It's going to happen. It has taken years but the moment's finally here.
For as far as I can recall my first memory, I was raised a predator in my own way,
my parent's words engraved into my mind from years ago before I got separated from them and didn't understand why.
Do anything to eat. Do anything to survive. That's how we live.
So, I hunted. Helpless little things who never saw me coming.
And I was pretty damn good at it. Being alone most of my life hardened me into something someone else might call a monster. But I didn't care. Hunt to survive.
Until he came along. And escaped. That hunt changed my life.
I had never been invested in a hunt before this deeply, to the point where it had consumed my soul for years on end,
failure ripping my existence apart when I tried to figure out just where I was going wrong. Why I could pull off any attack I wanted but not this one. Why he always got away.
But everyone's luck runs out sometime. And today is this fucker's bad day.
The pesky shit still struggles under the force of my hold, under the tight grip right on his pathetic little neck. Still tries to get away, even with the fear obvious in his eyes.
It takes me just a few seconds to crush his windpipe, fucking finally, my grin widening when I physically witness the light leaving those irritating eyes that have mocked me for years.
No more running away from me.
I've finally won.
The peace and quiet of the house is faintly shattered when I hear her come back home, bitching about something like she always is under her breath.
I roll my eyes and tenderly pick up his corpse, still irritating looking in death before sinking my teeth into his flesh.
He tastes just as good as I thought he would.
My moment of triumph is halted suddenly when I hear her call up to me, voice still as pissed off as it was when she left.
"Tom! Where have you got to?"
I roll my eyes, taking my time chewing on my trophy.
I whine, frustrated and angry and contemplate just ignoring her and finishing my meal that I have earned after so many years of hard work, thank you,
but change my mind when her heavy footfalls sound on the stairs.
I sigh and sweep his remains into the crack in the wall, quite conveniently placed at this moment in time,
just out of sight; don't need her bitching about me having a rat problem and ruining my good mood more than she has.
It's kind of funny at this point, really. Even in death, Jerry has managed to evade me. But I've won.