the hunter became the hunted | self para
When I arrived downstairs I stop on my heels when I realize it just wasn't one crow and one little person but instead a family of little people and a flock of crows going after them. Either I'm going mad or the gamemakers really ran out of ideas. I stand there, with my weapons frozen not knowing if to go after something that might not be real or to get the crows out of here and save the family of little people. For all I knew this could be another nightmare of mine; my brain playing tricks on me.
"It's a human!" I barely heard one of the little people shout as they ran around trying to protect each other from the beaks of the crows. Then one of the crows managed to grab one of the little girl and he was already flying away with her. I don't know why but I lifted my arm and let my whip hit the bird, bringing it down before throwing my knife at it. Killing it without a hesitation. If I was going crazy, I might as well embrace it.Â
"What are you?" I tried to speak in my most calm voice as I shield their tiny bodies with my own after I ran towards them. For little people that were getting saved they didn't look very happy. On the other hand, they looked even more afraid at the fact that I was there.Â
"We're borrowers and you just saw us. We're not suppose to be seen!" one of them replied to me. Then everything began to make sense in my head; the sugar cubes, the empty dollhouse. Everything. And a little smile formed on my face as I shot to my feet and ran to my pack. By the time I return to the borrowers they were already running around once more, trying not to get eaten by the crows. Unzipping my pack I crouched low and place it on the ground, motioning them to get inside it.
"Get in. I'll drive them out." I explain to them. After a lot of hesitation from their part and a crow almost eating one of the little girls they ran straight into my pack, seeking for shelter. Half zipping up my pack I placed it carefully to the side before turning around to face the crows. "you know I had once loved birds. Now...not so much." I said through my teeth as I cracked my whip in the air. The noise alerting the crows they had a new threat. The hunters were now being hunted.Â
From my experience with the woodpeckers I knew that hitting them with my whip would only do so much and my knife was nothing when I had a dozen beaks attacking my skin once more. The familiar sting their beaks brought to my body was no longer so painful but I still flinched as they now attacked me. I was not hoping Elias had saved some of that cream he had gotten because my once healing wounds were now letting out my red blood. Staining the floor.Â
My eyes scanned the room trying to find a way to drive them out. I knew that they wouldn't like shinning objects but as far as I was concerned a cloud hung over us, shielding us from the sun. That only left me with one option. I guess Elias wouldn't be very happy about how I was going to wake him up.
Rushing to the little kitchen I grabbed two pots that were laying there forgotten. They were rusty and I could just feel the bacteria on my hands as I picked them up but I ignored everything else and banged both pots together. The noise making even me jump. I wasn't going to spend hours killing those damn birds so the least I could do was drive them away. Stepping over the dead bird I continue to crash both pots together, attempting to make as much noise as possible. Their beaks and feet once more scratching my already marked skin. Now and then I would grab my whip and slash at one of them. It was a constant war between us both but thirty minutes later the last crow flew out the door and I shut it close, falling to the ground. Next time I see a damn bird I will kill it.Â
Catching my breath I craw back to the pack and unzip it. "they're gone. Sorry about all that." I say with a little smile as I watch the family of borrowers walk out of my pack. This had to be the weirdest shit I had ever seen! Their little heads looked around the room and all of them smiled when they realize that only the dead bird remain.Â
"Thank you for saving us! How can we ever repay you!" the male said. Shaking my head I sat back, my arms sore from all movement I had done. "You don't have to. It was nothing."
"Oh but we must repay you! You saved our lives."