The prisoner part 2

Its my third night outside the prison. I was camping in the forest. I had made a fire from branches I picked up. Smoke billowed from the fire into the nightsky. I felt good.

For the past 2 days, I've killed two more hunters who were getting too close for comfort. I dislocated one's head and cut his head of from his body. I found a sharp tree branch and stuck his head through the tree branch like a stick through a steak. I smothered his face with his own blood. That should be enough of a warning for the hunter's. I smiled at myself.

But things did not go the way I thought. Another hunter had been dispatched to wipe me off from the face of the Earth. He was deadly. With lightning fast reflexes, he had grabbed me on my arms and twisted my left arm badly. Out of pain and fear, I had kicked him in the crotch, and instantly,he had let go of his hands. I turned around to face him, one on one. It had came down to a battle of close quarters combat. I treaded carefully and slowly towards him.. Trying to anticipate his movements. Suddenly, he leaped in front, to my surprise and I tried dodging. His movements were to fast, and he grabbed my neck. He grasped my neck firmly, and started squeezing it. I could feel air escaping from my lungs and neck. I was suffering. There was this gush of fear and violence inside my body. Flowing in my blood stream.

I lifted my right hand. He looked happy and sadistic to see my suffering. I was ready to wipe that grin off his face. With two fingers, I poked into his two eyes with all the strength I could muster. He was temporarily blinded, and covered his eyes in pain. I took this chance to run behind him, grab his right arm, hold it in front of me, and with my leg, I cruelly stepped his elbow. A loud "CRACK!" was heard, and another loud scream from the hunter. For a tall and big builded man, he screamed like a sissy. Now holding his own broken arm, the hunter looked at me with eyes of hatred.
I knew he was about to strike, so I took the opportunity to kick him down. He fell flat on the floor. The pain must have been too unbearable.

I walked over to his side calmly. I could see his eyes showing fear already. I smiled. I lifted my leg, and stepped on his face, again, and again, and again..
He was screaming for me too stop. But I continued. For a final blow, I fell with all my weight on my right knee, and crushed his face. His nose was crushed and was bleeding. He lay unconscious. I had clearly won. To make sure he would not ever stand up or wake up for that matter, I took out my knife and stabbed him into the heart. I twisted my knife to make the hole bigger. Then I stood up and walked slowly ahead, suddenly feeling my left arm hurting.


I savored the tasty meat I had procured this past few days. Without food in the forest, my onli food source was the hunter. Yes, the meat was from the body I cut the head from. I cooked it with the fire in front of me. And it was tasty. It tasted of victory.