#4 Bear Mountain Massacre (400 words)

Inspired by: Bear Mountain Massacre Blues

In January, for his 30th birthday, Ein Quin decided to go camping and to meet a bear. 

On his final day, a beam of light shone through the bare trees and landed upon a cave. The discovery made Ein exclaim, “That’s a bear house.”

He felt a hand squeeze his arm. It was Roger, the only human he saw in the park beside the Ranger, Omar.

“You can’t go back there! It’s January, bears are…” 

“Leave me alone, Roger! I’m meeting a bear.”

“I’m telling!”

Ein ripped his arm from Roger’s grip and ran towards the cave. Roger ran to find Omar. 

The cave was dark. Ein lit a torch and entered. 

“Hello!” he called out, “bear! Are you home?” 

Soon he saw a large brown pile of fur. His heart was beating so fast.

“Oh my gosh, a real live bear!”

The bear didn’t acknowledge him or even move. Ein’s heart sank.


He rested his head against its chest for a few seconds. There was no heartbeat. 

“This bear has passed. Thirty years is all you get. I didn’t make it in time. I’m so sorry.” 

Ein slumped against the dead but still warm bear.

He removed a knife and baguette he planned on sharing with the bear and cut himself a chunk. 

“Death hath sucked the honey from thy breath.” 

He took a bite honoring the deceased bear.

“Within, lead, man, which way?”

“Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. This is thy sheath.” 

Ein moved to put the knife away.

“This is the place, where the torch doth burn.” 

The park ranger shone the light on Ein, catching the blade.

“He’s going to stab the bear!”

Before Ein could react, three shots rang out, one of them hitting him in the chest. Ein felt the warm blood spill from his chest.

He looked up and saw the bear roar at Roger and Omar. They were frozen in fear, and with one strike, Roger was ripped in half. Omar caught Roger’s torso and screamed. He pushed Roger off himself before he ran from the cave. 

Ein could not understand what was happening. The bear approached him.

“Hey, you’re alive,” Ein said weakly. 

The bear sniffed his wounds. 

“You were just sleep… hibernating. I’m so stupid.” 

The bear snorted and then sunk their teeth into Ein’s chest and ripped out a chunk of his flesh. 

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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