It was a cold misty night. I was strolling around the forest looking for my next victim. It had been a successful week so far. I had killed 2 humans, 3 deer, 1 wolf, and 8 birds. One of my best weeks yet. I was still wandering around, when I heard footsteps. I stood still, listening closer. I could hear 5 people, no 6 laughing and talking. I creeped towards the direction of the sound. I couldn't see them yet but I could hear them more clearly. I stepped as quietly as possible. After years of practice I have mastered it. No one could hear my steps. Their voices became louder and louder until I finally saw them. 3 boys and 3 girls. They had no idea I was there. This was going to be the perfect kill for the perfect week. I counted to 3 in my head. "One, two, three..." That's when I bolted out from behind the tree! They screamed and tried to scramble away. "Shit!" One yelled, as I ran towards him. He tried to run but I was too fast. I drove my antlers straight through his body. There was several loud cracks as they shattered his ribs. He dropped down dead. One girl was staring at me shocked unable to move. I rushed at her full speed. This time I used my front hooves to kick her head. 2 down, 4 to go. I ran around killing one after another. After I was done, I went around checking the bodies to make sure I got them all. One, two, three, four, five. Where's the last one?! I checked again. Still only five. This is bad! One had escaped! I have ruined the perfect week and if I don't find the guy he will tell the authorities! I will get hunted down! Oh no...
