The creature

The creature walked through the trees, just close enough to the path that it could see it but the people on it can't see it. He was headed towards his makeshift home.

It wasn't his home, he knew it. It was off. He didn't like this.

There was new creatures he's never seen before, but they are very tasty. They have helped him survive in the place that's not home.

He wants to go home. Now. Right now. But he can't. He just can't get home. He can't find his way. He was lost in an unknown place.

He couldn't stand the way the poor creature's faces are full of terror when they see him. Why are they so terrified of him? True he did see them as food, so they had a point to dislike him.

Where was he? Where was this path at? Where was his home? This place looks nothing like his.

How did he get here? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was here and not home. He longed for his home, his friends, his family.

He missed the black trees and their golden leaves. He missed the blood red moon against the blue sky during the day. He missed the taste of his prey.

None of the creatures here seemed to hear him when he calls out to them. Maybe they don't understand. He wishes to communicate with someone. Anyone. He hates feeling alone.

He missed his mate and children. He missed his friends. He missed his hunting trips. He missed joking around with random strangers. And he missed the god damned cat. Yes, they have cats, get over it.

Now, he walked through the woods heading on his usually way "home". When he smelled the stench of blood. It was close. Too close to his home.

Oh no, no no no no no. They can't discover his home. They will find things they will not like! Run. He ran home. He must protect his precious things. His "home" must be protected.

Bang!

He heard a sound. A new sound he never heard before. What was it? What caused it? The smell of blood grew heavier as he neared his home.

He reached his cave. The front covered in hanging vines. Bushes of colorful berries were arranged in front to create a beautiful appearance in front of the cave. His cave now. No one else's. No one else can admire it.

In the clearing in front of the cave stood two of the creatures that taste yummy to him. They both had weird things in their hands. They were pointing it at an old cat jumping around in a closed off area. They did something and the thing exploded and that noise was there again.

The cat jumped at the sound. What are they doing to that poor cat? How dare they do that. He stepped out of the cover of the trees. He stood there, debating. Debating what to do out in the open. All of him exposed in the light of the early rising sun.

He realized the cat seemed to be in pain. This enraged him more. He blindly walked forward. The movement of him was saw by one of the creatures-the badlings as he will now call them- and shouted his fears to the person next to him.

"Dude! What the fuck is that thing?"

"Ugh it sticks!"

"Dude, it smells like you're mom, trust me I did her in last night."

"Aw man I told you my mom was off limits!"

"I don't give a fuck."

Unamused, he walked towards the Badlings. They said that this was all a prank. What's a prank? Oh well, they are going to die.

He raised one clawed hand at one of the Badlings and brought it down across his chest. He's claws shredded through clothes, meat, and bones. The Badling fell, crippled, dead at his feet. The other one moved the object to point at him.

Bang!

Ow! Pain! His chest felt like it was on fire! What just happened? Why does it hurt? It's hard to breathe. He heard nervous laughter from in front of him.

"Ha....haha.... take that you fucking monster!"

He felt his strength begun to dip. He was getting weaker every second. What was happening? He needed to get away. Back to his home. He'll be safe there. Move. Move body. Just... get... there.... The last thing he remembered was seeing the tree line, then watching helplessly as the ground rushed up to meet him.