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The Hunted (2003)

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The Hunted (2003) – 7/10

Director: William Friedkin Cast: Tommy Lee Jones, Benicio del Toro, Connie Nielsen

Nice movie. Starts with Kosovo–Serbia war in the 1990s. Balkan wars.

War crimes, then we jump to British Columbia in 2003. I think first they also showed a ceremony to give a medal. Then he goes to save the wolf and attacks the hunter. It was a good scene. I hope it was not a real wolf. Injured, and he did not attack.

So this hunter, after the Serbia war, killed some murderers. Then he started going after hunters too. I think he cannot stop killing and hunting. He kills hunters for example, so good thing. He was right to kill murderers in Bosnia.

Nice chase scenes. Nice fight scenes like knife. Primitive fight.

I don’t understand why he forced this old man to follow him. Maybe to show him because he is the only one who can understand how he thinks.

At the beginning and end Ibrahim kills his son so he sees him like a son. But why did he not reply?

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Chapter 1 Part 2 The Beginning 1845

Long nimble fingers worked effortlessly, pulling thread and needle to finish a seam on a long, black dress. Freya admired her work for a moment, holding it up to the final moments of daylight. She put on the dress over her slip and smiled as she buttoned up the front clasps. She pranced down her porch, gathering her satchel, a shovel, and a bouquet of flowers carefully curated. She stuffed the bouquet rather ferociously into her bag and hurried down her stone steps. 

The porch overlooked the town cemetery. A morbid fact to most, but Freya needed to be close to work. Finding and raising the dead was no easy feat, transportation is essential. She licked her lips, the taste of coffee and cranberries lingering for a moment. She wandered around the gravestones, occasionally placing a flower for those in older tombs. With no living family to tend to such a special place, Freya decided to leave gifts as thanks. 

The feeling struck her as she placed another flower, with wide eyes she drove her shovel into earth over and over again, a beautiful wooden coffin revealing itself with every heave. Micheal J. Woodward 1807-1828 A Hard Working Young Man was burned into the lid, still readable even with age. Her entire body tingled, she could feel the soul’s attachment. 

 Freya whispered to the tomb “So you wish to continue working, hmm.”

 Freya dug through her bag pulling out a steel bar. She worked out 12 nails, pried open the lid, and slid it off with a thud. Freya huffed and laid in the grass, she whistled a shrill tune into the night. Soon heavy footsteps approached.  Frankie let out a low grunt, his body terribly frail. He lifted the bones and placed them in a large canvas bag. Freya rolled up on her side, playing with her curls. 

“Arrange him on the table in the backroom, make his stay very comfortable.”

 Frankie let out another grunt and emerged from the tomb. His bony hands covered in dirt and grime. He dusted himself off and helped Freya to her feet. This was the usual routine. Freya would dig up the grave, Frankie would exhume the body and then she’d cover her tracks. Freya returned the earth to its place and placed the last of the flowers on the fresh grave-site. It was well into the night now, peepers croaked off in the distance stream, she began her walk back up to her cottage.

 Freya’s tall frame struck the ground with more force than she was prepared for, she let out a gasp. Large hands wrapped around her waist and flipped her onto her back with ease. She could feel a dull knife pressed to her chin. She smiled and shivered at the warm body pressed down on her. Their breath mingled together.

Chapter One Part 1 The Beginning

Most often, once a soul leaves a body to traverse wherever it decides to go, little traces get left behind, or rather it decides to stay. A soul must attach to a living host, or bounce rapidly in the universe to prevent it from burning out. Some parts of a soul get so attached to life, it will die alongside its host without anymore energy to sustain itself. This is all usual. However, if these bits of soul, yearning for what once its beloved host, is re-sparked in some way, a body can become habitable again.