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 **New Town, First Hunt**

   A week after arriving I set out on my first nightly prowl in this new
town.  It was over a thousand miles from the last population I called my
range, and did not know to take the necessary precautions to avoid becoming
my prey.  There was no curfew, warnings to watch for strangers, or to
travel in pairs.

   I walked past my first victim at around midnight.  A girl, probably not
older than 18, walked past wearing a navy blue t-shirt and blue jeans, and
carrying a telescope.  I slowed my stride slightly, and watched her walk by
me with her long, black ponytail trailing behind her in the breeze.  After
I was sure that she didn't notice me I slowly turned around and followed
her.

   I tread behind her, and made sure to stay far enough away that I would
be unrecognizable if she were to turn around.  When we stepped off of the
well-lit avenue and onto a dirt road I decided to close the gap to just out
of hearing distance.

   The prey made her way onto a trail that brought us up to a tall hill.  I
lost sight of her in the bushes, but luckily the trail was one-way.  I
followed the girl along elevating path for ten minutes before I finally
turned around a tree to see her setting up a telescope at the top of the
hill.

   I hid behind the tree and watched as she got her herself engrossed in
stargazing.

   When I drew the hunting knife from its sheath and screamed she jerked
her head in my direction.  I ran towards her like a maniac with the knife
and, before she could scream, I grabbed her behind the back and slipped the
blade into her flat stomach.

   I held the blade in her abdomen as she slumped weakly against me for
several seconds before I shoved her, tearing the blade from her flesh.  She
staggered and swayed, with tears running down her angelic face as her
innocent mind tried to comprehend why this happened, before collapsing on
her side.

   She looked up at me through her teary eyes; I could tell she wanted to
scream, but she was clearly in too much pain.

   "Here, let me ease your suffering," She squirmed and whimpered when I
grabbed her ponytail and forced her up.  I wrapped my right arm around her
torso and cusped her left breast, then placed the blade against her throat.

   Instead of killing her immediately, I held her in my brace for several
minutes, until she started hyperventilating.  As I squeezed her heaving
breast we both looked down at the sound of some liquid pouring onto the
ground.  Her jeans all the way down were soaked and dripping with piss.

   While the embarrassment of having pissed herself was running through her
mind I dug the knife into the flesh of her throat and opened a deep gash.
Her whimpering became wet gargling sounds as warm blood sprayed from her
neck.

   I dropped her to the ground and stood over her as she squirmed and
clawed at her throat.  She continued for several minutes as her life blood
poured from her body.  Her squirming slowed and then she finally went limp.

   After I was certain she was dead I proceeded to undress the corpse. 
First her blood-stained shirt and pants came off.  Then her pink bra and
panties came off and ended up in a sack.

   Then I took out my high quality camera and started taking pictures of
the body.

   "What a shame; still a virgin," I thought to myself when as I spread her
pussy lips and noticed her labia was still intact.

   I took a few more photos, then continued feeling her body.  Then I used
the knife to carve off her breasts as souvenirs and headed home.  Her body
was discovered by a junior high class that next day, and that evening I
learned her name was Annice on the evening news.