The air was quiet say for the drilled noise of useless conversation — his toned frame sat in his truck, one arm draped over the wheel as he leaned towards the window, cupping his mouth. His dark and dull eyes watched the doors of the small college and the young adults walking out.

He was envious of his younger self —the prior year he was able to watch his little prey more closely, but now he was graduated and forced to more keen measures.

As his timid prize walked out, he straightened, hand dangling behind the wheel as he took a slow and deep breath.

You alway had been more reserved — a poor soul with no one to turn to. He watched you walk back to your apartment, everyday. Without fail. What hunter would let his prey get hurt by another?

Today however, was different, as he watched you avoid being pushed or toppled by the dumbasses horsing around. You were invisible to both bullies and the bullied — no family close by and no friends...especially this year. Just how he liked it. Today he held a hunger...a drive. The old truck starts with a deep purr. He didn't want to wait anymore. He needed you.