Dean Mccann // D5 // fin

You were the king of this world and no one would take away your throne. Today you walk though your forest, your bare feet sinking into the damp soil that was scattered across the ground. You smile as you press your pale feet into the cool substance, enjoying the cool feeling against your flesh. You were a lion and this was your kingdom. A small smile spreads across your thin lips as you push a hand through your golden hair. Your hair almost resembled the mane of a lion, thick, and bushy, a crown upon my head. You had never seen a lion before, but you had seen picture from the books in the library. They were beautiful creatures, creatures with golden pelts and fiery manes. They stood proud, tall and strong. You wanted to be just like one, you wanted to be feared by the rest… and you were.

Your eyes were like the colour of leaves in Autumn, falling to the ground in waves. They were warm and friendly, but they could also be menacing, crazed by the frenzy of a fight. You were often told that your eye were scary, socially when you were on the hunt, your lonely prey wandering around shit scared through your forest. The forest that you owned, you knew that they would hide, that they would run, but you also knew that they would never escape.

Taking a deep breath, you breath in all the scents of the forest mingled with the scent of fear. It hadn't taken you long to learn the smell, the smell of people scared, terrified of the things that lurked around them. Little did they know that they were the least of there worries, and that you should be their biggest. Your smile grows so that a line of white teeth are visible amongst the shadows. You could see her now. Her arms were cut and bruised and her legs shook like a leaf catch in a strong breeze. She didn't know you were there, or that you were after her. She was oblivious. She was your prey, and a lion always played cat and mouse before killing they food swiftly.

You step from your hiding place, mock concern filling your elegant features. “Are you ok? Scared?” You ask raising an arm out in front of you, as though you were approaching a startled animal. “Its ok, your mine now.” You smile, a twisted wicked smile as you come to a halt in front of her. At first her features fluxed with relief, but the fear danced back into her eyes, only making your twisted grin grow. “We are going to play a little game.” You reach out and grab the girls arm so that she cant run, your face only inches away from hers. “Its called cat and mouse.” Your smile grows. “You will be the mouse,” you give her a little squeak, mimicking a mouse, “and I will be the cat. Have you heard of this game? It is pretty simple: all you have to do is run. And I’ll chase you. But if I catch you it will all be over, you will be mine. So you want to play?”

She shakes her head desperately. You I've a bark of laughter before using your free hand to grab her chin and force her to nod. “Thats better,” you purr at her. “I’ll give you to the count of three and then I’ll come after you.” I move my head in closer to that our foreheads touched, “then I’ll catch you, and thats when the fun will really begging,” your voice is no louder than a whisper.

You pull away and let the girl go. She doesn't even wait for you to say another word before taking off in a direction which I believe she thought was going to lead her to the exit. You laugh, a wild, historical laugh. “One,” You call after her, “two… Three, here I come.”

You bolt after the girl, your feet making no noise as you raced through the forest. It doesn't take you long to watch up to the girl who was tripping and falling over broken beaches and small bushes. You laugh, your laugh chasing after the desperate girl. You could see that she had heard it because now she stops, her head swing around in a desperate search for a hiding place. “Come out come out wherever you areeeee,” you sing to the girl as you watch her dart behind a rather thick tree. “You cant hide sweetheart- well you can try. But I will find you. You can run, but will you run fast enough?” You climb a tree swift and jump across to the next one until you are in the tree which she hides beneath. She doesn't see you, of course she doesn't. You were a professional hunter, you knew how to elude your prey. “Will you scream? Will you scream when I rip your still beating heart from your chest?”

How many times had you played this game with your prey? How many times have you based them around the forest, taunting them, going them some hope but knowing that they really had none? Too many to count. This was your game, and you were the only one who would win. No one else could win at your game. You were the king, you made the rules.

“I’m going to get you, I am going to rip your skin into shreds and then eat it. Do you think you taste like chicken? I once had a human, he was a plump little boy, he tasted like chicken… It wasn't that pleasant, because I don't eat other humans just to eat something that tastes like chicken. If I had wanted chicken, I would have gotten a chicken. I hope you don't taste lie chicken.” That when you drop down, landing on the ground just in front of her. She screams and tried to run but you lazily reach out and grab her wrist. “Caught you,” You say, your wicked smile returning.

The girl tries to pull free from your grasp, but she was weak, tried. You just smile at her and watch her struggles, a small crooked laugh threatening to burst from your lips. “Don’t you remember the rules? The rules were, that if I caught you, you were mine. You agreed to them, remember? You nodded. I remember, you had looked so scared, it was adorable really… But you had nodded, so now you had to fulfil. You. Are. Mine.” You pull he towards you and lock her body against the tree with your. Then you lean in and lick her cheek. She tasted like sweat and you left the taste dance over your taste buds. “oh wow, you taste gooooood,” you hum not her ear gleefully, pulling away so that you could look her in the eyes. “Not- like- chic-ken.”

Then you pull an old butter knife from your pocket and plunge it into the soft flesh of her stomach. She screams. You laugh. She cries. You laugh harder. “You like that?” She sobs. “I said, did you like that? There is only one right answer here.” Her tear filled eyes look up at me and she nods. “AHH great!” You squeal and shove the blade into her stomach again. “Oh wow sweetheart, this is so fun- and you like it.” You pull the knife out and thrust it into her body again, a little higher this time. She screams the scream fills you and makes your blood run. “Scream louder!”

“please… please stop.” She croaks and you stop, your eyes taking in her pin filled features. You let your smile drop and pull the knife away from her letting it fall to your side. Concern fills your eyes. “are you ok?” You ask quietly, with your free hand you cup her face and tip it up so that you were looking at her directly in the eye. “Did I hurt you?” You voice is filled with concern. “Do you want me to stop?”

She nods.

You smile.

“But we, were having fun, I am still having fun.” You conclude stabbing the girl in the stomach once again with your blunt knife. “I am never going to stop. You are mine, my mouse, my prey. I am going to kill you, and you are going to die and I am going to eat he flesh from your bones.” But now her face is as pale as a sheet of paper, partly from fear but mostly from the loose of blood. You step away from her and she falls to her knees. You follow her and press a hand to her stomach. When you pull away it is covered in blood. Your eyes widen slightly and you bring the hand to your mouth and lick the scarlet liquid from your fingers. “oh wow this is good.” You murmur almost to yourself.

The girls face looks so sad and you press your fingers to her wind once again pulling it away covered in blood. “Smile.” You say and with a finger dripping with blood you paint a smile onto her white face. “Thats better,” You smile and wipe your hand down your shirt absently.

Then you plunge the knife into her throat, ending her life for good. Her eyes go wide as she chokes on her own blood before it begin to dribble from the corner of her mouth. And the lion kills his prey. Smiling you clean down and sink your teeth into the flesh of the girls neck.

***

Most your life you have lived on your own, your parents deciding that they could barely even look at you without the undying desire to gouge their own eyes out. They knew the type of creature that you had become, they knew that you were a monster, preferring to feed off the flesh of human beings rather than the dinner plates that they placed in front of you. It hurt to think that they didn't love you, that they couldn't love the person you had become. But weren't parents meant to love their children- no matter why? Well thats what you had always believed, up until the point that they walked out that door and never returned.

But you hadn't cried. You wouldn't cry, not for them. If they didn't love you then you swore that you would not let anyone love you. You would be on your own, trying to find your t]path through life without the guidance of an adult. For a while you were thrown into one of those community homes, the ones for the kids without parents. The others seemed to stay away from you, knowing your guilty little secret. But you didn't mind, because you liked it that way. You wouldn't let any of them close to you, because you weren't going to let them hurt you. You were stronger than them, you were your own man. Independent.

s soon as you were old enough to leave that hell hole you did, your feet carrying you away from the place that you had lived for years. This was when you first discovered the forest- your forest. At first you had thought of the place as inconvenient and useless, but then you begun to observe the animals around you, the carnivores in particular. You watched as they used the shelter of the woods to corner their prey, you watched as they used the life of the forest to their advantage.

That when you changed your min about the forest. Instead of hating it, you began to love it You began to explore it, getting to know every tree, every branch and soon this place begun to be your home.

You built a little shack deep within its depths. It was only a small thing, one room one bathroom- the toilet begging a hole in the ground- and a kitchen of sorts. Not that you really needed a kitchen, you preferred your meat raw, over cooked, that way the flavour was still there, not cooked out by a fire or stove. But it was a nice place, a place that made you feel safe, a place that you could call home. Thats when the forest became more than just a forest, it became my home. It became mine. all mine.

***

I was the king of this forest. I was the king, I was the lion and you were all my prey. I was the king

The king.

The. King.

... omg.

I am sorry, but you're evil.

okay okay, that aside, I think you need to incorporate more of his character into this app. I'm not seeing a lot of history here besides the creepy murderous parts.

Once you're done, post here to bump up the thread!