The Consequences Of My Actions

As I got closer though, I could suddenly hear the loud oar of what appeared to be a jaguar. Suddenly it jumped out of the thick jungle and attacked the person right in front of the box, thankfully though they jumped out of the way just in time. Instead of running though, the nomad seemed to get into a fighting position.

At first, I had assumed that all of them would end up ganging up on the jaguar as they looked to be a group of 10; once I got close enough, I was able to notice that they weren't small because they were far away, but rather because they were still young, looking no older than 10.

I could now tell that the other children were too scared to intervene and see that the kid in the fighting position was basically alone. I immediately threw my ax at the stomach of the jaguar, hoping for it to make it in time.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and as I saw the terror in the children's eyes, I began to blame myself for the whole situation. If I had never poot the food thee none of this would have happened, they wouldn't be here; no one would be in danger.

I made myself a promise to make sure to make it up to the kid as soon as all of this was over and he was safe again. And thankfully, the ax had made a clean hit onto the jaguar's stomach, making it so that the jaguar screamed in pain.

As it was on its way to the side and I prepared to through my other ax at it though, I could see as it twisted its neck and bit the kid on his neck with all of the force that it could muster, pulling the kid down with it.

After that, the second ax I threw made a clean heat on its neck and killed it for good, but I didn't celebrate. I was too shocked at what had happened right before me, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing wasn't real, that it was some sort of illusion.

The image before me threw my mind into chaos as I tried to come up with some sort of excuse to throw the blame off of myself. I couldn't believe what was before my very eyes. I didn't want to; I couldn't afford to, I wasn't a murderer, that was impossible, I would ever hurt anyone, much less a child, what kind of sick bastard would do that, right? Right???

As I was beginning to lose my mind, I was haunted by his image, his lifeless eyes; it looked like even until his very last moment, he held hope; he was innocent, one that never did anything unnecessary to harm anyone. I could 'see the blood in my hands.' It felt surreal, like it was all a terrible nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

"I warned you host; this is a test, not a game, you seem to have forgotten that, blinded by success, look at what you've done, and for what, your own personal gain, seeing them only as bags of RP for you to plunder. Well, what now, you may have lost an RP point, but I think you know what you really lost."

'...I, I didn't want to hurt him, it was, it was a mistake….'

" A mistake to be sure, but an avoidable one; it doesn't matter what you wanted to do, what's done is done, you can't save him now, nor will you ever, but you have bigger problems in your hands. They are still children, you know, they might not know it was your fault, but that does not make them any less horrified by watching their 'brother' die before them. So get your shit together and help them; at least then, you will not be a complete monster, good luck host, you'll need it."

There was dead silence after that; the kid's eyes were open yet lifeless, he had been alive just a couple of seconds ago, and I had taken that away from him. I was disgusted with myself, but I knew that I had to walk towards the children if I wanted to offer any help. Before I could though, one of the kids hiding behind the now-dead child ran towards the unmoving body.

He stared at it blankly for a second before he began to poke the dead child's face, almost like he was trying to get him to wake up the same way oma did when I had gone to the system's space. Unlike when Omar did it, the dead child didn't respond, not that he could even if he wanted to.

Eventually, the child began to shed tears and cry while the rest were only beginning to make it out of their state of shock. I didn't know what to do and just froze up, unable to go up to help them and unable to look away, cursed to face what I had caused.