Dear Diary,
It has happened. The doom of the sharks is upon us.
Today, I was swimming in the open, something I had tried not to do since the stories of this new creature. But the hunger and the smell of blood overwhelmed me. The smell of blood was so strong, and the desire, the sheer desire... I found myself chasing the promise of prey before I even knew what I was doing. There was a source of blood, very near, and blood meant prey. So I followed the scent right out into the open. The bloodlust was growing, and I powered out in a frenzy. Prey. Blood. Prey! KILL!
And then I saw it. A huge, looming, dark shape above the waters. It was a hulking, rugged monster, the size of a whale! And the waters beneath it were crimson with blood. For a moment I was paralysed, caught between fear and bloodlust as the scene burned into my mind. The broken bodies of my own kind drifted downwards, billowing blood everywhere. One thing was common among all the corpses-they had no fins.
What horror was this?! was my last thought.
That was when the craving for prey took over, shutting down my brain and driving my body into the mass of blood and bodies, ripping, tearing, snapping. Savagely, I bit into the corpses of other sharks-now my prey. Well, I say corpses...some were still writhing, struggling in vain. I saw other sharks doing the same beside me, and as we feasted on our own species I saw still more of us pulled out of the water. Later, the same ones were thrust back, finless and streaming with blood. The scent must have drawn sharks form miles around. And likewise, sharks from miles around were mutilated, and thrown, still alive, to their hungry brethren.
The monster must have devoured as many fins as it could hold, because it suddenly moved on, leaving a few of us unharmed. Once I managed to regain control of myself, I turned tail and sped away, reeling with shock.
Was this what the creature did to lure its prey? By using our own bloodthirstiness, our own uncontrollable desire to hunt, against ourselves, it had drawn more of us than I have ever seen in one place. How, then, could we fight back? At the rate this thing ate, it would only be a matter of time before it wiped us all out. This new hunter would kill us all! The sharks, the whales, the dolphins, even the plentiful fish. We'd all die. Then this thing would rule the oceans of the world. The dead oceans of the world.
I don't understand. What does this thing want from us? Why the carnage? The whales did not swallow all the krill, the dolphins do not devour all the tuna, we do not eat entire species. Even the fish know to leave some algae to live. I have never seen any predator destroy his prey completely. We depend on our prey for survival too. Yet this creature seems determined to eliminate us all. But why? Will it not perish alongside us when that day comes? How can anything be so cruel, so intent on killing, that they must take so many of us?
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