When the moon is full you know i don't play by the rules

Ven remembered reading a book in middle school about a crazy old rich dude who decided to hunt people on his island.

That would be terrifying, he'd said to his teacher at the time.

Now, Ven was understanding exactly how. He was pretty sure he was probably going to die, and also, it was kind of irritating. He had so much to do yet! He didn't even collect one of each pokemon via cards yet!

The man healed his leg which was surprising and Ven thought that meant he'd have a chance to run. Then, the man took out a great sword. A literal freaking great sword.

Ven's mouth formed a perfect 'oh' and if he'd been capable of speech he would have said oh shit.

Instead, Ven took one look at the blade.....

and he started to run towards the man. He just charged him, full speed, and then at the last second Ven would disappear and dart into the woods and sprint as fast as he could towards the direction of his campsite

Almost there! Ven could practically see the campsite on the edge of his vision. Okay, he was going to dart into his body, pick up his phone, and immediately call the police that there was a crazy person in the woods trying to kill him.

Ven's plan was horribly interrupted by the man coming infront of the tent.

Ven skidded to a halt a few feet away from the man. He lifted his lips in a snarl and then darted to the left and the right, trying to get the man to come after him for a moment so Ven could have better access to the tent.

Ven was feeling pretty good when he dodged the blade and ran towards the man. He thought he was going to dart between his feet and into the tent but--

Shit! He was grabbed and flung into a tree. Pain coursed through Ven's body and he let out a low growl.

The man put his fists into a boxer's stance and Ven watched his movements carefully as he picked himself back up from the ground. he shook his head. His ribs ached something awful; one of them might have been broken. It hurt to breath too deeply, but he was desperate to get back into his body.

Ven considered the courses of action before him. A normal would wouldn't be able to do what Ven did.

Ven jumped up, ripped his claws into the tree and then pressed off of it, shooting off and to the side, aiming to go as quickly as he could around the man and towards the tent.

Oh thank god, it worked! Ven didn't expect it to work! He crashed into the tent and there was his body, limp and tucked into the pillowcase.

Ven never though he'd be so happy to see his messy hair or the dumb way his mouth hung open when he was asleep. Ven hopped up into his body and--

"HOLY HELL," Ven yelled, sitting up suddenly in his human body. Jesus christ! His ribs were aching and dark splotches of bruise already began to form. Ven's fingers shook as he rolled over out of the sleeping bag to look for his phone in his tent before the man hunting him could reach it.

He was unsuccessful. Where was his phone?

Ven reached for the only weapon he had available: a frying pan.

He was ready to do what he could to defend himself.