The Predators Hunt

Training

I watch as the other two were trying to pound eachother into dust.  Roger and Grant were both getting pretty tired and sweaty from how long they've been on the mat, yet neither of them were proving to give in anytime soon.
  I sigh as the two brutes continue to pummel eachother until I felt a nudge against my arm.
  "Hey Winny, I think you did great up there." Jeremy smiles.
  I smile back, turning to face the mat just as Grant manages to knock Roger down. Everyone around me cheers as the two wobble away from the mat while taking off their headgear.
  "Hey Winda!" Grant jeered. "That's how you do it!" Him and Roger cruelly snickered.
  I sneer at them as they walked pass. God, I wanted to sock him in the face so hard. Jeremy put his hand on my shoulder.
  "Don't let them get to ya."
  "I know, I know." I huff. "I just wish they'd shut the hell up for once."
  "Me and you both." Jeremy nods.
  As everyone was marching back to the barracks, I overhear a few guys in front of me whispering and giggling about my "wipeout" on the mat. I clench my fists the entire rest of the way.
  When we got there, Jeremy sits next to me on my bunk, "Hey guess what? I heard we're going on a mission tommorow."
  My eyes widened with excitement, "Really? What kind?"
  Jeremy shrugged, "Dunno. All I heard is that it's pretty important."
  "Oh." My shoulders sag.
  I didn't bother hoping for a chance to join. Everyone, even the drill sargent, knows that I'm no good for anything important. Most of the people here always wonder why I even bothered joining the military in the first place.
  Yes I'm physically strong and athletic, but I'm slow, a poor fighter, and not very sociable. It seemed like the only thing I excel at is survival training.
  Jeremy saw her loss of interest, so he quickly added, "So, I begged the drill sargent to give you a chance. And guess what? He agreed!"
  I shot up from my bed, "Oh my God! Really?"
  Jeremy smiled nervously, "Y - yeah. It's just...you can only come if you stay in the back."
  I cross my arms and scowl.
  "Hey, his words, not mine." Jeremy put his hands up.
  I sigh and flop onto the bed, giving up, "Well. Guess it's better than nothing."
  Jeremy grinned, "That's the spirit. Besides, I'll be comin' along with you."
  I smiled at that knowledge along with the feeling of Jeremy slipping me a pack of cigarettes.
  "See ya tomorrow then." I yawn.
  "You too." Jeremy gave me a two finger salute and went to his own bunk.

I sat crouched outside behind my barrack, staring up at the sky. As I smoke my third cig, my mind began to wander to what had happened earlier that day.
  It was my turn on the mat, and Grant was giving me an evil grin. I remembered my arms shaking, sweat beading down her forehead, and my legs locking in place. As Grant swung at me, I felt his fist go straight into my stomach like a brick. I had felt like throwing up.
  This happened a few more times till I was wheezing without being hit. People had began to laugh. I couldn't remember why it took so long to throw my first punch. All I knew was that I was scared and Grant was so huge. His dark eyes glinted with a thirst for violence. And his grin never left as he delivered the final blow.
  I drop my finished cigarette, crushed it out with my fist, then sigh. I rub the side of my face.
  I look up to see an oddly big shooting star go by, then made a wish.