The Thousandth One

Predators and Ducklings

Three weeks later, there had been about two hundred more Deaths. We started to up the amount day by day, to start to freak people out. Even though it was only our two  hundredth Death, it doesn't mean that those were the only mortalities caused by our plan.

We had planned this very carefully. We studied the other humans for years and years. After about twenty of these Deaths, the other humans would soon start to freak out, they wouldn't trust each other for very much longer. We were right.

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Chaos erupted the streets. Everywhere I looked, there was destruction. I walked along the sidewalk, a baby was crying, there was a fight across the street. I quickened my pace, not wanting to get involved.

I hadn't heard from Truine for about two weeks until he called me telling me that I was needed for something else. I had to go to Central Park in New York.

"Hey! You come over here!" I ignored the voice and kept walking.

"Bitch I'm talking to you!" I turned around and looked at the yeller. He was about two heads taller than me, bald, very muscular.

Shit. I thought. This guy was not going to leave me alone.

"Why don't you come over here and play with me?" He taunted. He started to make his way towards me.

"I'd rather not," my heart started beating faster. He walked up to me, I could smell the alcohol and smoke on him.

"Well that's too bad, I bet we could've had a fun time," he said, brushing my hair behind my ear. I smacked his hand away. He jerked it back, I had hit him hard.

I turned to run but he grabbed me by the hair. "You know, I was going to be nice about this, but there went your chance." He turned me around and pulled me close to him. I started to scream. "It's no use sweet, no one cares about anyone 'cept for themselves an'more."

"Please don't do this," I started to cry.

"It's always more fun when they cry." He smirked at me. He lead me into an abandoned shack. My heart felt like it was about to break through my ribs. I started to shake and adrenaline was beginning to rush through my body.

He pushed me up against the wall, putting his mouth on my neck. I yelped, and he started to bite me. "You like that huh?" He asked into my neck.

"Please, stop," I begged. I knew I was not going to get out of this one.

"I want to hear you beg, beg for me."

"Please! St-"

"Beg for me, not for me to stop," he stepped back and started to take his shirt off. I took this second to act.

I kicked him as hard as I could in between his legs. He screamed and slapped my face. I kicked him again, he doubled over and I kneed him in the head. One last kick to the face and I ran out.

I stormed out the door crying and sprinted down the street. The people that were around didn't even give me a second glance, why would they?

I ran all the way to the park and stopped.  The pain was starting to get to my face and the ache to my legs. All the adrenaline was leaving me and I sat down. As I caught my breath I took a look around. There was no one here.

I started to walk around again, I needed to find Truine.

I saw him sitting on a bench, watching ducks in the water. "Such innocence, isn't it?"

"I didn't think you would be the one to care about things like that," I spat at him.

"Well when I need to, I do. Come sit." I sat down next to him. He continued to stare at the ducks. "You know, when a duck is born, it follows the first thing it sees for a long time."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, confused.

"So if a duck was to see a toddler right after its born, it would follow the toddler instead of its own mother." He said, ignoring my question. He turned to look me in the eyes. "I need to tell you something."

"What?" I was getting nervous.

"You were not raised following your mother duck, you were raised following the toddler."

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