The Sly Fox

The Feast Begins

      Growing up overweight was always a challenge. As 10 year old boy, I'd already surpassed the 200lb mark. I cried when I found this out. I wasn't ready to be obese. But that didn't stop me from eating my family out of house and home. My name is Fox, and yes, that is my real name. Because I grew up a little chubby, okay, a LOT chubby, I was bullied. Completely to tears, and I didn't know what to do about it. I was young, so the though of exercising didn't cross my mind. In fact, the mere idea of running made me physically sick.

      Being bullied made me insanely depressed. I tried to fight back every now and then by saying, "If you don't stop calling me fat, I'll eat you!" Of course, I was kidding at the time, but I had the feeling of constant anger for these people, I couldn't help but think of their death. But, over time, I eventually forgot about them. It wasn't until sophomore year when I stared to work out and eat healthy. It took me a year to finally lose all that weight, I have nothing left to be bullied for. But, there's always been this feeling of regret that I never actually stood up for myself all those years ago. It wasn't until recently that I started having these urges, though. A few weeks back, I decided to go and meet up with my old bully. We met in front of the school. I was really nervous, because he had this really What-the-fuck-do-you-want look scowling his face. I've never been that scared in my life. We talked, I wanted him to apologize, and being the dick that he is, he got furious and swung a punch at me. I couldn't dodge, even with all of my martial arts lessons. We fought for a good two minutes, before he tackled me. He put his hand over my mouth, trying to suffocate me. It was in that moment when I got this overwhelming desire to bite him.

      I bit his middle finger in attempt to set myself free. But I bit harder than I expected. I heard a crack, and the next thing I tasted was blood. Now, you would think I spit it out immediately, but I didn't. I savored the taste, I loved it. I even wanted more. I stared to chew. The crunch of the bone was music to my ears. The look on his face was ecstasy. His screams were amazing, just to here the one I hated for most of my life screaming at the top of his lungs, nearly ran me insane. I could feel my face getting hot and flushed. I was getting aroused. I still get turned on thinking about the experience. I looked at him with lust and hunger in my eyes. The desire took control of me, I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't help but eat his entire finger. He wouldn't be fucking anyone with that finger again. I wanted more.

     I lunged toward him. It was like I was just watching trough the eyes of someone else. Just enjoying the ride. I would've went for the neck, but I wanted to see him in even more pain. I bit his left cheek instead. The screams were loud and amazing. I'm surprised no one could hear them. There was a hole where his cheek once was. You could see his teeth even when he closed his mouth. Blood gushing from his wound and the same blood on my lips were deep red. I used to hate the sight of red, whether it be blood or paint. Just the sight of it would make me wanna barf. But now, I honestly can't live without seeing it everyday.

     The delicious flesh was almost too much to handle. I almost fainted from the ecstasy. My heart was beating faster than the flaps of a hummingbirds wings. My blood was rushing to my head. I wanted to go on forever, but I didn't want to make anymore noise, just in case someone came by. So, I finally chomped his thick neck with my teeth. The crunch from his major artery and esophagus made my mind go numb. I tore the piece of his neck and he finally went limp. The blood sprayed all over my face and chest. He slumped to his knees and fell sideways. I was a little disappointed that I couldn't hear his screams anymore. Oh, well. I'd have plenty of feasts to come.

     I couldn't go home, not covered in blood. I hated that I had to leave my first meal there, but I was an amateur. I didn't even come close to having the right tools to harvest the meat. So, I ran. I ran far. Enough to lose sight of the school. I could see a river in the distance. I sped up for it. I finally got up to the bank. I considered jumping in, not only to clean off the blood, but to get rid of the evidence. Jail was not an option. not for me. nothing can stop me now. I jumped in the river to clean myself. The water was so fucking cold. I couldn't stand it. But, I pushed through. After a few minutes of rinsing off the blood, I felt a rumble in my stomach. All the human flesh was fighting for domination. Unfortunately, it lost. It all came up through my mouth. I was vomiting in the river, which was really bad, considering that it had a literal finger in it. Well, finger debris. Hopefully, they passed it off as animal vomit and blood. I eventually went home to see my mother worried sick about me. Before you ask. No, I did not eat my mother.

     I've come far in these three weeks. I can finally keep down the deliciousness of human flesh. I know the exact moment when I need to strike. I know where, as well. I've found someone else like me, someone who loves the adrenaline of the hunt. She said she would teach me her ways. It's a good thing I love with her. I doubt I would've been able to hide from her much longer than I already did. I truly believe my mother is the best teacher I've had. She and I have been hunting the prey of our city for three day now, and I believe I'm ready to go out on my own. So be prepared, for I am fierce and hungry.

     Just so you know, I may be a cannibal, but I don't eat it everyday. It's like cake, I love to eat it, but too much is dangerous. I can survive off the same food most people eat, I've been doing it for years. But human flesh has a certain exotic taste that not many people know. I've heard rumors of extra dangerous people like my mother and I. I believe they live far away, but not so far that we can't find each other. I wrote my story, not to warn you, but to call out to others like me. Not just cannibals, but all killers alike. I would like you to know, I am The Sly Fox, and the world is my rabbit. You can't hide in your little hole forever.