The Hunter's Feast of Souls (TheUnfathomable)

(This storyline is one I am going to be much less consistent on uploads, more writing when I find inspiration or want to. That said, I will still be doing my best to uphold my quality and such in my writings. A quick warning to any of you coming from my other branch, this one is going to be a lot more of a pure dark/evil route, so don't expect an even near morally grey protagonist. With all that out of the way, feel free to speak your thoughts on the story in the comments, and thanks in advance for reading!
-TheUnfathomable)

It stared blankly forward at the crowd on the other side of the thick glass. It had already tried breaking the glass, for some reason this glass was much tougher than the glass It had encountered before. It searched the crowd, seeing a mixture of crying faces as well as those looking at It in hate. It could not understand these reactions. It had done what all creatures did, why would one react with such hate when they were not involved?

It was interrupted in its thoughts by a woman who seemed to be in charge. She began giving some speech about crimes It was told It committed and read It Its "Last Rights". It didn't care, so It didn't listen. It looked around the room they had put It in, which seemed entirely empty. Strange metal lines were across the ceiling of the room, as well as a few that seemed to be closed lining the floor. It didn't think that was a good sign.

Wishing to distract Itself from Its boring surroundings, It decided to think back to how It got into this situation. For the first time in a long time, It tried to remember who It was.

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It had been very young. It lived a privileged life, Its father was rich so It got to do just about anything It wanted. It had been a bit of a social child in Its elementary school days, trying to make friends of all the other kids.

In the year before it went to middle school, Father had decided to take it on a trip into the woods near the Canada-America border. They got a luxury cabin near a lake, and spent a lot of time doing what It thought was "roughing it". How wrong it was.

Father took It hunting one day. Father was quite adamant on teaching It to be a proper hunter. It followed the lessons Father taught it religiously to this day. Father had taught It the following things: a proper hunter uses every bit of the prey; nothing must go to waste, a proper hunter only hunted when they needed too; pointless killing just made prey scarce when you need it. There was another lesson, but it was interrupted with Scar arrived.

Scar was Its name for the bear that plagued what turned out to be the first five years or so of Its time as a hunter. Scar had attacked Father, and while Father managed to get it to leave, Father did not survive. Father died apologizing, and telling It everything he could so It could survive.

It spent a couple days living off what was in the cabin and the lessons father had taught It on basic survival. Then came the first day It had to hunt. It wasn't great at first, but It quickly learned things that Father had not taught It. The gun Father brought was useless, the noise it made scared everything away and ended chances for hunting after one shot. This is why It began working on Its crossbow.

The crossbow had been something It put together from dismantling the electronics that stopped working eventually and connecting them with a compound bow Father had. It doubted it was the best crossbow ever made, but the crossbow most certainly did the trick, compared to the gun.

After a long while, It eventually became a master hunter. It knew everything within a large area, and hunted like a beast. It knew how to hide itself, where to strike, and how to use every creature most efficiently. Then came the year after It killed Scar.

With Scar gone, the people started to come. The people used the area for camping and their own hunting, but they were wasteful. They hunted excessively, and their camping made noises that drove away all of the prey. It began to run out of things to hunt, began to starve. So, It did what It had to.

It tried approaching the people at first, but they were strange. They screamed and ran many times, or they would threaten It. It didn't care for this, so It took up a new approach. It used any means It had to start scaring them away. It made noises, fake tracks, and traps when it came to it. This worked at first, but then a new group of people showed up.

These ones were different. They were hunters. They tracked It down on many occasions, following It almost constantly. It rarely had free time after they arrived, and wouldn't dare bring them back to the cabin. One of those people was the first person It killed.

It found that killing people wasn't so different, but they weren't good prey. The average person didn't have as much meat as the bigger prey, and took too much effort compared to the snares It could make for small prey. Regardless, It had a duty as a hunter to put nothing to waste, and It would not forsake that due to the carcass being human.

After that, there was another lull in human activity, before the most recent reemergence. It had been out hunting when it heard the telltale sounds of a camp, specifically one with teenagers. Teenagers were the worst news. They were loud, and indescribably wasteful. So It decided to remove these ones as usual.

It had been aiming for the metal box that played music, but one of them moved in the way at the last moment. Not that It cared, It did give it an excuse for more meat, on top of the food they brought in the cold boxes. The teenager survived, and they all began running and making noise. It was aggravated to say the least. So It hunted to end the suffering of the animal It wounded.

In the end, It did end that teen, as well as being **** to end a few more that arrived at Its cabin in some strange attempt to steal the carcass, which they may have thought alive in their idiocy. Unfortunately, the only teen that It didn't end up being **** to kill was the smart one, as they brought the lawmen with them. It had little It could do to defend from a legion of tasers.

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It was drawn out of Its lovely recollections by the woman finishing her speech. "-And may god have mercy on your soul." She finished with. It thought about that sentence. 'God? What was god again? Oh, right, Father used to speak of God. God was some being that was supposed to watch over us.'

It started laughing, the moronic nature of the statement being humorous to it. "God? Mercy?" It spoke, the first words It had spoked to these people. It continued laughing, "If God had mercy, would I exist?" It had a dry laugh, one that just sounded evil, though It didn't care. "No god came to me in the forest. No god came to my prey either. If there was a god with mercy, I would not stand here."

It continued to laugh as it heard a strange noise, almost like the wind. It noticed that Its throat felt... wrong. The air was no longer good for breathing, It realized. It laughed anyway, "You are weak. You use this foul air to kill me because you are not strong enough yourselves." Its laugh started to have a wheeze to it, It did not faulter. "Your God cares not for mercy, as the world it built has none. You grow your weak, fostering them instead of cutting them off like a diseased digit." Its laughter was mostly coughs now, but it was most certainly still laughing. "So when the strong come to show you how this world works, I look forward to hunting you all when God sends you to me." The last of Its air was spent letting out one final, animalistic and maniacal laugh, before it could no longer make sound, simply spasming like one would when they laugh with no sound to go with it.

Soon enough, Its laughter was fully stopped as the dark embrace of the end came of It, which It welcomed with no regret.