Baying for Blood

The victim did not feel too hungry that day. He decided to skip his regular eating joint, and went to a store jus a few yards away.

The hunter had set sight on him even as he walked into the store. A gleam of malevolence flickered in the hunter's eyes. He hadn't forgotten the torture he'd underwent almost a year back. He decided to wait, before he went in for the kill. He noticed the victim ordering a cool drink. "Some fattening up won't hurt", he thought to himself.

But the victim seemed to be taking an awfully long time to finish his drink. Frustrated, the hunter lost patience and moved in with the agility of a predator.

"Dei, first year-a?"

The victim turned around, raised his eyebrow and mouthed "Third year".

The hunter felt his heart drop to his stomach. "A.. A.. Anna, sorry nna! Didn't know!", he said white-faced and feeling completely embarrassed.

The victim only smiled.

Behind the scenes:
Thought I'd skip lunch that day and went to the campus store instead. There were a coupla second years hissing "you think he's a fresher?". One of them mustered enough courage to ask me if I was. I don't think I'll ever forget the look on his face when he realised he'd come so close to trying to rag a senior! :) Nor the look of embarrassment on his face when I said, "Mech, right? Chill.. free-a vidu" as I went back to class.

Further behind the scenes. So far behind, it's actually in the victim's mind:
Damn!! Do I look like a first year? :(