Consumed By Darkness

Humans never learn. They never pay attention to their conscious thoughts, warning them that a predator is near. Those tiny hairs on the back of their neck rising, their body going hot. The heart starts racing it, becomes harder to breath. The palms get sweaty. These are the warnings they should listen to. They might have had a chance to turn around. To go home and pretend they are safe another day. Or get a head start, because when they are looking into the eyes of their end, when they realize that they are the hunted and not the hunter, it is too late. They are looking at me, and I always love a good chase.