The Hunter of the Hunted

One day I was walking home from school. This was about 1 year ago. I was a very smart student in a high-school in Virginia. It started on a Wednesday morning in July 23rd 2015. It was a fairly odd day in the morning. I heard a child’s laughter, not thinking anything of it. I got dressed, ate pancakes that my mom made me, but I couldn’t find my mom anywhere. I wanted to ask where the maple syrup was but never found it.

I was walking to school, it was about 7:00 am and school started at 8:30. It takes me about 30 mins to walk to school. My mom usually drives me but she went to work so I decided to go say hi to her at work since I had about 45 mins to blow. It was weird but when I went to her work (a diner), she wasn’t there, so I went to school. After school, I went home. She still wasn’t there, so I went into my room turned on the Xbox and put in Battlefield 4.

As I’m playing, I hear the laughter again. It was coming from my closet. So I grabbed my metal baseball bat and opened it. I was in shock. My mother was dead and there was a letter written in blood saying, “You’re next.”

I called the police and they said they would put search for the killer. They looked for finger prints and searched all night. I couldn’t go to sleep that night. I wound up falling asleep on the floor. I woke up in a dark room. There were teddy bears on a shelf but there was something weird about them. They had human eyes and human teeth. Inside them were actual human organs and human hearts. All the hearts looked like someone took a bite out of them and all were still beating. And the bears were labeled with names.

I passed out I woke up again to a dark figure it was wearing a cloak. I couldn’t see anything, but orange glowing eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth. It smiled at me and said, “Hello my friend. I’m going to give you challenges in your dreams. Anything physical will happen in real life so if you die in your dream, you will die in real life.” He hit me in the head with a club and knocked me out.

I woke up (or so I thought) in a pitch black room. Soon a candle lit up on a night table and it was a room looked like it was from the 1800s. I had a note pad I looked and written in blood. It said, “Good luck.” So I started drawing on the note pad (that’s what I do when I’m scared at home) and another message in blood popped up on the note pad saying, “What are you doing? Don’t waste this paper, you retard! It’s the only way I can communicate with you in 1790. I was an Irish slave here in Virginia.” Another message on the note pad said, “The only way to survive is to find the place where the satanist ritual was put on me to have everlasting life.” I was shocked I wrote, “How old are you?” He replied, “11.”

So I went on my way in the morning. There were signs leading me to the ritual site. When I got there, dead bodies of Irish slaves were everywhere. I found the pentagram and a golden heart in the middle of it with another bite bitten out of it he wrote, “Grab it.” so I did and I started floating he wrote, “Bite it.” I was disgusted I wrote, “Eeewww no! Why are you doing this?” He wrote back, “You can become what I am: A Hunter of the Hunted.” I bit it and swallowed. I instantly threw it up. I was brought out of the dream world and I was something different. I was the dark Messiah.

“I am the Hunter of the Hunted. Love everything you can before I take it from you!”

Author’s Note: Story written by Anonymous_user’s. I do not own the rights for Battlefield 4 nor Xbox all rights reserved to Microsoft corporation and DICE.