Black Mamba

They fear me. Of course they should fear me, for I am a dread inducing creature. My very nature is to cause panic in the other creatures around me.
                I can kill creatures that are half my size, because I am dangerous and deadly and this is why they fear me.
               

It’s night time and I slither through the grass looking for my next meal. I sense each smell waiting for the waft of something yummy. That’s when I feel something bigger than me come closer. Instinctively I go into defense mode. I hiss at the creature that is only a few feet away from me. Still the creature does not get my message; it keeps getting closer to me.
                My next instinct is to lash out and bite and that’s exactly what I do. With a quick snap my fangs sink into flesh, injecting my venom. I withdraw and slither back into the bushes, waiting for the creature to die.

“FUCK! A fucking snake just bit me. Shit..Oh my god. Oh my god.”
                “Dude calm down, just calm down. How bad is it? Where did it go?!”
                “I don’t man..Oh dude I don’t feel so good..I-I-think I’m gonna pass o-“
                “Jason? JASON?! SHIT DUDE WAKE UP! WHAT THE FUCK? Oh my god where did it go. Fuck man..Jason?!”

                I  sense another creature near the first one that I had bitten. I hope that the second creature takes it as a message to stay away from me. They are too big to devour so I slither on into the grass looking for something easier to digest. They should have known to fear me.