All stories are 100% nonfiction.
Bewared young men of the full moon, because if you focus your hearing ever so slightly, you might be able to run before a tarnished cougar grasps you with an unholy grip, a grip from a viral hell.
The night began like any other, the hunters ventured out into the world with an alcoholic buzz, as if the gods themselves poured its nectar down their throats. Spitting poetic nonsense into the ears of lovely prey, nothing could stop them on their rampage—unfortunately for one of the men; a tarnished cougar awaited his arrival. For this night spawned a cougar of hellish descent, one that has been badly tarnished by non-quantifiable qualities.
Bouncing in and out of the night, the men continue to venture into the early morning. At their final destination, where the night concluded, could have been the last night for one of the men.
The men entered the dwelling ready to hunt, unknown to the men, they were the ones being hunted. The tarnished cougar, glared at one of the men with the darkest skin (the ‘Dark One’), for she had a similar encounter with this type before—she had the fever.
Feeling the strong feminine presence, the ‘Dark One’ approached the mysterious cougar with a sharp knife ready to feast, unknowing what will be awaiting him.
The two advanced to a more secluded setting, here is where the ‘Dark One’ usually did his killing. Ready to pounce on its prey (REAL READY), the ‘Dark One’ noticed a strange inflammation on the cougar, one that only a virus could have created! His eyes lit up like the first fire of man. The cougar exclaimed, “I thought I didn’t have it anymore..”*.
Putting his shiny knife away, the ‘Dark One’, who usually does not frighten easily, yelled, “Retreat!” to the other men. The yelp in the ‘Dark One’s’ voice notified to the others that something has gone terribly wrong.
The men evacuated the area, as if a bolt was casted by Zeus himself, leaving the tarnished cougar behind them.
For other men reading this, the ‘Dark One’ was lucky, you could be the next one hunted by a tarnished cougar.
*couldn’t be poetic here*
