CHAPTER TEN: THE DEER, THE BULLY, AND THE SAVIOR

When I am hunting, I swear I become a different person. It’s one of the hardest things to explain. I look at the world differently. I feel everything more intensely. Right now, the music surrounded me and I could feel my heart thumping along with the bass. Sounds seem to blur together and the world moves slower. I take it all in, looking for that one face that will make everything clear again. Maybe it’s the alcohol that seems to distort everything, but regardless, it will continue that way until I find my guy. My man of the night. When I spot him, there is a sense of peace, but at the same time, a sense of urgency. I have to have him. I will do anything to get him. It’s like a game of cat and mouse. I stalk. I catch. I play. And then either let them go, or kill them. It’s all a game. A game of strategy and tricks. I am good at what I do, and over time, I have learned to perfect it. I saw him as soon as he walked out onto the d