The endless struggle continues in Banjax's contest! An so for this I submit a classic story of hunt or be hunted.
About this creation
Ok folks, ROUND 2! For this it's predator and prey, so for that, I came up with this little story, enjoy reading the tale to this little song. I will admit, I don't think it quite fits, but it's the best match I could find.
((by the way, it may appear that I submitted late, I had a lot of computer problems and busy life, let this slide please))
200 years after the incidents known as the Day of Judgement, Atkasoul city, and many like it, were lite up in a cloud of mushroom shape, almost all of their inhabitants gone in that flash of light. The survivors of those incidents, now forced to live in a harsh nomadic life, trying to find shelter where they can, and trying to find aid. Sadly, many of the smaller villages who heard news of the cities, grow paranoid of those survivors, many believe that those survivors have become infected by the dark powers of the Makuta after the blast. They fail to recognize the difference between mask infection and radiation poisoning, and so they shun the survivors to prevent their village from suffering the same fate.
Before the Day of Judgement, there were great roads built for easier travel between the great cites, known as the Great Po-Koro Roads, named after the fabled village of the Mata Nui island, and built by the Po Matorans of those great cities. It's been 200 years after that day, and much has changed. Without anyone to maintain the roads, nature has begun reclaiming the lands, and the once marvelous roads are falling apart. Many shops and stops along these roads are abandoned by the fearful, been driven away, or hunted by the much more vicious.
We see today two survivors from Mayark city, a Le matoran, and a Ta matoran, both finding comfort in each other's company as they travel along the road, trying to find shelter for the night. The sun is beginning to set, and they have little food. They carry with them weapons and tools to help survive the unforgiving lands. Despite having vegetation surround them, much of the radiation has mutated the plant life, growing at a accelerated rate, so it limits the kinds of fruit that is safe to eat. For having little food in a forest, is like dehydrating while stuck at sea, but they have learned what's edible and what isn't.
They carry with them a impostor grub, to help them warn when danger is near. They have also learned that without mask makers around, and no shops that sell them, they must value their mask above all else, to ensure they don't fall unconscious, they tye down their masks to their faces to be certain to never lose them.
They find the remains of a once burned down building, now being overrun by plant life. They settle down for the night and relaxing after a long day's journey. Jupre, our Le matoran returns after a quick search of the perimeter, while Matark the Ta matoran sits down and keeps and eye out as he relaxes.
With no luck in finding any food, and on their third day without food, Jupre looks at the impostor grub as a last resort for food, but the grub is panicking, something dangerous approaches.
Hearing the grub panic, Matark grabs his gun in response, looking around, nervous as Jupre draws his spear.
They get up, alert, and trying to find where the trouble lurks. With the rest of their surroundings being out in the open, the only hiding place is the tall weed field next to them. They cautiously watch the weeds, feeling eyes on them, however they couldn't expect their uninvited guest.
Jupre was knocked to the ground as the attackers charge him. It was a bone hunter and his sand mule. The mule groans as it attacks the Le matoran, the dark hunter laughing as the matoran pathetically tries to stab at the hungry creature.
As Jupre looks up, he realizes he has little chance of overcoming the Bone Hunter, or his hungry pet.
The sand mule grabs a hold of Jupre's feet, and begins to shake and maul the little one to bits, happy to finally feed. The Bone Hunter searches for the other, Matark fleeing for fear for his life. In swift reaction, the Bone Hunter reaches for his gun.
The merciless Bone Hunter takes aim, grinning as he knows his target has no where to run to. He takes a deep exhale, and with the pull of the trigger, his target is as good as dead
Matark tries to run as fast as he can, away in hopes to survive, his vision blurring from having to suddenly run after being so relaxed, he feels that he has a chance if he can just get away from the attackers, too busy running in a panic to worry about his travel partner.
His hopes were ruined as he feels the sudden pain rushing through his body. A spear is impaled trough the edge of his spine, through some vital gearing and organs before finish exiting out of his chest. Falling to his knees, he accepts his defeat, and begins to fade.
The Dark Hunter runs out to gather his kill. For this hunter, his kills can be a meal, game, or a way to gather supplies for himself. Today, it's all three.
Matark tries to look back, his vision fading as his life spills from his wounds, only seeing the hunter standing over him, hearing a grunting chuckle from his killer. Matark finally passes out to the creepy laugh of his killer.
The Bone Hunter then draws his sword, his first meal in two days has finally come, and he'll be able to survive for another week in these unforgiving times.