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The red-blood sunset fades, swallowed whole by the night.

Darkness consumes the sky, leaving only the pale glow of the moon

cold… distant… almost mocking.

The fog is thick.

Uncomfortably so.

It clings to the air, distorting everything.

Turning shapes into suggestions rather than certainty.

In the dark, sound becomes unreliable.

Misleading.

You hear something,

…but you can’t quite place it.

Or worse

You can’t tell what made it.

And that’s the real problem.

You can’t see what’s watching you.

Stalking.

Waiting.

Practically salivating at the thought of tearing into you.

It's only instinct,

Survival.

At your expense.

The woods have a way of sharpening everything.

Every breath.

Every step.

Every flicker of movement.

They heighten your senses…

feed your paranoia…

and leave you relying on nothing but your instinct

or you become another unfortunate casualty of the night.

…

Normally,

I rather enjoy this feeling.

Becoming the animal.

The hunter.

Watching them panic…

scramble…

desperately attempt to escape…

Until I corner them.

And take everything.

Their breath.

Their life.

All of it!

The lust of my true desires

to feed that ever-present hunger.

Nothing quite compares.

The ultimate high.

A proper rush.

Pure…

Ecstasy.

…

But tonight?

Tonight feels… off.

…

I hate to fucking admit it…

…but something has gone rather wrong.

I’m not entirely sure how the bloody hell it happened

…but it has.

I lost control.

Of the entire situation....

…

And the list of my failures?

Impressively catastrophic.

For starters,

My car is completely ruined.

After I deal with that insufferable bitch, I’ll have to sort out the wreckage as well.

... my poor baby didn't stand a chance against that cunt
I suppose it's true, teenagers are not healthy for the wellbeing of cars
fuck her! 

And thanks to that bloody whore, 
I now have the urgency to wrap this up faster before that wreckage is spotted 
Because if someone traces it back to me, it becomes a thread

and all it takes is one thread to unravel everything.

My body count is already… excessive.

No solicitor in their right mind would touch my case.

I’d be declared guilty before I even set foot in a courtroom.

And my options?

Life imprisonment.

Reduced to someone’s little bitch…

…or death.

Injection.

Chair.

Firing squad, if they’re feeling nostalgic.

Frankly,

None of them appeal to me

So that’s not happening.

…

The solution is simple.

I clean this up.

Because this?

This is a mess.

And the last thing I need is authorities poking about.

Sniffing around.

Building a case.

Trying to pin me down.

Bloody pigs.

…

Fucking Kali, turning me into a maid! 

Then there’s the second problem.

…

…sigh…

I’m injured.

Quite badly, actually.

A deep wound.

That bitch went for the kill!

Miscalculated the angle…

…just slightly.

Well.

Slightly is generous.

I managed to seal it with duct tape from my kit.

Yes...

My kill kit.

Which is… admittedly ironic.

Using tools meant for ending lives

to keep mine intact.

Still....

It’s what I had.

Problem is…

I haven’t the faintest idea how bad the internal bleeding is.

But...

I can breathe.

I haven’t collapsed.

So, the bitch missed my lungs.

Missed my liver.

…

Small mercies.

But the blood loss…

…

Right.

That’s the issue.

I’ve got.... what?
.... Twenty minutes?

Before things become properly problematic.

I do have contingencies…

…but I’d much prefer to deal with her first.

Remove her from the equation.

Finish it.

Before I reach that point.

As long as I move carefully…

Deliberately…

The wound should hold.

…

…sigh…

Brilliant.

Looks like I’ll be playing doctor later.

I really must add bandages and alcohol to my shopping list.

Been neglecting that rather irresponsibly.

I’ll need to restock blood packs as well.

…

Come to think of it,

I’ve run out of Froot Loops.

…and Lucky Charms.

…

*heavy sigh*

Now that!

That’s a genuine tragedy.

Practically criminal!

…

And the milk’s gone off.

Of course it has.

Marvellous.

I should really thank that bloody bitch.

She’s forced me into a shopping trip.

How considerate.

Tch.

This would almost be amusing…

if it weren’t so utterly pathetic.

…

No matter.

Once I’ve cleaned this up…

Once I’ve recovered…

Perhaps I’ll look back on this and have a laugh.

…

Yes.

Quite.

Think positively.

A quiet chuckle in the future…

With a proper cup of warm honey tea…

…

Ah FUCK!!

Right.

I’m out of organic honey as well.

Of course fucking I am!

What a disaster!

…

Why exactly am I thinking about any of this?

…

Bloody hell…

Have I lost that much blood already?

Am I becoming as brain-dead as Kali?

…

Speaking of brain-dead,

Where the hell is that cunt?

She can’t have gone far.

Damn it.

She had a head start…

…and I’m forced to slow down.

…

Doesn’t matter.

I’m good at this.

Tracking.

Hunting.

You can run…

…but you’re not getting away.

Not from me.

You fucking cunt.