I slowed down when I was about in a miles radius of the intended prey. I was breathing deeply now, not wanting the wonderful scent to escape-like it possibly had a chance to survive me. The definition of death and life, I guess. My pace quickened and now I could hear his heart beating hard. It seemed like he wanted to die. Like it was tempting me somehow. I was going to let this prey know what was coming for it. A loud hiss escaped my lips, intending for it to hear. I heard the breaths speed up; he was running from me. It was useless effort, but I understood why he had to try. I sped up naturally. I made him think he was escaping me; it made it more fun to try to catch it.
By the way my prey moved and breathed I assumed-no I know-it was a man, or an old teenager. His age was probably arou
