Hunter

I haven't wrote anything worth reading in a long time (if ever) So although I don't have time but I think I need to write something. It's kind of a BirthDay gift for myself. :)

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“Relax, you can do it!” I kept repeating that in my head, with every step I moved toward her. There she was standing beside a tree. She didn’t sense me. There she was, sampling the plants, taking a bite of a little bush. My little Deer, My prize, My love, If only I could get you. For many days I’ve been wondering around looking for you. But you ran away every time. I won’t let it happen again. This is my life is all about. This is my reason; this is my divine goal; God have created me for this single day. I was creeping closer like a snake, and as hungry as a Wolf. I hope my heart beat won’t give me away, it was rising with every step. I pointed my gun at you. Everything was ready for this sacred moment. I could feel the divinity of my work. The divine pleasure of killing you. I could see the truth, but you refuse to believe it. So I have no choice but to convince you with any means necessary, You need to come to the light. A place where darkness would fall. I don’t believe I am better than you, I believe you are lost. Lost in the shadows forever and death might be the only answer for you. With these feelings I pulled the trigger. In the very last moment you tried to seduce me with your beautiful eyes, but it was too late. Now I could only see blood splashing out of your neck. And you died.

“It’s done!” I said, but not with joy. I should be happy, I should be proud. I should be jumping in thrill; I should be praying the God for completing his mission. There was it, my key to go to heaven, My prize, My award, My dead little Deer. But something was wrong! Something I never felt before. My soul was burning. I couldn’t understand why. I went closer and stand above the dead deer. Her beautiful body was in blood; her eyes were dead. Laying on the ground, lifeless. The clerics of our tribe always told me about this day. They said after you killed your deer, you would feel the divine pleasure of standing beside the God. But I couldn’t feel that. My soul was burning. I closed my eyes and these images attacked me; I saw someone shooting at me and I fell; but somehow I could still see whats going on. He killed my wife, my son, my daughter, my dog; He burned down my house. After that I saw the shooter. It was me, I was the shooter. I opened my eyes; I understand it now. All these years of doubt. My teachers told me it was my lack of faith, That I needed to be closer to God, and it can only happen if I kill her. But now that she is dead; I understand. My eyes are filled with tears; My heart is broken. All these years I spend my life trying to kill the only thing that matters in my life. They told me, I would suffer for eternity if I refuse to do God’s will, but now I am suffering for the rest of my life. They told me, my weapon is sacred, that every bullet is a blessing, and by killing these beautiful devils I would gain honor. They were lying; or perhaps they are just blind.

And there she was, dead. Soon her body will decompose and join the planet. Soon her children would be eaten by wolfs or other predators. And Soon everything would be back to normal in this forest, except me. I didn’t do anything that would affect this place, this world. I only shot myself. I burned my own house by killing her. There is no heaven for her, why should be there one for me? I lie beside my dead Deer. There was nothing else in my life. I killed myself. With these thought I closed my eyes. I could hear they were coming closer. The smell of blood lured them here. Soon I will join this planet. Maybe in this way I would be one with the universe and I would become the God!

“All Life is Sacred, All life is beautiful”

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This story is only written for entertainment proposes and does not reflect my opinion.

Good luck!...

P.S: Any comment is appreciated.