The Hunt.

I clutched the bow, the arrow quivered in my fingers. I took my aim- when a sharp light distracted me. The arrow slipped- zooming through the air, it's trajectory far from my intend.

He looked up, vigorously shifting his head in pursuit of the arrow's owner. His small, gloomy eyes looked in my direction. Finally, aware of the danger, he leaped away from me running for his life- gasping for air. I had lost the hunt; I knew I wouldn't get another hunt like that today.

"Hey Jack, look at what I caught!" My companion said from behind.

I saw, as he widened his grin, a rabbit struggling from his strong grip; Its coat shining in the afternoon sun, giving it a brown- caramel colour.

"This small guy- will pay for nothin!" I grumbled, disgusted by the size of it.

I continued my trek in finding something worthy to pay for the bills stacked up in the hut. The most precious thing, I had caught, this week was a hare bigger than my arm. 'Now that was a catch!' I thought to myself.

I crossed the endless sea of green trees and bushes. My feet silently landed on the wet soil- as I made my way through the million bushes laid around me. 'I have to catch something- anything!' I was desperate and angry- the two enemies of a hunter. 'Where did it go?' I shifted my head from one end to another. Desperate to find something other than the endless greenery.

And then I saw.

Slacking between two- lush green bushes, its hooves digging the brown mud beneath it, as it ravished the leaves with its teeth. 'This was it!' I crept closer to my target. He had no idea whatsoever- that he was being hunted. My eyes sparkled with anticipation; I flicked my red hair behind.

This was the moment I had trained my fingers for. My two fingers grasped the arrow from its tail, the third supported the others as they pulled the string. I brought the now prolonged string close to my chin, my fingers now softly touching my chin. The tip of my nose tapping the string of my bow- 'This is it!'. Without once closing my eyes I released the arrow.

I missed! He was still standing in his glorious stance. However, he had stopped his feast. Suddenly without a warning it slumped, and I knew- I knew that I had won. I had won this battle- the hunt.

The arrow pierced through his skin- I could see the crimson blood clearly now- seeping through the perfect wound. I rushed towards the slowly dying deer, as he took his last breath. His eyes glimmered as it took in his final sight- the sight of his murderer.

The blood corrupted the lush green field. However, I knew it had to be done.

In order to survive, I had to do it. I sat there looking at his blank eyes. Influenced by power, the one's with power- enforce, those inferior to them, with bills. The inferiors like me, with nothing to survive from hunt's, and makes a living by satisfying the needs of the one's in power- the superiors. The infinite cycle revolving again, and again for centuries on end. While one hunt ends, another- more crucial one begins.

Hey guys this is my first ever short story- too short I know, but when I wrote this- I was really touched by the emotions a simple hunt could portray.

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