Smokey the, not so nice, bear

Hunter becomes the hunted

Dedicated to Izzy for the inspiration on this chapter

Thank you for giving me reads, but please try therapy
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Crunch
the branch breaks under my foot. I curse under my breath as the pack of doves that I was hunting flapped away. I continue through the woods, scanning the trees for other creatures as I walked. For about 100 feet there was not a soul, not a single movement. I sighed and slumped against a rock, disappointed that this would be an unsuccessful day. I ran my hands through my hair and grumbled incoherent words of perturb.
Well I may as well walk to the creek to see if there are any fish I think to myself. I stand up and shuffle down to the creek. I dip my hands in and feel the icey water on my fingertips. I peer into the water, my focus only on the rippling water. Suddenly I hear rustling and I whip around behind me. I see a figure in he trees and I squint to see the shadow better. I see small ears and thick fur... a bear.
I run towards it, shotgun in hand. It starts sprinting away and the chase begins. It's a risky move but I can't feel satisfied about today without at least one kill. Plus, I need a new rug.
I'm sprinting through the lush green bushes, almost tripping on stubborn tree roots. I'm racing to catch up, panting as I continue through the forest. I see it turn but when i follow, the bear is no where in sight. I scratch my head and look around. I stomp angrily and childish. I'm about to walk back home but when I turn around, I see Smokey sanding there. I jump back, slightly startled.
"oh my, hey Smokey" I pant, tired from all the running. He looks me up and down and brings his paw to the tip of my gun, he lowers it before I even realized I was still holding it up.
"Sorry about that, I was hunting a bear" I chuckle. His face goes from empty to upset.
"You were hunting WHAT" he bellows. I back up and gulp.
"Oh um, it was just a wild bear. I thought it was gonna hurt me or something" I say, trying to come up with a realistic excuse.
"I don't appreciate CARELESS men coming into MY home and trying to kill my BRETHREN" he booms, his voice echoing throughout the trees. I try to speak but my voices barely comes out a whisper. His eyes are red with rage. I try to move but it feels like my feet are stuck to the floor. He grabs the gun out of my shaking hand and bends it over in half, without a ting of struggle. Suddenly then disheveled gun is brought up to my head and slammed against my skull. I fall to the floor, writhing in pain. I bring my hands up to my head and feel sticky blood on my palms. I'm slipping out of conciseness until finally the darkness consumes me.
When I awake I'm tied to a tall redwood tree. My head still aches but Smokey is no where to be found so I try to untie the knots that hold me. I'm paying so much attention to the ropes that i dont see Smokey until his hand is clasped around my throat. I gag and pant but Smokey shows no mercy. Right when I the light slipping away, he lets go and i take a deep breath. There is no point in begging so I just watch in horror as he brings a small lighter to my feet. He lights the rope and a spark shoots up my body until I feel myself start to melt. My screams echo through the forest but Smokey just watches as I'm taken by death. He stares and my skin boils. And he laughs as I take my last breath and says,
"Another job well done"