Predator's View

I've always been different. Have always known it too. Don't think like other people do. Makes 'em nervous. Very nervous. Thought it funny how they always talk about making friends and getting jobs and girl-friends. How they talk about how it's unfair that people get themselves dead or screwed over. How that sh*t isn't supposed to happen. And then they look at me funny when I laugh in their faces. Call me an uncaring jerk who can't even bring himself to care about society or his family or what not. Makes me smile even more and that gets their nickers into even bigger twists. They still don't get that ain't the way it works. Never has never will.

'Course that brings to question how things do work. It's easy. People think they're so civilized 'cause they are human. Personally I think that's even funnier then the other bullsh*t they try to make themselves believe. Try so hard that they try to sell it to everyone around 'em so they can have some confirmation. 'Cause if the people around 'em believe it maybe they can get themselves to believe it too. Try to make themselves so high and mighty so they forget how small they really are. How defenseless. Little lambs trying to convince themselves and everyone around them that they are wolves so they won't be taken to the slaughter. They know they ain't though. You can see it in the way that they scatter at the first sign of a real predator. Even funnier to see.

In truth there's two kinds of beings. Predators and prey. Always been that way always will be. Still true in people no matter how hard they claim to be above such animalistic view points. Describes every action you make. Don't believe me? Go to your local high school and just watch for a week. See how those jocks take down the geeks. See how the crowd gathers around to feed of the humiliation of the weak. Like a pack of hungry wolves gather around at the scent of blood. Course they never dared to come near me. People can sense real predators. Those that ain't afraid to get their hands dirty. People like me. Took one look at me and decided to f*ck with someone else. You see they are weak. Got to gather around in packs before they feel strong enough to take down someone weaker then them. Be it 'family' or 'friends'. To afraid to stand alone.

I always stood alone. My family was scared of me, I guess. Made them nervous certainly. So they left me alone. Made sure I had cash enough to take care of myself and stayed the hell away from me. They sensed it too I guess. Even when I was little. So I grew up alone. Watching from the sidelines as they bickered and stabbed each other in the back for the favor of someone that was in a higher position as them. Hoping to gain more influence, more power, more money. Just more, more, more. Never realized that if they have to beg for scraps of power from the people above them they will never truly have it. You see what other people give you can be taken away. If you can't fight for it and take it for yourself you don't deserve it. Will never truly own it. So they fought and thus still stood weak and alone even as they gather around in their little groups. Me. I keep what is mine and would take down anyone stupid enough to touch what is mine.

School was the same. Weak get picked on. Strong picked on them. And just about everyone else tried to stay in favor of those they thought to be stronger then them. And all of them kept clear of me. Didn't mind. Never wanted to be part of the little hyena clique. Instead I trained like hell to be the toughest I could be, watched the people around me and read. Yup. You read that right. Bet that surprises you, doesn't it. That someone like me likes to read. Words are such funny things. The way people use 'em. Twist 'em. Try to make themselves bigger then they are through them. Try to make other's smaller by using them to make themselves feel bigger in comparison. Which is basically the same thing. Only difference being that the latter seems to be favored more because that way it is easier to believe.

Was all I did until one of them got so good at it that he felt big enough to take me on. Pushed me and threatened me. I smiled at him which made him nervous. People were gathered around like the hyena's they are and he was so afraid that if he lost face to them that they would turn on him instead. I laughed in his face and twisted his words and threw them back in his face. Laughed as they hit their mark. Watching the hyena's flock behind me like the mindless little sycophants they are. In his desperation to win back their favor he attacked me. Thought himself to be fast. Instead my knife found his way into his throat.

Instantly they little sycophants scattered when they realized they were in the presence of a true predator. Made me grin and that made 'em scurry away even faster. Calmly collected my knife. Wiped it off and slid it back into place. Principle nervously asked me too step into his office and I did. Didn't see a reason not too and soon the police showed up. Took my weapon away from me and asked me why he did it. Told them that he attacked me and pointed out that I defended myself. Apparently they thought that my manner of dealing with that was a little overkill and didn't agree with it. The fact that I didn't seem particularly troubled made them nervous and so they decided to lock me up in a little cage so they would no longer have to be afraid of me.

Lots of others like me in that cage. Taught me I was not the only predator around. in the beginning there were a few who were higher in the food chain than me. Managed to take what they wanted from me at first. Spend a few times pressed against the wall as they tore into me. Didn't stay that way for long though. I fought myself up and showed them all that Zain Greenan was nobodies bitch. 'Course the wardens frowned at the bodies but since they couldn't prove I was the one to do it they just looked at me suspiciously and let it go. Was stuck there for a couple of years till I got out on parole. I just waited it out from the side lines. Watched the same thing I saw in my family and school. only difference was that this was more primal. Or maybe I should say more literal. Watch it all and made sure to watch my back as well. Didn't want to go back to being their bitch after all. And I must say that my superior sense of smell and hearing made that a lot easier.

Finished school and went on to collage. Family paid me off to get the hell out of their lives and do something respectable. I was tempted to say no just to see what they would do but decided that it wasn't worth the trouble. Never was close with anyone anyway. Didn't see the point of letting someone in close when they couldn't wait to f*ck you over. And it made my parole officer happy to get back in society. Likes danger that one. Gets a kick out of it. I can practically smell her lust when we have one of our little get-togethers. It oozes out of every pore. I can see the way she looks me over. Likes she can't wait for me to bend her over and f*ck her like a bitch in heat. And as pretty as Jacqueline is I would have done it too. If the smell of her perfume didn't want to make me retch.

Decided to get with my old hobbies and dive into my old books. Signed up philosophy as my major with a minor in literary studies. I like must say I do enjoy those class discussions. To see their illusions shatter and realize what they really are. People have always amused me. Will keep amusing me I am sure. We will see where this ride will take me next.