The Sly Fox

The First Hunt

     It's been two months since my first meal. I just turned 18 a few days ago. I got a weird mask from my mom a few day ago. She says it was my dads. A black fox mask with blue stripes under the eyes and on the nose, and a blue ring on the forehead, in between the eyes. She says it will help with my hunting, not only for hiding my identity, but also, it will be like my father is with me. He died before I was born so I didn't have the chance to meet him. Mom says he got in a fight with one of his prey. He was a small fry, but he was as dangerous as my father. My mother couldn't go with him that night, because she was eight months pregnant with me. That's why my sister and I are the only children. That's also the reason my mother named me Fox. My sister is not like us, she is not a psycho like me and my mother are. My parents tried to get her into it as a child, but she just continuously resisted. So, they gave up on her. My Mom didn't try the same thing with me, she couldn't afford to. She wanted to, it's just that without someone with her to watch me, she couldn't go out for the whole night. She couldn't call a babysitter, and bring home a dead man. So, she raised me as a normal child, in a normal world.

     Mom finally showed me the ropes of how to hunt alone. She said she would come with me, but only to watch. She could not help in the ceremonial first hunt of her child. Before, she only brought me along, showing me what to do. But now, I finally get to do it on my own. She brought me down to the basement, a place where I was never allowed to go. The whole basement was riddle with weapons, body parts, hooks, and what I could only describe as what looked to be a harvesting station. On the far wall, adjacent to the stairs, there was a button. Mom went over to push it, and the opened up to reveal a compartment filled with weapons. There were no guns, only melee weapons. This was a quiet game, meant for the dead of the night. The sound that should be heard, are the beautiful screams of the victims. There were two sections. One labeled for me, and one for my sister, Sarah. It seems as if Mom wanted more children, because there are tree more empty shelves, with no names.

     She says she brought my sister down here when she was my age. She tried to grant our mother's wishes, but it didn't exactly work out. Her first hunt went really well. She killed the guy, but she wouldn't stop stabbing him. Mom said my sister didn't want to eat him, so she just continuously slaughtered him. He was completely inedible by the time she was done. Mom then decided that she didn't have to do this anymore, so she didn't push it onto her. My sister is 7 years older than me, so I wasn't old enough to know about any of this. She moved out four years ago, so I don't really get to see her much anymore.

      I was shocked to see what she had used. Her shelves had only two weapons. A crossbow, and a short dagger. She also had a mask. A white cat with a red floral pattern. It doesn't have a mouth on it because we need our mouths to be free when we devour our pray. I asked Mom why her mask was of a cat, and she said that it's just what she chose.

     I finally looked over at my shelf to see loads of weapons to choose from. There were plenty of different styled daggers and hatchets, a few battle axes as well. Even some bow and arrows. What really caught my was a katana. But it wasn't your traditional katana, it was more modern. A black hilt and a black blade, Perfect to match my soul. I thought it would go well with my martial art skills.

      Mother said I can choose two more weapons, but one of them needs to be a long range weapon. I found my eyes drifting toward the bow of my dreams. A black obsidian bow, with somewhat tribal markings on it. It was like a bow from a video game. It was exquisite, Perfect in every way, shape, and form. I had a choice of many arrows to go with the bow. Wooden arrows with obsidian tips to match the bow, or some white arrows that match the complete opposite of the bow I have chosen. I was about to reach for the arrows that matched my bow before Mom stopped me. She walked over to another wall in a nicer place in the basement, but instead of pushing the button that was clearly visible, she told me not to push it and walked away. I was tempted to push it immediately, but after a few second of agonizing anticipation, a door opened to a dark hallway. Mom came back down stairs and told me to go in. I hesitated and asked what the button was for, and she said it was a trap, that spikes would come up through the floor and kill anyone in an instant. I eventually went inside the dark, creepy hallway with my mother close behind. She flicked a switch and I was blinded by the light of the heavens. No, it was just regular lights. I saw my parents names written the walls. One side said Martin and the other said Diana. I saw what used to be the best years of their lives. 10 years of love and psycho killing, all in one room. I've never been so amazed. My mother's side was minimalistic, a few daggers, a blue and white battle axe, and an ivory cross bow. Her mask was white bunny Japanese mask, with the same designs as mine. My Father's side, on the other hand, was stock full of weird contraptions. I did recognize the switch blades and bows, but the arrows, or at least what I thought were the arrows, were completely different than what I knew. Mom says he was an inventor, probably the best there was. The arrows were completely made of some type of metal. I picked one up to find it lighter than an actual arrow. Mom told me to push in the tip of the arrow. When I did, spikes came from the base of the tip. I knew exactly what the were for. Just the thought of all the pain to be inflicted made me blush. I also saw this awesome bow, even more perfect than the obsidian bow. This one was wooden with intricate design. I asked if I can take it instead, and Mom said I could. Mom suggested taking some daggers for self-defense. She said that it wouldn't count as my third weapon, but I should wait till I was more experienced to make the decision.