My story begins with my fear of cats. Cats have always hated me for some reason and have tried to attack me but luckily my family, friends, and dogs have stopped them from attacking me and dogs have always loved me but one day a cat actually attacked me. I was walking home from school and it was a bright sunny Friday and i was looking forward to the camping trip me and my family would go on tomorrow for i have always loved nature and the animals but a bully stopped me.
"Hey Anna" "hi...." "i heard you loved cats so i brought my cat so you can cuddle him" "c-c-cat?!" "yeah *holds out a crate and opens it" "Come on out Mr. Fluffy *the cat jumps out of his crate*". When the cat saw me it jumped at me and started scratching the top part of my face I didn't do anything because i was paralyzed with fear but i was some how able to distract the cat by taking off my book bag and throwing it in a different direction.
When the cat was distracted I ran with my blood getting in my sky blue eyes i had a little trouble seeing but i was able to run into the forest and my eye color went from sky blue to blood red.
In the forest i meet a wolf by the name of Wight Paw who could speak human and i was a little frightened at first but I became part of his pack and he taught me the basics of being in a wolf pack like hunting and he taught me how to speak wolf/dog. The thing i owe White Paw the most is the fact that he helped me overcome my fear of cats and i replaced my fear with anger and rage and i wanted that bully to feel the pain that i felt.
Two years later i confronted the bully in an alleyway when i was 16. I started punching and kicking him and i was about to leave when something shiny caught my eye. The thing that caught my eye was a knife so i picked it up and started slashing the bully with it.
"gah. what are you doing you are going to kill me i didn't do this to you!" "You don't deserve to live!". I kept on slashing him until i stabbed his heart and i left it in there when i went back into the forest.
For me killing a person is just like hunting an animal. I started wearing a mask to cover up my cat scratch scars because they were not won or fought for so they were not noble. I use a bow and arrow because i learned how to use one at wilderness survival camp and i'm rather good with it.I started calling myself The Silent Killer when i heard a bunch of people saying "There is a Silent Killer on the lose" the next day after i went hunting and a week later i started feeding my wolves the people i have killed. I like to hunt in a tree at night waiting for a person to take a nice stroll thinking it's safe. So there you have it this is my story now go away before i decide to kill you