Ruined (OPEN)
Jul 18, 2010 1:08:11 GMT -5
Post by chaseee on Jul 18, 2010 1:08:11 GMT -5
Alyss Evergreen
Somehow I knew today was going to be terrible. Right from the moment I stepped out of bed. My mind had told me, Alyss, prepare yourself, today is going to be an incredibly crappy day! I had ignored it though, much like I always do. My predections never end up coming true.
I am nothing but excited as I ready my weapons. My bow (of course), my quiver already slung over my back, a special knife I only use when going huning, and a small hatchet. My mother always told me I take too many precautions when I hunt. She had been wrong this time.
My father and I set off through the woods, starting out our hunting day early. I was wearing my normal hunting attire. A long-sleeved black shirt and loose black pants. It was the most comfortable thing I owned.
We had already killed two rabbit and a small doe by noon. We set a campfire and began to prepare the lunch my mother had prepared for us. It consisted of two small bowls of beef stew and a side of grilled corn. My favorite meal.
My father and I had both jumped up at the sound of a branch snapping underfoot a few yards away from us. We both hurriedly loaded our bows, ready for anything.
A bear entered the clearing. I was about to release my arrow, when my fathers rough hand covered my own. "Don't." He said. I looked at him crazily. If we didn't kill it, it might eat our catches. Worst still, he might eat us. Then I saw the foam.
My father had taught me about rabid animals when I was very young. He told me as soon as I saw one, give up whatever it wanted and get away from there as fast as you could. It was never smart to butt heads with a diseased animal.
The bear staggered forward, taking us in. It regarded us as no threat, walking over to our catch. "Dad, it's going to eat our catch-"
"Alyss! We don't want to mess with this creature. It is very dangerous!" He began to back up, never releasing his stern grip on the bow string.
I sighed in exasperation. My father did not understand. That food was the only thing keeping our family alive. We would starve without it. So, instead of following my father and hastily leaving the area, I released the string, letting the arrow fly.
I winced. The arrow had not hit where I had wanted it to. Instead of it's large skull, it had hit it's furry shoulder. A huge miscalculation.
The beast reared it's head back and let out a fierce snarl. Then, dropping it's (or should I say our) food, it set off. But... not at me? Instead of slamming into my small body, it had charged my fathers. He was completely off-gaurd, having never expected me to ignore his orders in the first place.
I reached back and snatched up another arrown. I loaded my bow and shot at thebear again. It entered it's rear end, not killing it, but surely causing it a trememndous amount of pain.
The bear looked over at me, it's eyes full of white-hot rage. It released my father, and ran full speed. At me. "Kill it!" I screamed at my father, willing him to hear me. If he does not, I am surely a goner.
He must have heard me loud and clear, because just as the bear reached me, a large arrow sliced through the air, stabbing the back of its head.
I laughed and gazed at my father. Oh how much I wish I could take that laugh back.
My father lay on the ground, about ten feet away from where I stood, a bloody mess. Even as I ran over to him, I knew in my heart he was going to die.
I am nothing but excited as I ready my weapons. My bow (of course), my quiver already slung over my back, a special knife I only use when going huning, and a small hatchet. My mother always told me I take too many precautions when I hunt. She had been wrong this time.
My father and I set off through the woods, starting out our hunting day early. I was wearing my normal hunting attire. A long-sleeved black shirt and loose black pants. It was the most comfortable thing I owned.
We had already killed two rabbit and a small doe by noon. We set a campfire and began to prepare the lunch my mother had prepared for us. It consisted of two small bowls of beef stew and a side of grilled corn. My favorite meal.
My father and I had both jumped up at the sound of a branch snapping underfoot a few yards away from us. We both hurriedly loaded our bows, ready for anything.
A bear entered the clearing. I was about to release my arrow, when my fathers rough hand covered my own. "Don't." He said. I looked at him crazily. If we didn't kill it, it might eat our catches. Worst still, he might eat us. Then I saw the foam.
My father had taught me about rabid animals when I was very young. He told me as soon as I saw one, give up whatever it wanted and get away from there as fast as you could. It was never smart to butt heads with a diseased animal.
The bear staggered forward, taking us in. It regarded us as no threat, walking over to our catch. "Dad, it's going to eat our catch-"
"Alyss! We don't want to mess with this creature. It is very dangerous!" He began to back up, never releasing his stern grip on the bow string.
I sighed in exasperation. My father did not understand. That food was the only thing keeping our family alive. We would starve without it. So, instead of following my father and hastily leaving the area, I released the string, letting the arrow fly.
I winced. The arrow had not hit where I had wanted it to. Instead of it's large skull, it had hit it's furry shoulder. A huge miscalculation.
The beast reared it's head back and let out a fierce snarl. Then, dropping it's (or should I say our) food, it set off. But... not at me? Instead of slamming into my small body, it had charged my fathers. He was completely off-gaurd, having never expected me to ignore his orders in the first place.
I reached back and snatched up another arrown. I loaded my bow and shot at thebear again. It entered it's rear end, not killing it, but surely causing it a trememndous amount of pain.
The bear looked over at me, it's eyes full of white-hot rage. It released my father, and ran full speed. At me. "Kill it!" I screamed at my father, willing him to hear me. If he does not, I am surely a goner.
He must have heard me loud and clear, because just as the bear reached me, a large arrow sliced through the air, stabbing the back of its head.
I laughed and gazed at my father. Oh how much I wish I could take that laugh back.
My father lay on the ground, about ten feet away from where I stood, a bloody mess. Even as I ran over to him, I knew in my heart he was going to die.
