Through the Dark

19 Years Later...

I woke up to sounds of chattering.
Let me tell you one thing: where I live, chattering is not normal!
I groaned in tiredness and frustration, trying to get up. "I just hunted yesterday, I just hunted yesterday..," I muttered. "Today, I'm not suppose to wake up early..."
I plopped back on my stomach, staring at my pillow, focusing on the chattering that seemed to be coming from a distance. I waited and waited for the people, whoever they were, to shut up, but they wouldn't.
"Cinq...quarte...trois...deux..." (Five...four...three...two...)
The chatting continued.
"...un..." (...one...)
It didn't cease.
"...zéro." (...zero.)
Someone let out a loud whoop.
"That's it, tu es foutu." (you are screwed.)
With all my energy, I threw myself out of bed and began to undress.
I looked at my small, dark closet, where my day clothes were hanging. "Suspenders...or belt? Hm..." I scratched my head. "Belt." I grabbed my belt and buckled it around me. "Oh shoot, I need my pants." I slapped my forehead and pulled out a pair of khaki pants. I unbuckled my belt, pulled the pants over my legs, then buckled my belt. "That's better. These people are making me lose my mind! I can't even change properly." I threw a white shirt over me.
I charged out of my room, and pulled on my boots quickly.
I stood up. "One last thing..."
I walked back to my room and grabbed my most important and dearest thing to me: my gun.
No, no, I was not planning to kill anyone, it's just for protection, because I live in a forest.
I opened the door and in front of me was the nice and beautiful day I was blessed with.
The soft, clear air calmed me and the birds sang their song. The grass glistened with dew and the trees, about a few good yards away from me, filtered the sun rays so that I wouldn't get to much sun.
I sighed. "I love it here."
Then, loud music blasted through the forest, scaring the birds and other animals.
"Right...can't forget..." I stormed to the left of my house and began to walk into the forest, following the modern music.
The trees made the walk dark and cool, but that didn't drown my confidence, since I knew my way around.
After a few minutes of walking, I came to the end of the area of many trees and was halted by a cliff. Here, the music was very loud, along with the talking.
"It seems to be coming from below the cliff..."
I walked to the edge of the cliff and peered down.
There, a few feet below me were able seven guys, all dressed in black, talking and exercising (well, that's what it seemed like they were doing). Behind them was a huge, white building with people coming in and out of it.
I cleared my throat, loud and clear.
They didn't acknowledge that there was someone watching them.
They're kids, they won't listen to me that way...
I unlatched my gun and shot the sky.
BAM!
The guys froze like they were turned into statues and everything was quiet again, except for the music.
"Turn the music off," I told them.
The guy closest to a black box touched it and the music stopped.
"What do you want?" someone shouted at me.
"I want you to be quiet...please."
"Sorry, can't," someone else down below said.
"No, no, I think you're capable of being quiet. Try it out."
"Who are you to tell us what to do? Huh?"
"Well, first off, I got here first. I lived here first, but then you guys decided to come around and ruin the atmosphere!" I threw my hands in the air. I had no idea how else to answer that question.
"I think you lived in the forest for too long if you were here first..."
"There's no such thing as living for 'too long' in the forest. I wanna make this short and simple, no arguments, no fights. I tried to tolerate your cacophony, but now I had enough." I felt my anger rising.
"You can't make us shut up."
"Oh yes I can."
"No you can't."
"Oh yes I..." I felt a warm, twisting feeling rise in my body. "...can." Then I gnashed my teeth at them, baring my fangs.
The guys yelped.
"Ugh!" I made a fist in both hands and cover my face with them as I stepped back. "Sorry, sorry, sorry..."
The guys muttered to each other, looking at me cautiously.
I felt the feeling disappear and I placed my hands back to my side; I sighed.
"You don't wanna miss with this dude," a guy whispered.
"Yea, you saw 'im. Gun and powers. We're not ready for that yet."
The other guys agreed.
"Okay, we're sorry, forest man!" the first guy shouted at me. "Now we respect you! We shall not be loud anymore."
"Thank you..." I told them. Then I turned around to walk back to my house, but then I turned back to the guys. "Did I scare you guys? I didn't mean to, y'know, do the wolf thing--"
"Na, it's fine! We gotta get prepared for those type of people anyway," a guy told me.
Those type of people? "Oh, um, okay... But don't make me come back!"
"Okay!"
Then I walked back home.
I gotta get myself under control.

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