Easy kill
Trigger warnings heavily explicit gore, killings and very messy also the use of the word pedophile is used and I'm pretty sure I should mention everything that could be a trigger so I hope that covers everything.
Stanley followed swiftly, making sure to keep his speed in check as he followed the slightly over weight man in front of him, the man had introduced himself as Nick and his friend was Michel. Nick had been innocently travelling with his companion when he had become trapped and had ran ahead to get help.
The young man looked over Nick taking in his appearance. He was average height with a head full of black hair swept over neatly he had a greasy complexion due to the exercise.
Stanley noticed that he was already huffing quiet heavily, while Stan hadn't even broke a sweat at the pace they were going.
The sounds of agony reached him and soon they found another man, Michel on the other hand was extremely thin and lanky, with short grey hair that was thinning out.
He was lying on the ground clutching at his leg, Stanley immediately saw the bear trap and the mess it had caused, the metal teeth were dragging across the inside of the man's leg every time he twitched causing the gash to widen and blood was pouring out of the gaping wound onto the ground. Stanley could see that the teeth had also ground in dirt and debris from where they had been hidden in the over growth.
'That cannot be sanitary.' he said before reaching down and looking over the bear trap. The lanky man screamed as he nudged the trap slightly, he sighed rolling his eyes at the unnecessary noise.
'God you big baby, tis' only a flesh wound.' he laughed, the other two men did not find it very amusing with Nick rounding on him.
'What's so fucking funny, are you gonna help or not?' he screamed at Stanley, who merely turned a little with a soft smile on his youthful face.
'Yes of course I mean it's a good thing you found me, we just heard word that there are two escaped paedophiles around the area.' he said starting to fumble with the release mechanism in the bear trap.
The two men stilled while Stanley continued to work.
I mean we should know, we helped them escape and all.' he said laughing, he looked up making eye contact with Nick and then with the man still trapped who shuddered, the stare seemed warm but there was this flicker in his eyes that scared the two ex-prisoners. Nick took a step back and Stanley shot his head up to stare at him.
'I mean we should know that they would have headed this way, since we made sure that the bus transporting them would break down and that the cuffs holding you two would be easily broken, to be honest looking at you two I'm surprised you had the strength at all.' He giggled as he drew the hunting knife from his belt harness his eyes straining at Nick who was visibly shaking, beads of sweat started rolling as he accusingly mumbled at Stanley.
'But hey when a rat is cornered it'll chew through steel to escape, right?' he asked standing up bringing his foot down hard on the bear trap making the trapped man scream out as more blood gushed from the wound, the teeth nearly connecting only being stopped by ligaments and bone.
Stanley ground his foot down making sure the sharp teeth ground into Michel's leg before redrawing his foot. Michel lashed out and stabbed Stanley in the calf with a short home made shank, drawing his attention off of Nick for a second.
Nick took this chance to turn around and run away from the pair of them, not caring for his fellow prisoner, as fear took over his systems making his already taxed frame run faster, deeper into the forest
'Run little rat. Run!' Stanley called out after finishing kicking the other prisoner in the face enough times for his slowly bleeding leg, he'd have to disinfect that later. Putting the knife away as he ran after Nick.
Michel who had now been left alone, struggled to reach over and only just managed to unlock the bear trap by himself, he noticed how the release had strange markings on it but quickly discarded that piece of information in favour of limping back towards the prison van, at least there the police were forced to protect him.
He had made it about half a mile before another man steppe out from the trees in front of him, he stopped, wondering if he was another psycho wanting to kill him.
'You'd better clear off bastard, before I cut you!' he said brandishing the small shank he had made for himself for prison. The older man, who was considerably larger than Stanley and was nearly all muscle looked at the shank and laughed loudly his head tilting back, he reached down to the knife holder on his leg.
'Not that I think size matters but-' he stood up to full height, brandishing the large knife with serrated edges and a bone handle towards Michel.
'Mines bigger than yours.' he took a fighting stance and waited, Michel could see the river behind him which meant he was close to safety, he looked at the stranger and wailed as he limped hastily towards him hoping to scare him off with the shank.
Stanley caught up to Nick easily, even if his leg was bleeding, eww he could feel the blood running down his socks, he grimaced knowing he would need to buy new white socks for high school now.
He caught up to run alongside Nick and turned to smile at him. Nick screamed hoarsely, there want enough air in his lungs for a full out scream. Stanley pulled the knife out of the holster and drove it into Nick's side, he felt the edge connect with the rib cage and grated it along the bone as he withdrew, that would be the piece he kept.
Nick pushed him as he threw himself the opposite direction trying to get away from the knife, blood already gushing out of the wound.
Stanley let himself be pushed back before leaping behind him to drive the knife forward again cutting into the soft flesh of his back, he took it back out quickly droplets of red following the blade.
Nick fell against a tree crying out, he had started to beg as he huddled to the tree, Stanley sighed it wasn't fun or thrilling if the prey just gave up so he threw his knife to the ground.
'Ok rat, one more chance.' he said taking out a smaller switch knife from his back pocket. He took a well rehearsed stance and stared at Nick, a small smile tugging at his lips. He started singing softly.
'Tonight your falling in love.' he sang as Nick grabbed the knife and stood up one hand clutching to his bleeding side the colour was quickly draining from his face, pure adrenaline was the only thing keeping him on his feet at this point.
'This feelings tearing me up.' his voice grew louder, as he dodged the first misplaced strike, he circled around the bleeding prisoner swiping against his face causing a deep gash in his cheek.
'Now if she does it like this.' another parry, another slash across his back.
'Will you do it like that?' he laughed at a feeble attack at a feint that gave him an opportune moment to slice the half the prisoners ear from his head, the now useless appendage falling to the floor.
'Now, if she touches like this.' he said but Nick's outrage scream almost drowned him out.
'WILL YOU TOUCH HER RIGHT BACK?' Stanley screamed back letting himself be pushed back a few steps away from the swinging swipes Nick threw at him.
'Now, if she moves like this' he was giggling again, playing with the rat was at least taking away some boredom now that he was attempting to fight back.
'Will you move it like that?' Stanley could see Nick was starting to falter over his own feet and didn't want his prey to die from blood loss, that wouldn't be a very satisfying kill. He put his switch blade away.
He grabbed Nick by the wrist clenching hard enough to force his hand to ease up and his knife fell into Stanley's open hand
'Come on, Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it.' he sang louder emphasising each lyric with a harsh thrust of his knife into Nick's stomach, he made sure to rupture as many vital organs as possible.
Nick took one last gasp before falling limply to the floor, his blood sinking into the soft under bush and dirt.
Stanley sighed looking at his defeated prey. It wasn't much of a hunt, no challenge in fighting something that really couldn't fight, he didn't really think his skull was worthy for their trophy display, but he would still take the rib he had marked from earlier. He heard rustling and looked up.
Troy walked down to his little brother holding the head of the lanky prisoner in his hand by his thin grey hair.
'Where did uncle Mark find these guys?' he asked looking distastefully at his prize.
'No idea, I hope mom has got better hunts in line for us, now that your back and all.' he said happily. He had meant to stay with Troy for this hunt, but they had ended up separating when the prey ran.
Since he had moved for university he had missed his older brother immensely now that he was back for Christmas though they could once again hunt together and hang out.
Troy walked over and knelt down, putting the head to one side and bringing his knife back out.
'You don't have to I mean this kill was really easy, I don't think it's worth it.' he said but Troy shook his head.
'We don't just do this for the glory or the thrill, the men and women our uncle sends us are evil and our job is to take them out, even if its an easy kill you can still take pride in taking out this piece of garbage.' he said smiling Stanley smiled back remembering one of their fathers favourite phrases.
'Even the strongest cats will still bring little mice home.' he said playfully kneeling down to help steady the head as his brother started decapitating the corpse.
As they walked back towards their home Stanley noticed just how different he and his brother looked, of course they both shared the same eye shape, slightly slanted with blue eyes that had flecks of brown mixed in, but eevrything else about them was polar opposites.
Their skin tones went from Stanley's cream colored skin and rosy cheeks to Troy's dark tanned skin with Large black tribal tattoos covering his upper body and fore arms. Their stature was different as well with the younger brother having lean muscles that were defined but not overly developed, while his brother was almost complete rock solid muscle from head to toe.
Their choice of hair style showed their uniqueness as well with Troy having a shaven head and messy dark eyebrows, while Stanley's muddy blond locks reached just below his ears with long blond bangs covering his left eye every now and then, on his left side he had a lock of hair braided with small gold ringlets holding the hair together, it stuck out everywhere and Stanley ran his hand through his fringe to clear his field of view.
They carried on in comfortable silence enjoying their time together as they reach home.
Kuda wasn't sure what he had just witnessed, he had seen humans fight each other but never with that level of skill. He looked down to see large black birds ripping the flesh off the meaty carcass and wondered if they had been waiting for this, whether this was a usual occurrence in silver crescent forest and they had gotten used to being on clean-up duty.
He decided to follow the two humans, if nothing else he would be able to hunt two capable warriors peacefully by himself before his clan showed up.