Prologue:

With inhuman patience, just like the predators of Africa, I wait for you to tear yourself apart.
With the speed of a diving hawk you make your move, striking from above. o collateral victims,
just you and me locked in this scene undergoing the pressure of the crowd. !oing through hell,
but maybe that"s what it takes to bring you down. #he beauty of it is that no one has to win$ the
haunt has its own rewards. %nly after many attempts of escape you accept your sealed fate and
move along the chosen path.
Watching the red sun go down and listening to the rising moon, that"s when I start to see
shadows of the past. &istening closely to the sound they make I understand why you joined into
this game of lust and desire. 'our only mistake was underestimating me. (lowly walking
alongside your footsteps, the shadows start to get restless and shout like the black wolves of
the orth. )very move you make I"m two steps ahead, you cannot escape. 'ou are mine.
*esperately fighting emotion, losing control.
'ou think you have me cornered, but that"s when I take you down with my last breath
admitting an uncertain defeat, you fall into my arms, planning your ne+t move. 'ou whisper to
me ,this is not over-, I smile and wrap my arms around you. #hey both fell asleep, leaving all
those thoughts behind, stepping into a light dream. .appiness. Imagine a chameleon appearing
and disappearing$ it"s that illusionary predator, which gives you the feeling that he"s not there,
but when it makes itself visible, it"s the last thing you see.
Predators think the same, act by instinct and hunt alone. obody has ever seen a game like
this$ nothing can give you an adrenaline rush like this does. #he thrill of the hunt, now I
understand why people engage in such things. #hey need it just like they need air to survive.
)verything is new, every time the trail is different, the pri/e doesn"t even count. #he cravings of
the being must be satisfied one way or another. #he natural born killer has to permanently move
on to its ne+t target or else it will lose its skills.
When they woke up her heart started to beat colder and colder, announcing in some way the
harsh winter. After all the battles won, they didn"t even matter in the end because the outcome
of the war wasn"t in the favor of the predator. It was the last moment when they heard each
other"s thoughts. #he weather was so cold it almost fro/e even the unspoken words. .e lost her
forever. #he snow started to cover everything until nothing could be recogni/ed$ the hori/on was
silent and motionless. #he predator remains barren, but cannot renegade its true origin.
After many months the hunt finally ended. #he victorious few enjoy their prey, the rest retire
into their dens for the winter to lick their wounds of battle. 0ood is scarce, the long and white
nights take their toll on the mighty predators. %nly the strong survive this game, where illusions
are at every corner. Waiting in the shadows, for some hopeless romantic to fall prey to them.
#o recogni/e a predator you have to know a number of things. &et"s talk about waiting.
Predators can wait forever for their pray, waiting for the right moment to strike, sei/e the
moment, failure is not an option. #his re1uires mastery$ it"s not a skill you"re born with. In this
doggy dog world you need it more than anything, just have a little patience they say. If you want
the ultimate pri/e, it"s as good as any other spot, to you know, just sit and wait2 #he true
predator is heartless, few achieve it and many are taken hostage by emotions and fail their
goals. 3eactions will be swift, a thought will never cross their mind twice and you can never

change their goal. #hey know what they want and will never abandon it even if the odds are
against them.
*espite their hunting techni1ue they live in packs, without a leader. #his society has its own
rules and customs. In this remote circle, it"s easy to enter, hard to get out, impossible to forget.
&ife: the series of une+pected, challenging, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, interesting
and odd events which occur between the moment you are given birth and the moment you die.
#he predator is the only animal on )arth capable of creating its own philosophy. .is might and
strength are evenly matched by his intellect. As brutal and animalistic as it may seem, a
predator has a constant need to ac1uire more knowledge. In this way he can constantly be
above his brethren, but even more important he needs to be more wicked, smarter and more
cunning than his elusive prey. In his never ending 1uest, he must understand the mysteries of
life or else he is doomed to forever fail.