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D a m n e d F u c k i n g S h i t
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- Presents -
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Issue #49
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Date: 3/12/95
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Title: The Hunt
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Author: Demntia Praecox
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[Note from AD: Well its once again been forever since DFS has had a new
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release. Well damnit, someone write for me! I have NO TIME to write and I
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finally got something so I'm going to publish it! So here it is! I dunno,
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don't worry, your favorite k-rad 'zine <or something> will maybe publish
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something more soon. Who knows. Well, with a big DFS "FUCK YOU!", here comes
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The Hunt.]
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The Hunt
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by Dementia Praecox
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One
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Although they know it not, these few are destined for a
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painful, appalling death. A death deserved, however, by defilers
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of the forest. They have come here, perhaps by accident, but they
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will never live to regret their terrible mistake. For the Forest
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Demon has now become aware of their presence in his domain.
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I have lived here always, and I will always live here, in the
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great forest. My function is to keep those who would enter and
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defile this great place, which stood here even before me, from
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achieving their goals. I have never failed. This function I have
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known since my first moments of awareness in this life, though it
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has never been explained to me. This and other secrets have come
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to me purely instinctively.
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I have often killed before, to protect this great place. When
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I have defeated my enemies, I take the victim's bodies, twisted
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parodies of their former selves, and display them at the forest's
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edge. My symbol is carved plainly in their flesh. Eventually,
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other people come to collect the remains. These people are never
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touched, however. They are different from the violators of the
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forest. They are a tribal people, their knowledge passed through
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the generations, and they know their place when dealing with me and
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the forest. It is from these people that I gained the name of "the
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Forest Demon". Beyond this title, I am nameless and anonymous.
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These invaders of the forest, however, are a different matter
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altogether. They serve no purpose in life. They are of no tribe.
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These people are mere pleasure-seekers, defilers. And they have
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now crossed over into my territory. For this, they shall be
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punished. For this, they shall pay. They will ALL pay.
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A deep rage burns within me, gnawing, searing. It threatens
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to explode forth, in an unstoppable torrent of raw anger and primal
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savagery. But through the red haze of hatred comes a single
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thought of restraint. Now is not yet the time. With this
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realization, there comes a relaxation, and a subsiding of the
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anger, the hate, the pain. However, with this relaxation there is
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no forgiving, and no forgetting. All of them, every single one,
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will be made to give their penance when the time comes. This I
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know.
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But for now, I wait. Settling back against a tree, I watch
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over the hated trespassers, keeping a silent vigil over them.
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Awaiting the hour of reprisal. Their time slips away.
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Two
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The next day, the brilliant sun rises anew, its warmth bathing
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the land in light. In the forest, however, the great trees block
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out this light, leaving wood cold and shadowed. An ominous
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warning.
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From the campsite below, a stirring signals me to the
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awakening of the damned below. As I watch from high above in the
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trees, they pack up their belongings. They are four in number, two
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females and two males. They speak cheerfully back and forth to
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each other as they prepare to depart. Their path, however, leads
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them deeper into the forest, toward their own deaths. So be it.
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The die is cast, their fate is sealed. Now is the time. The hunt
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begins.
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At a distance, I follow them through the trees, until their
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path is determined for sure. They walk in single file, with one of
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the females being the last in line. Victim number one.
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I race past them from at a distance, quickly and quietly.
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Although they don't notice me, I know their location at all times,
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even without my eyes upon them. This is due to my far more
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superior powers of hearing and smell. When I am far enough ahead
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of them, I turn and duck behind a tree, into some light foliage.
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Then, I wait.
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Almost a minute later, the first of them arrives. At this
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distance, I can hear every step, every breath, every noise that
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escapes their lips. On the air is the scent of their sweat, as it
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begins to form on their bodies.
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The first male walks past me, making an alarming amount of
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noise, even for one of his kind. Then, a female. Then another
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male. My presence goes undetected. Finally, they prey approaches.
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As she starts to pass, my hand darts out and clamps over her
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mouth, and I pull her in my direction. Once we are out of sight of
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the others, one of my claws slides through her throat, silencing
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her by severing her vocal cords, and also opening an unstoppable
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river of blood. She struggles feebly, but it is of no use. My
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mouth yawns open over the wound, and her lifesblood pours down my
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throat. Warm, tangy, addictive.
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Gradually the pounding of her pulse slows to a dull murmur,
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and her body relaxes. Her death comes slowly. Now she will serve
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another purpose. Her remains are pulled with me up into the
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treetops.
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By now, the others in her group have realized her absence, and
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are out in the forest searching for her. She will not be found,
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however, until it is my choice. They will find her soon enough.
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Her clothes are torn up, and cast aside. Using one claw, I carve
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my symbol into her back, marking her as my kill. The deep
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scratches draw no blood from her lifeless body, however. There is
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none left to give.
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Once this task is complete, I gather some vine from the
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surrounding trees. Pulling off a fairly long length, I secure one
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end to one of her cold, dead ankles, while the other is tied to the
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branch on which I now stand. After everything is secure, her body
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is unceremoniously dumped from the tree. I then move to another
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tree to watch, and to wait.
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The pendulum of her body swings precariously back and forth,
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about three feet off of the ground. Her arms are outstretched
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toward the ground, her mouth is open in a final, silent scream.
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Gradually, the swinging slows, then stops. Now, one of the others
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is approaching. The screams begin.
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Three
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Midday. The doomed have apparently now decided to flee this
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place. There is no escape, however. They set off at a quick
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place, through the ancient trees. It soon becomes evident,
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however, that they know not the way from which they came. Their
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indecision makes them falter. The time comes once more. The hunt
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begins anew.
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A new development. The two males have now begun to argue,
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apparently about which way it is that they are supposed to go. The
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argument becomes more heated. In anger, one of the males storms
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away from the party. How unfortunate.
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I pursue him silently for a time before the strike is made.
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I can sense his anger, his frustration. But their is another
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feeling. Fear. Delicious fear. Now, I am on him.
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A quick and savage blow to his right temple removes him from
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consciousness. I work quickly, to complete my task before the
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young victim returns to this world. His arms are secured around a
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tree, with him facing outward. The knots are checked again for
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strength. Perfect.
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A couple of slaps to the face rouses him once more. Lifting
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his head groggily, his eyes bring my form into their view. His
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breath now catches within his throat. His lips move, but no words
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are formed, no sound emanates from him other than a quiet kind of
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gasping. His bladder lets go. It is time now, time for the kill.
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My hands grasp each side of his head in an unbreakable grip.
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He whimpers his fear, silently begging for mercy on my part. There
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is no mercy here, in the forest. Kill or be killed. I begin to
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force his head slowly to the right. Now, the screams begin as the
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sensation of pain cuts through the numbing haze of his fear.
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Farther to the right. He strains will all his might to the left in
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a futile effort to stop me. There is no stopping me. Popping
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sounds erupt from the back of his neck. He screams one final time
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in desperation and agony. Then, with a final wrenching "CRACK", he
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is no more. His scream echoes and dies.
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With a quick slash of a claw through his abdomen, his insides
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fall into my waiting hands, steaming in the cold forest air. A
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satisfying treat for my burning hunger. The taste draws me in, and
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I am lost from the world in delight for a few moments. Then, with
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a start, I realize that the others have almost arrived, having
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heard the final scream of torment which issued from the male's
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throat. No danger however, for they have been detected in time.
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I quickly snatch up the last few sections of digestive tract and
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rush of into the trees. When they arrive upon the gruesomely
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macabre scene, their shrieks of terror announce their presence to
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everything within a mile's radius.
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Four
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Late afternoon approaches. The time, I decide, has now come
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to complete that which I have started. It is time to complete the
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hunt. These next two shall be taken down as one.
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The prey has fled steadily in one direction for the past few
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hours. I keep a close watch upon them from my own trailing route,
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invisible to their pitifully weak eyes. I know that they have been
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running so hard now that they must either slow down or die, their
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unfit bodies collapsing from exhaustion. Apparently, they realize
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this too, and the first option appeals more to them than the
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second. Their running pace gradually slows to a walk. However, in
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slowing, they have sealed their own fate. My tongue runs over my
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lips in delicious anticipation of the approaching double-kill.
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The male comes abruptly to a halt, putting out his arm to stop
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the female. They strain their ears, desperately listening for any
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impending danger. The male thinks he has heard something. He
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didn't. His fear is making him jittery, making him hear things
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that aren't really there. Yet. His dread is plain. I can see it
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in his actions. I can smell it, even at this distance.
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Now. My leap from the trees brings me within range of them
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both. My first strike sends the female violently to the ground,
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where she is pinned down by my foot. She lies there, stunned, not
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registering what is occurring. Simultaneously, I grab the male by
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the throat, and squeeze. He struggles briefly, but gradually loses
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consciousness.
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The male is picked up and held in my arms, above the now-
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struggling female. The entire front of his shirt is ripped from
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his body. One claw tears into his abdomen and slides sideways,
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creating a vicious wound. He regains consciousness only to gaze in
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dulled horror at his insides dripping from this atrocious new
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cavity in his body. The female screams and shudders in horror as
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his blood and other internal fluids spill out from him and onto
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her, encasing her in a layer of gore.
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Soon the male has breathed his last. He hangs limply within
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my grasp. With a quick shrug of my arms, he is cast from me. He
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falls to the ground and lies there, motionless.
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The female, meanwhile, appears to have entered a state of
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shock, in her panic. I remove my foot from her body, and she only
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lies there, shivering. She is the last survivor of the doomed
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party. For now, she will be left alone.
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I set out to retrieve the other two bodies. My symbol is
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carefully carved into the backs of the males. They are dragged
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with me, back to the sight of the latest kill. The female sits
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within the middle of the clearing, staring into the forest. She
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shudders over and over. Her lip quivers incessantly. Her mind has
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shattered.
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There is no use for her now, besides that of food. Survival
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of the fittest. She doesn't even move when my jaws clamp over her
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neck. When my teeth dig lightly in, releasing small trickles of
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blood down her neck. We are joined, if only for a second. With a
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violent shaking of my head, both the link and her lifeline are
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severed, never to be mended. She lies limply upon the ground. The
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last victim, the last defiler.
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The forest has once again regained its purity. No more
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defilers exist within the forest's walls, at least for now. But,
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I will be here when they next arrive. Always watching. Always
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waiting. Always safeguarding the pristine purity of the forest.
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Always keeping the silent vigil.
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The End
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Find DFS On These Fine Systems
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==========================================================================
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| Paradise Lost +1.414.476.3181 DFS World HQ |
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| Temporary Insanity +1.414.666.WHEE DFS Affiliate HQ |
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| Arcane Asylum +1.414.PSY.CHOS DFS Thingy HQ |
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| Plan 9 Information Archives +1.716.881.FONE (3663) DFS Southern HQ |
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| Arrested Development +31.77.547477 DFS European HQ |
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| Under World Element +1.203.740.9571 DFS Eastern HQ |
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| 7th Heaven +1.216.464.6789 DFS Ohio HQ |
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| Lucifer's Exile +1.513.459.1278 DFS Midwest HQ |
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| Twilight Of The Idols +1.613.226.3386 DFS Canada HQ |
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| AE - Plan 9 Information Archives - Login: DFS |
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