overhead. I can tell that they
hunger for violence. I hear fighting. There is a scream, then a deafening applause
as the crowd cheers wildly for its new hero.
All of a sudden, a door slides open behind me. Finally, I get my chance for vengeance!
I rush up the ramp and into the blinding light. I blink, while my eyes quickly
adjust. There, standing in front of me, is what I assume to be a human, though
he is dressed very oddly from head to toe in a shiny material. A body similarly
dressed lies beside him, a shiny object sticking out of its chest.
The crowd goes silent. The strangely dressed man throws a stick with a pointed
end at me. The crowd cheers. Dodging, I jump to the left. To my surprise, though,
I feel a sharp pain radiating from my shoulder. I look down and see a thin line
of blood start to trickle down. The stick just barely missed me.
I am aware of the growl that escapes my throat as I think, “So the human
drew first blood. For that he shall die a most painful death!”
A battle cry escapes me as I jump at him and slash his arm. It hangs there, dangling
by a thread of skin. He curses loudly as the warm blood gushes out of his now
useless arm. He tries vainly to protect himself from my onslaught, but I have
only just begun.
I slash his leg, just at the knee. He screams, clutching it with his one good
arm. Blood is now squirting everywhere. I can see a gory bone sticking out. I
laugh to myself. I see fear and pain in his eyes. How pathetic he looks, so weak
and frail hopping about like a scared rabbit. Some hero he is. He knows that
his demise is at hand. It excites me.
I rip open his stomach. Intestines and warm liquids spill out onto the dusty,
blood soaked ground. He slips in his own bodily fluids and falls, trying to keep
his vital organs in. The man starts to twitch oddly. The last of his life fluids
are flowing out of his mouth. His eyes are rolled back into his head so far that
all you can see are the whites. I can hear his heart slowly stop beating. Pretty
soon he stops moving. His eyes slowly close, and his mouth hangs slightly open
with his tongue lolling out. I see that my good friend death has paid a little
visit. Hopefully, his meaningless soul was sent to the deepest bowels of hell,
where it belongs.
The crowd is soon alive with noise. Some are applauding, some are screaming, and some are vomiting up the contents of their stomach on other patrons because they are so fat, drunk, and stupid. I see their king, with his whore, having a gay time. I ignore it all as I utter my victory cry and begin my feast, starting, of course, with the one thing containing the soul, his heart. My only regrets are that I didn’t get to do this while he was still alive and his heart still beating. Thus did I declare my battle against my eternal enemy, the species known as man.
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