"Run."
I stare at him with fear and oblivion, the anger dissipating with every second.
"You're not getting any second chances." He grits out from in-between his locked jaw as he harshly let's go of my arm.
"3"
Run.
His eyes are set hard on my own.
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A predator and it's prey
A Cheetah and an infant springbok.
Nessie was a vegan...and it all went back to this one documentary she saw on National Geographic.
That was around the time when I came to know such terms even existed.
In Nessie's eye's a predator is selfish and heedless. Ofcourse I'm nobody to judge her but after a sleepless night of pondering over what causes this ravenous drive in a predator, I concluded that it was all a game of survival.
And in this game the power usually resides in the predators hands. That survival instinct in a prey is what causes it to become stronger over time and that hunger in a predator results in it competing with other predators over who feasts and survives with a well fed stomach.
While all of it had made Nessie realize that a predator is the antagonist and that there's no redeeming it's innocence after that-she no longer wished to be a predator-I understood that in this matter nobody truly can be at fault for both of them are at a life or death situation.
The relationship between predators and prey play an important role in structuring ecological communities.
One cannot blame either in this case.
Much like that night, the previous nights I hadn't gathered much sleep and came to a greater conclusion....a greater bolt from the blue.
I was the prey.
He who shall not be named had let me off the hook. The chase was all just to bring about trepidation in me.
Three nights of that trepidation haunting me every minute of my day...yet he didn't make a move.
The cheetah must be crouched behind a bush eyeing the baby springbok.
I stood in the very lush grass I had first come across my predator.
Why was I still here?
Well there's two possibilities here...One. The night I scampered across the hallways, nobody particularly kept a keen eye on the surveillance footage at the time....which to me, appears highly unlikely considering that this place is practically a penitentiary.
Two. The surveillance footage of that particular duration while I darted towards the room had been wiped off from existence. Coincidentally?
I don't think so.
Which predator wishes for it's prey to be put at a greater distance?
Surely not Aidan.
He'll pounce on me whenever the hunger gets to him.
I'm glad so far he's kept his distance.
I despise Aidan for all he's done. More importantly for the methods he'd used and the fact that he took it upon himself to punish that boy.
