I wait in silence, hunched over, trying to make myself as small as possible in order not to be seen.
My eyes are peeled never lifting from their fixed position to the left. I fell numb in the foot and try to wiggle my toes so to get the blood circulating. I breath in and out, trying to control my beating heart which I'm sure is so loud that it will give my away. I try to swallow but can't get it past my dried up throat, I try again and this time am able too but only with first experiencing great pain.
I listen to the whispers of the trees and beg them to keep me hidden.
As I wait my heart slows down to what may be considered a normal pace and I start to relax, the muscles inside me no longer as tense. Although a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye makes my heart jump right up again. I feel as if it is going to come right out of my mouth and fly away. WhenI see it appearing from behind a big pine tree the pain in my throat seizes to exist, the numbness in my foot fades away and nothing else matters except what is infront of me. It sees me hiding there, beneath the bushes, in the soil. As I look into its wide eyes andI know thatI have no choice but to face it full on. For to stay would be suicide but to run would be worse. I would have no chance of escaping it. It would simply hunt me down and sink itself into me and would give me no mercy, no matter how hard I begged. So again I wait in silence, ready for what is coming for me. For my fate. The beast approaches, its eyes locked on me, its mouth hanging open so that I can see its row of pointy teeth. The glisten like knives in the moonlight and I can see them wet with my blood.
The teeth that any second now will rip me open and shread me to bits like I am as soft as a tissue. I pray to whatever god that will listen to me. I pray for forgiveness that I never meant to hurt anything, whether it was animal or human, that I was just doing my job and that if I could take back all those hours and days spent these same woods with a gun in my hand and blood on my shirt then i would. The beast is so close to me that I can smeel its breath, it is the smell of blood and dirt.
After years of chasing, of hunting, of killing I am the one. The one being chased, hunted, killed.
The few seconds in which it takes for the beast to clear the distance between us feels like they are stretched out into years. The beast moves in slow motion, with one leg slwoly being lifted up and the muscles rippling through the body. Rather like water rippling in a river.
I watch when the beast opens its large mouth and widens its eyes. And finally as I look into it's face do I understand whatI failed to understand for close to a decade. I understand exactly how my prey felt as i shoot them throuhg the heart. I understand the terror conveyed on their faces and I understand just how bad the crimes I have commited are. As the beast surges forward and its jaws lock onto my throat, I cry out in pain.
Finally, I truly understand what it is like to be hunted.
It's an interesting idea. There were a few grammatical and spelling issues, (it's in the place of its, uncapitalised 'I's, run on sentences etc), but I won't go into detail. A quick read-through with MS Word should do.
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