AN: this is a really short chapter but it is not for the weak of heart or stomach. In Layton's terms, it's really gross. Enjoy.
Chapter 4: Hunger
I woke up before the sun had even risen. It was cold outside but I pushed away the pain of chills. I walked into friend's tent and I watched him sleep soundly for a few minutes. Then, as he smiled about an apparently well dream, I took a stake and drove it into his heart. He died instantly. I didn't even care. The monster had taken over again and it wanted me to kill some more. The only difference is that the monster had a hunger problem. I glared at my friend's smiling deceased carcass and made a little grimace myself.
If he was still alive, my grimace would redirect his smile into a sob. I ripped the stake out of his red stained torso and picked up a rock from the ground and I slammed it fiercely into his cranium. I had made a small hole, so I sucked some of the blood out of it. This wasn't enough. I needed more. I rammed the rock against his skull again. The hole was bigger and was now oozing blood. The only problem was that it wasn't enough blood. I went for one more ram to the head again, but it didn't help much.
I was getting tired of playing with toys, so I fiercely gripped the bottom and top of his cranium and ripped them apart. Blood stained the dirt like wine on white carpet. The bloody ground was mixed with my saliva from all of salivating of the future feast. I greedily drank the pool of blood and realized that I needed some meat. Something besides the wine of the feast. I then took the stake and rammed it into his brain. This caused a little twitch from him, and that caused me to accidently cut his brain again. I did this repeatedly until his brain was a mushy goo that was almost like pudding. I greedily ate the remains of the brains and drove the stake into his chest. I brought the stake down with force and ripped open his stomach. I built a small fire and threw all of his organs into it.
Then, I took the stake and scraped all of the "meat" out of the "coconut". I greedily chomped away at the small scraps of fat and muscle. After my lunch, I went to dessert. I took the rock and repeatedly assaulted his legs with it until they popped off. I laughed as I ripped out each of the bones to his legs and sucked on them like a baby pig.
I had a sudden urge to urinate so I did so all over his mushed carcass. It felt so good and I had no other care in the world.
Just then I could of sworn I saw his mouth moving. I moved closer and closer, but I couldn't hear anything from him. As soon as my ear touched his deceased moving lips, I hear a shout: "Rise 'n shine!"
I awake with a fright to see my friend alive, and uneaten.
"You better get up so we can go head out soon"
I was so happy and the best part was that I was not at all hungry.
AN: I wanted to kill him off but I really wanted to keep this story going. I don't really know why though.