Lady Artemis

Prey

Humans are quite odd.
That's what I've found.
Now, I can understand curtain aspect of humanity. The parts you can see in other animals, but some things are more,
Abnormal.

Think about it.

We knew we were killing our only home, yet we didn't care to act when it mattered.

We kill for fun, we allow others to kill for fun.
We try to excuse it with various qualifications that only apply to specific groups of people.

My parents told me not to act like this.

Kill only when you must.
And seek forgiveness when you take a life.

I believe this is what separates me and the rest of the surviving population. Others kill to kill.

I kill to live.

That is the flaw in the way they paint my portrait.

The show me to be ruthless, someone who can carve through your families. Kill your whole army.

I see no reason to do so.
But they do not know that.
How could I tell them?

Fear mongering and lies, though wrong, are like cyanide. Powerful and potent. You wouldn't believe how little it takes to kill.
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I stalked through the underbrush.
My mother taught me how to move in such a way where sticks won't crack under your feet.

I carry a picture of them in my bag.

My knife is drawn.
I heard footsteps this way.
Not of the human variety.

I can see the buck up ahead.

He cannot sense me.

The red is a color I have gotten used too.

It has stained my clothes beyond wash.

My hands are in similar condition.

The deer is a plentiful meal. While I cook the venison, I take time to pray.
Artemis is the god my parents raised me in accordance with. It's where my name comes from.
I pray to her. I ask her to forgive me for killing a sacred animal. I hope she can understand why I harmed it.

The fire casts shadows around the dark forest basin.

Shadows blend together.

My senses slip.

So do I.

I've played right Into his hands.
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Where ever I am, for once my eyes cannot Register before my ears and nose.

That scares me.

What if the blood on my hands has finally overflowed onto the ground?

A man steps away from the shadows.

„You Fell to easy. Was that a façade? I Wonder."

„Would you like me to admit my defeat? Or shall I take you down? Put up the fight you expect?"

„You don't have to fight me, I'm perfectly content killing you right now"

„I'm afraid I'll have to go against your orders"

What her captor didn't know, was that she had already untangled her wrists from the back of the chair. He also hadn't removed all of the knives at her disposal.

He was dead before his witty response left his lips.

She stood up, grabbed her back from the corner, and ventured through the only door in the room.
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