A week and an empty spray bottle later, Banehound had mostly finished digesting that poor woman and was begging to grow hungry again. Mason had dreaded this day, but him and Will have been researching different people and criminals in their area over the past week and have found a candidate. Now, they just had to figure out how they'd kill the guy.

"We could bash his head in with a bat or a hammer," Mason suggested.

"Or maybe we could take Banehound out on a leash and let him do the killing." Will half-joked. Mason got an idea from that, "We can't exactly bring him out, there's a reason he's making us do it, but I think you're on the right track."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we can just knock him out and bring him to Banehound so that he can kill him and we don't have to."

"That's a good idea, but what if he wakes up before we get back to the house?"

"We'll tie him up and put duck tape over his mouth."

"Wow, Mason jar, where do you come up with this stuff?" Will smirked towards Mason who said, "Don't you dare take this down that road. Anyway, you know I watch a lot of different cop shows and Marvel and all that, and you watch a lot of things like Supernatural."

"Yeah, okay, I see what you mean. So I guess we have to get some supplies first; a rope, a roll or two of duck tape, and should we get something for a blindfold?"

"Well, the guy's gonna die anyway so I don't really think that's necessary."

"You're right. I'll go get the things we need and you..?"

"I'll get some food for Banehound to snack on for while we're gone. I don't want to know what he'll be like if he stays hungry for a long period of time." Mason stood up out of his chair and went to the kitchen as Will got up and grabbed the keys to the car.

Mason opened up the fridge and pulled out a bunch of different packaged meats. He closed the fridge and opened one of the cabinets, grabbing a large baking sheet and placing it on the countertop. He started opening the plastic coverings on the meats and dropped the food onto the tray. As he was doing this, Banehound had come upstairs to the kitchen and questioned the man, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting you something to snack on while Will and I are gone. We don't know how long this is going to take, this is our first time killing someone for you."

Banehound didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at the pink and red meats and sniffed them. He grimaced and complained, "You better not give me that shit, it's cold and doesn't smell right!"

"Well, it's not exactly fresh, but I can heat it up in the oven if you really want me to."

"That might make it better..."

Once he got all the meat onto the tray, he turned on the oven and put it to a certain temperature and left the meat in there to warm up. He told Banehound he'd have to wait at least ten minutes before he could take the meat out. The beast grumbled something about disliking having to wait and walked back to the basement, presumably to sleep.

Not long after, Will came back home with the supplies they needed and some extra items. Mason raised an eyebrow and said to him, "Uhh, Will? Why do you have wood and a box of nails?"

"Because," Will explained, "I didn't want to seem suspicious for buying just rope and duck tape. So I got some wood and nails to make it seem like I was building something instead of killing someone."

"Okay, fair point. We can figure out what to do with the wood and nails later. We should get going, Banehound said something about hating having to wait and I'm not sure if that 'snack' I gave him will last long." Mason said, grabbing a hammer from one of the drawers. Will gently put his hand on Mason's shoulder and said with a worried tone, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

The brown-haired man sighed, "No, but I don't really want to keep Banehound waiting. Let's just go before I chicken out."

"Alright." Will let go of Mason and they started making their way to the front door then Mason remembered something and yelled towards the basement door, "Banehound, when the oven beeps, don't take out the tray with your bare hands. You'll burn yourself if you do." With that, the two men left the house.

They waited a couple of hours in a spot they knew this drug dealer guy likes to show up. They had to be careful if the cops know of this spot, and they probably do since they found this information online. They didn't want to get caught by the police this early in this odd and horrible situation.

Soon enough the guy finally came; he was wearing a dark hoodie with the hood up and some tattered jeans. Will put up the hood to his red sweatshirt as Mason did the same with his deep blue sweatshirt and hid their weapons; Will had the hammer and Mason had a Swiss Army knife that his father had given him when he went to college.

They got out of their car and made their way over to the criminal who seemed to have noticed their approach. There was no one else on this long stretch of road and plenty of forest to hide in; their car is currently parked behind some trees and bushes, so no one would notice it if they were just passing by.

"Who are you two?" The man addressed them. Mason was too nervous to say anything, so after a brief moment of silence, Will stepped up and answered, "We're just a couple of guys looking to do business with you. You are a dealer, are you not?"

"No, I am. What kind of stuff are you looking for? I got everything."

"We were hoping you could take a look at some of the stuff we got."

"Sure thing." The drug dealer walked closer to them without any hesitation. Mason gripped the weapon in his pocket, preparing to fight if he needed to. The criminal asked, "So, what do you guys have?"

"This." Will said as he pulled out his hammer and swung it at the man, the blunt object knocking him out. Mason just stood there in shock, "H-how did you do that? You didn't even hesitate!"

"Listen, Mason, I would do anything to protect you. Even if it means having to help you feed a man-eating monster. Also, this guy probably killed more people with overdoses than we have in general and that's only one. I'm just surprised it was a whole lot easier than we had thought it would be."

"Yeah, that was pretty easy, he didn't think twice about coming up to us. For all he knows, we could've been undercover cops! Wait, what if he was an undercover cop?"

"We did not think this all the way through." Will bent over to search the dealer for a badge of any kind; he only found a ton of illegal drugs. Both of the men sighed with relief. They tied him up with the rope, put a strip of duck tape over his mouth, carried him to the car, and drove home, leaving the drugs behind.

By the time they got back to the house, it was sundown and the dealer guy had woken up. Mason and Will quickly brought the struggling man inside as Mason called for Banehound. The rest happened in a blink of an eye; the beast bolted towards them and pounced the dealer then dragged his dead body to the basement to eat. All that was left of the man was a puddle of blood, which Banehound gladly licked up after he had finished his meal.