Jus' like killin; rabbits, Pa used to say. Weren't nothin' much different 'bout it 'cept the size an' force required. I always thought it was kinda weird, but Pa always told me it weren't no sin. World's a dark an' evil place, he told me. Said that demons walk among us humanfolk an' that most people ain't gonna see the difference. He could, though. He knew which was 'right' an' which was 'wrong'. I didn't quite get it myself, but Pa was certain. Every time we went out huntin', he told me stories from when he was 'round my age. Said that his Pa - my Grampa - learned him how to sniff out the demons when he got to be how old I was now. He told me about the first time they went out huntin'. Said they found themselves on the outside 'a town, jus' outside where the lights hit. Said that everyone looked normal, but Grampa pointed him to a lady sittin' on her porch. He showed my Pa the outline of her soul - his words - and how it was fuzzy an' black. Pa couldn't quite see it at first, he said, but the more Grampa talked, the more he saw it. This lady was wicked, he said, an' she needed to be cleansed.
He wouldn't give me details. Said I was too little an' weak to really understand. I didn't like that one bit an' told him so an' he laughed. Said that Grampa said the same about him an' only relented when he acted the same way. He was proud of me, was Pa, in that moment. Told me that we'd be goin' huntin' in a week's time. Before then, though, I had to PREPARE. He said it like that too. 'PREPARE' in all big letters. I didn't know what it meant, but I did my best. Over that week, Pa spent every awake minute with me, teachin' me how to shoot a gun or a bow. Teachin' me how to gut an' skin my kill. Teachin' me how to avoid them what wouldn't understand what we was doin'. Hidin' an' all that. When the week was over, he told me I was ready an' that we'd go out early in the mornin' to avoid the tons of people around.
I won't lie. I was excited. I was finally ready to become a man! True to his word, Pa woke me up before the rooster even crowed, told me to get dressed, an' meet him in front of the house. I hurried as quick as I could an' he was there, dressed all in black. Gave me a shiny new knife an' told me it was a present. I had never gotten somethin' so nice in all my life! So we -
Well, darnit. I gotta save that story for later. Here he comes, walkin' up the street. Alright, son. Remember what I told you. Deep breath, eyes focused, and...let the string go!
Here is where I''ll post random stories that aren't, as of yet, in a larger book. Call it a free ride into the mouth of madness, yo.