"The Prey"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.
The Bullies waited for him at the end of the dusty road just like they promised him. They also promised to make him suffer for being such a nerd. Five of them carried pieces of wood that they have picked from the forest on the right side of the isolated road.
He knew what was going to happen but he decided that he would just walk on past hoping that they would decide to do the right thing. He hated suffering and he just wanted to be left alone especially this day. He looked at the darkening afternoon sky and sighed.He hoped that his legs would carry him faster than the bullies could catch up.
It was not to be the case as one bully grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.He knew this one was named William , he must be the most aggressive of the bunch and he swung the make shift wooden club at the shoulder he was holding . The first bully was surprised when he didn't hear him scream. He was also surprised to see his prey a few feet away from him the arm that firmly held the shoulders was with him as well.
William looked at his own shoulders to see the sudden spurt of blood from severed arteries that were now supplying the surrounding pavement with the red fluid of life. William was the first to fall.
He knew that the others would now attack him. They had no choice in the matter. He removed Williams severed hand when the wooden clubs swung all at once at where he was standing. All of them missed. He grabbed one of the bullies by the neck and with one hand snapped it like it was nothing. He knew this one was named Eric. He took Eric's wooden club before he fell lifeless to the ground.
He smashed another bullies head with the club , the one named Alfredo had his head split wide open with his brains scattering to little pieces.
He threw the club toward the bully known as Gil where it embedded in his chest , hitting his heart that did not like the foreign body that entered it and gave up after a couple of seconds. Gil fell sideways still clutching the wooden spike that impaled him.
The last one did not care about his friends He began to run. He wanted to be as far away as possible from him. It was always funny how this always played out. They would try and prey upon him but in reality it was he that was preying on them. The last of the bullies was named Marcial and he wanted so much to live. Marcial was surprised to see his prey running toward him at a speed that made it seem like he was walking in slow motion. Marcial felt the sharp pain at his lower back where his prey was now grabbing hold of his spine. The sudden jerk ripped his spinal cord and in the next milliseconds he would never know a single feeling.
The prey watched as Marcials body continued to run on momentum alone and eventually fall flat head first.
The Prey kept on moving. He did not like suffering especially if he was the one inflicting it but there were just too many who were seeking it from him. He knew that the dead bodies will be found sooner or later. He hated moving so soon but he knew that he had worn out his welcome in this town when he killed the first of these bullies. He walked calmly toward the forest and was never seen again.
