Monster Hunter

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Death

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I've killed my sister. My beloved sister. If my parents found out? They'd probably kill me too. It's not fair. I've tried my whole life to live up to the standards my sister has set, but I just can't. She's better than me at everything. She's more intelligent, she's more mature, more independent, stronger, everything. And that's why she's dead.

I couldn't save her. I froze. When that thing dove for me, she jumped in the way. And it dragged her down through the ice.

How can I live with this guilt? I am the reason my sister is dead. I was supposed to kill a monster on this trip. She's slaughtered twenty of them, and I couldn't even kill a stupid seagull. How pathetic is that? This stupid planet. The stupid rich. Forcing me to sort out their mess, all while they sit on their asses watching us die out in the cold. I need to get home. I need to show them. When I get home I am going to kill something. Someone. The people that sent me and my sister on this stupid mission. For her.

I threw a bit of bread down on the floor for a few seagulls that were circling me. I didn't need the food. I go without food all the time. And why would I want to kill these animals anyways? They're just protecting their home. It was their home first, anyways. I've heard daglacians weren't even from this planet, originally. But that could just be made up stories, like how the rich are amazing. Nobody believe that shit anymore.

Hyphaxia was still in my line of sight, so I headed back home. Tightening my coat, I braced myself against the aching cold. At least they gave us coats. That's something, I guess. Whilst walking back home, I remembered what one of the hunting officers told me. "If you don't come back with proof of a kill, don't come back at all." That clearly meant I was going to die. Shit...

I looked around in front of me. There was nothing in the skies, nothing roaming the icy plains. Great, just what I need. As I sighed and slumped my shoulders, I heard a quiet growl not far behind me. I whipped my head around. A lumbering beast stood behind me. Its eyes glared down at my shivering body. Its whole body was at least ten times the size of myself, and I stood there, anxious. It felt how intimidated I was, yet it did nothing. The animal snorted, releasing a cloud of icy vapour from its nostrils. It turned around and began trodding in the other direction. I'm sorry...

I blasted its head clean off with my plasma gun. The head rolled down a small slope to my feet, as its lifeless body sunk to the floor. The weight of it caused the surrounding ice to crack. Oh no. I hurriedly reached down for the animal's head and ran straight for the city. At least now I won't be killed when I get back. I just hope they think I fought for it...