Chapter 3
...nothing.
Not a hint of large figures that were chasing me. No tracks of their footsteps. Nope. Nothing.
The only ‘thing’ there was the wind playing with the leaves.
As if they just evaporated into thin air and ‘play’ with the dried dead leaves on the moist ground...
Could they?
This made no sense. At all!
But then again, I could have easily out-run them at my rate seeing as their bulky built body is incapable of acquiring such stamina that I possessed. Right?
However, I prefer the former explanation.
I’m no believer of the unknown but something tells me this is no ordinary cannibals I deal with everyday. There were folktales of such existence but they were only for scaring little kids in the night so the adults could go killing themselves in hope that their kids won’t follow their similar footsteps that was unruly.
But it didn’t work. Not as effectively as they had hoped.
Nonetheless, it made me think that it might be real. As a renowned undiscovered hunter, I am adventurous too.
And I need answers.
Panting heavily, I tried to calm myself by taking deep breaths of air by the gallons. My skin glistened with small droplets of sweats under the rays of the morning sun peering through the thick trees looming above me both left and right. Once my breathing is back to normal I begin to draw out a plan, a strategy in my head.
Dragons in Mount Huantakulu? Impossible! They were extinct long ago even before the dawn of time. The last one was seen locked away in the dungeons of the Dibette tribe away from any source of light which gives them vigor, in the hands of the first chief himself: High Chief Shantu. I heard the little birds say that the poor creature died due to depression. Not a good thing.
Is that how I will die too? So far I have escaped from every single attack from those cannibals and still lives in nothing more than a lion’s den? With nothing to look forward to each day, will I simply wilt and rot away? What more there is left to look forward to when you live in uncertainty? You have no idea, nobody does because no one is like me; always awake just for the first rule of survival in this world I'm living in. Hell, I’m surprised that I haven’t died of depression myself!
Ok, so if whatever I’ve heard is real, then... it could only mean one thing: get the egg before them.
Easier said than done, I racked my puny unnourished brain for a plan. I wasn’t formally educated nor are any of the cannibals save for the ignoramus chief elders or high chief which he has to in order to sit his fat ass on the highest ranking of all the tribe. But I don’t think he bothered to absorb anything unless it’s about war strategies or how to control your people. A-ny-way, I’ll need more information on the whole scenario before forming a proper plan or any plan at all.
I groan. This is getting nowhere... the only place I knew to get the information is back to the village.
I groan again. Each time I go to the village, my birthplace, there’re bound to have a few hundred pairs of eyes following my figure every second filling their corrupted minds with thoughts that are too inhuman to say. Not only do they look at me like food but also for sex especially since I emanate/emit a strange smell known as ‘maturity’. Both in means maximum pleasure enough to satisfy them only for a day however as the whole cycle repeats itself again the next sunrise.
And that is only the beginning.
Awkwardness? Feeling a sense of insecurity? I could say no more for they dawn onto me like a labourer carrying a large stone enough to kill his own self if he loses balance and fall. What more with the fatigue and lack of any real rest, one might just drop dead in an instant but not me. I hung on the best I could. Don’t ask me why go through all this because I want to know too, badly in fact. Pain and suffering are part of reality and life itself, all I ever could think of to keep me going. Mostly insane at times delusional. But I still hung on, hung on the thin life thread which is nothing more than a strand of hair that’s so fine like silk but fragile. Finding for luck occasionally half of the cannibals will be too tired, or lazy, to get up so early after a night’s out drinking and the all time favourite: fucking. Screwed up in their life, that’s what they resort to. Waste away like that knowing soon they’ll be dinner to some though not me.
The dried leaves rustles and crunches under my feet layered by a mere leather shoe I stole from a shop 3 years ago. It had been my greatest prize yet! Honestly, I didn’t want to steal it but circumstances led, no, forced me into doing so. But I’m not sorry. I know it’s wrong and everything but these people stole my life! They left me sleepless nights everywhere I am. Is that fair? I’ve been suffering for 12 years and yet I only took one priceless good which can be replaced within a month, that’s all! And my life can’t even be restored or replaced or compensate for the mental torture that nearly consumed me one time, how can you do that? I’m just a girl, trying to be herself only asking to be loved and some security, is that too much to ask?!
I kick against the leaves as if teasing and playing with the wind that was still blowing. It tugs at my hair and then wiping it in my scarred face. I run my fingers in between my hair and gently pushing it behind my ears only to be blown again in my face. Exasperated, I spin to one side swiftly and faced the direction where the wind is coming from. Its strong current pushes on my whole body gently but with force. It’s a soothing sensation I cannot describe. At this point, I could almost feel my mother’s touch when she stroked me those times when I visited her in secret. It’s true my father has gone way overboard these recent years and is very unstable to be around him what more when he sees me after neglecting me all those years. I’d imagined he would hurt my mother and kill the both of us for a party. Sad... what can I do...?
After a satisfied renewed feeling the wind has given me, I take my leave and walk to the...
Wait! This isn’t the way I came from. I turn to the other path. No, this isn’t it either...
Crap! Which way did I come from again?
***
“Ouch! You fool! Why did you trip over me? There are so many things to trip on and it had to be me.” Brown mass of a hair flopped on his head, Arcsine cursed at almost everything he could always emphasizing on the last few words.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to. It was Kave’s fault! He pushed me a-“ Noble in his speech, Eramith tried to protest in his ruthless way but was quickly snapped by Kave.
“What?! I didn’t push you! That stupid son of a- LION head-butted me causing me to fall! What did you expect to happen? That I would fly and hold up the 10 or 20 or so lions? Hold on, or is it 12-“ Generally cannibals are poor in calculation so Kave is no exception.
“Oh, shut up!” shouted Arc. “You nincompoops! If it wasn’t for either of you, we would have gotten the girl just now. Then we-“
“Excuse me, mister boss! If you hadn’t fall out of the grass, she wouldn’t even break for it! You-“ interjected Kave.
“And you, mister know-it-all! If you hadn’t talked so loud we might have even took her by surprise! Ha!” Arc spat on the ground nearly hitting Kave’s hideous feet that had overgrown in a discomforting way.
Kave went silent followed by the other two comrades. There’s something lurking nearby and it is not a welcoming sound even for fearless man-eaters such as themselves. They were all on their feet now locking away their enormous ego and hurdled close to each other under one of the many trees there.
“Err, guys? Do y-“ started Eramith.
Rain begun to pour on the plains like the tears on Han’s face.
***
Tears bursting out of my eyes, I walk cautiously into the village I knew. Tears of longing, they are... so as tears of hope, hope to end this cannibalism diet amongst the people I will love one day. But looking on the current situations, this is a mere dream, a childish nonsense lingering only in my head. Overambitious I am at times I played with arrogance to make myself feel better for these tears I knew never once did it bring joy to me least of all my mother.
“Mommy...”
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finally the 3rd chapter is here! haha lol xD
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