Happy hunting
"Steady." I thought, laying down in the wooded brush, rifle ready and taking careful aim at my target, the Autumn breeze throwing leaves around lightly. In my scope i could see him, a beautiful stag, strong and proud with great horns and fat, muscular body.
"He'll be a fine meal for everyone." My hands steadying my rifle again getting ready to take the shot, the stag blissfully unaware of what was about to take place, my breathing slowed, heart rate down and my eye keen, i breathe in slowly, count to four, hold in my breathe, reticle over the stags heart and just before i exhale i squeeze the trigger and the bang lets the bullet fly straight and true, i exhale as the bullet reached it target.
"Dammit, i missed!" I shout out in anger. The stag running off faster than what i could reload my rifle, but i see a dark clump where the stag once stood huddled in a heap on the floor. Confused, i slowly and cautiously make my way over the huddled heap, strapping my rifle over my shoulder and drawing my sidearm. Leaves crunch underfoot as i make my way and branches crack with each bush that needs to be moved from my path.
"What could i have hit? There was nothing there other than the stag." Speaking aloud to myself as i near the huddled heap, worry growing as it seemed to be a fur coat. My heart begins to race and i run over to what i now suspect to be another hunter, unknowingly caught in crossfire.
I grip the huddle heap and spin it around, to my horror i find a girl, blue eyes, long blonde hair and featureless face. I scramble up and looking down at her, the white skin soon begins to turn blue and i see a familiar pearly white smile, and an icy voice speaking in a familiar tone.
"He'll be a fine meal for everyone."
Not a moment later, a bullet pierces my chest and i manage to stand just long enough to hear the crack of the bullet and the report of a rifle, my rifle. I fall looking down at the horrible, featureless face, with that eerie white smile.
"Steady." I thought, laying down in the wooded brush.
"He'll be a fine meal for everyone." My hands steadying my rifle again getting ready to take the shot, the stag blissfully unaware of what was about to take place, my breathing slowed, heart rate down and my eye keen, i breathe in slowly, count to four, hold in my breathe, reticle over the stags heart and just before i exhale i squeeze the trigger and the bang lets the bullet fly straight and true, i exhale as the bullet reached it target.
"Dammit, i missed!" I shout out in anger. The stag running off faster than what i could reload my rifle, but i see a dark clump where the stag once stood huddled in a heap on the floor. Confused, i slowly and cautiously make my way over the huddled heap, strapping my rifle over my shoulder and drawing my sidearm. Leaves crunch underfoot as i make my way and branches crack with each bush that needs to be moved from my path.
"What could i have hit? There was nothing there other than the stag." Speaking aloud to myself as i near the huddled heap, worry growing as it seemed to be a fur coat. My heart begins to race and i run over to what i now suspect to be another hunter, unknowingly caught in crossfire.
I grip the huddle heap and spin it around, to my horror i find a girl, blue eyes, long blonde hair and featureless face. I scramble up and looking down at her, the white skin soon begins to turn blue and i see a familiar pearly white smile, and an icy voice speaking in a familiar tone.
"He'll be a fine meal for everyone."
Not a moment later, a bullet pierces my chest and i manage to stand just long enough to hear the crack of the bullet and the report of a rifle, my rifle. I fall looking down at the horrible, featureless face, with that eerie white smile.
"Steady." I thought, laying down in the wooded brush.
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