Predators.

Chapter one

Hey, so this is my first time writing. I hope you enjoy this because all the characters and the plot are mine x

I ran through the maze of trees, blood pouring down my hips and my legs. Thorns trapped in my knees from the fall I had earlier, I couldn't afford to make that mistake again. Fatigue filled my body but I couldn't stop, I wouldn't stop.

I was too scared to,

Too hungry to...

I hadn't eaten in months and the fresh blood pouring out of my limbs was making it hard for me to concentrate on the current matters.

I lifted my head toward the dark sky and smelt the air, the sweet aroma of sweat filled my nostrils along with the saltiness of her tears. She knew she was going to die, it was inevitable.

And what could she do about it?
After all, I was the Apex predator, the Hunter of hunters, the spawn of Satan himself!

I laughed at my own foolishness, I haven't eaten. My senses were weakened and so was my strength. The terrible thought dawned on me as I was listening for her racing heartbeat, could this measly little human possibly overpower me?

I grew worried as I tilted my head back once again and looked up at the dark, depthless sky. I focused, I could hear every noise in the forest. Including the girls uneven breathing from behind the big oak a mere ten paces to the right of me.

A smirk crawled across my face as I walked up to the tree, not bothering to be quiet.

I grabbed her wrists, spun her round and pushed her into the murky undergrowth.

She let out an ear piercing scream, I almost unleashed my grip on her as pain rushed through my ears. Banshee I thought.

Others have screamed before I mercilessly killed them, but never like this. But,

Oh how beautiful she looked when she screamed and Oh how powerful I felt when I ripped the flesh off of her fragile bones.

Of course before I killed her and when she was done with the the screaming she had begged, pleaded for her life. However, there was no room for remorse in my shallow heart.

In my world it was either Kill or be killed, Hunt or be hunted.

There was no choice, I couldn't end up like my parents, ripped to shreds like the poor bastard, bathing in a pool of her own blood by my feet.

I couldn't bare the thought of my own death. It made me sick that one day I shall become overpowered.

So I must walk alone.