Prey and Predator

Anything can happen in the darkness of the night. 
Exhaling,
she watches her breath create a slight fog in the chilly air of the dark and
unsettling forest. The night falls upon the woods. As any regular inhabitants
of this world should already know, danger follows closely after the darkness
that surrounds them. 
Red,
glowing eyes seem to stare at her from the edges of the forest. She hears the
rustling of branches and grass due to the movements of the lurking mobs. But
they just stood there, staring at her and making their usual noises, as if
something was causing them to go against the urge to walk forward. 
Something
that scares them so much that they are going against their natural
instincts. 
She
adjusts the hood of her black cloak to cover more of her face in order to
shield herself from the harsh weather and continues walking forward. 
After
quite a while of walking, she suddenly encountered a quaint little wooden
house. Smoke was coming out of its chimney and the door was open, spilling out
the firelight inside as if promising shelter and warmth to all those who enter
the cottage. 
A young
man suddenly emerged from the house, looking over her with a warm and inviting
smile on his face. He was tough-looking, with a scar on the right side of his
cheek that seems to be created fighting mobs. 
“You must
be a lost traveller, eh? Ah, I must invite you inside of my humble house to
speak. The woods are cold are dark, and I’ve heard that there are monsters that
eat human flesh in these forests. Come on in, my friend.” He holds the door
open for her. She considered something, then nodded, walking into the house. Before
he also went in, the man looks outside of the door as if checking for
something. He notes that there were no mobs, strangely, but dismisses it up to
luck. He then closes and locks the door with an unsettling smile. 
The living
room of the house is simple. There are only the basic necessities to survive
and a few cupboards, no more, no less. If one didn’t know better, some might
even think that the house was not inhabited by anyone at all. The lighting is
not as good as what it seemed like outside, and candles are the only source of
light. Shadows dance around the house forebodingly. Spiderwebs fill every
corner of the house. Though, the ambience reminded her of her own house, minus
the spiderwebs. 
The man
holds out a chair for her to sit in. After she sat down, he walked up to the cupboards,
gathered some stuff, then walked to the furnace to make a warm cup of hot
chocolate. He sprinkles something into the hot chocolate, turning his head to
check if she noticed or not. Instead, she seemed to be looking around and
examining a spider on its web in a corner of the house.
“Why don’t
you clean out the spiders in your house?” She asks casually as if not at all
noticing the creepy atmosphere of the house.
“They kind
of remind them of myself.” He replied gently.
The girl
looks at him with an indistinguishable expression.
She
thought for a while, “Hm. Interesting. Though, through that logic, I would say
I relate more to snakes.” She pondered to herself.
Seeing
that his guest has made herself at home, he turns back to the hot chocolate,
his eyes tainted with a slight shade of red as the strange smile returned to
his face. He brought his hand up to his lips, licking a few weird red stains
away from his hand, savouring it as if it was the tastiest thing in the world.
In fact, if you would look closer, the red stains are also apparent in multiple
areas of his clothes. 
“Would you
like some hot chocolate?” 
“Yes,
please.” She looks down at the floor, pulling her hood down more as if trying
to cover something on her face. “You’re a very nice person, sir. Not many
people would have the compassion and kindness to help a traveller in need.”
The man
lips curled into that strange smile again. Then, he started chuckling creepily
to himself, which turned into full-on maniacal laughter.
She stares
at the man blankly. Suddenly, she seems to notice a mutilated arm sticking out
of one of the cupboards. The blood on the arm was already dried up, and flies
were buzzing around the rotting flesh. She falls from her chair and points to
the arm. 
“Wh…what
is that?!” She cries out.
“Hehehehe…”,
The man’s smile stretched far too wide across his face to be human. “How
embarrassing, it seems like you’ve discovered my little secret. Well then…I
hope you don’t mind becoming my next meal!”
The man
suddenly lunged towards her with a butcher knife hidden in his sleeves. 
And
finally, the predator shows their claws and teeth to their victim after playing
around with its prey for so long.''
CRACK! 
 
The
sickening sound of a broken neck echoed across the house. Several agonizing
screams followed soon after. 
Anything
can happen in the darkness of the night. 
The man
lies on the floor, dead as blood seeped from his neck, his eyes bulging out in
disbelief. The butcher knife lies beside him, but the blade was bent and
useless. The girl is kneeling over the corpse. The shadows seem to twist and
turn around her as if a monster seeking affection from its master.
The girl
calmly looks at the blood that has splattered onto her clothes, knowing that
it’ll dry up very soon on the dark abyss that is her black cloak. She took down
her hood, revealing her pair of eye-sockets that’s leaking a suspicious black
liquid. and blood-red lips with sharp canines that’s also too wide to be human.
“A flesh-eating
monster…was he talking about me?”, She mutters to herself. 
She looks
at the corpse on the ground indignantly. This type of meal doesn’t even begin
to bring out her appetite. Shaking her head, she turns around and walks through
the locked door that opened on its own, as she returned back into the darkness.  
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