Sukino

I watched them as they walked into the clearing. I watched as they split up. I watched as they walked towards the cave.

I felt a serge of hatred every time I looked at the shooter. I followed them and watched every step they took. I really wanted just to run out and rip the shooter to shreds. I hated him.

I watched as they investigated the cave. My home was being seen. By multiple people. I hate this feeling.

I watched as Alex and Jessie walked up. I watched as the shooter look angry and then defeated. I did not feel sympathy towards him. I couldn't. Not after what he's done.

I followed the shooter. I watched as he slowed his pace. He wants this. He wants me to kill him. He knows it's going to happen and he's not going to stop it.

I walked out of the woods once the bad people were out of sight. I ripped my claws through the shooter's body just like I did to his friend.

I took my time and savored his flavor. His taste soothed the anger that burn inside me. I ate him. Every inch of him was in my mouth, in my stomach, in my body. The hatred faded with every bite.

I finished my meal and headed back into the woods. I didn't care about the cops. I went back to the cave and called out to Alex.

Walking inside the cave I looked at Alex and Jessie. I could tell Jessie wasn't happy to see me despite the happy smile on her face. She doesn't like me.

Why doesn't she? Did I do something to her?

We talk about our normal things. This time they left only a couple hours after arriving. I laid down and closed my eyes. The cat climbed on my chest again.

Ah, so she's back?

I petted the cat as I thought of the flavor of the shooter. The memories of his taste came easily to the top of my tongue. I fell asleep dreaming of eating him. I woke up to find myself smiling through my dreams.