Settling himself in for a long wait, Cedric ignored the cold water as it trickled down the back of his neck. He pulled the poncho closer as he settled down on his stomach, he was used to the discomforts of hunting, and no rain or hikers stumbling into the hunt while seeking shelter from the rain were not going to stop him from collecting his trophy. Neither the injun nor his two cop buddies were going to escape their fates that easily, not after they had so cold bloodily murdered Jesse. And the four hikers who had been unlucky enough to have sought shelter with them to escape from the rain just added more thrill to the hunt.

Lying flat on his stomach, with his gun resting on the ground in front of him in easy reach, Cedric lifted up the night vision glasses, leaving them resting on the top of his head as he peered through the curtain of ferns as he watched the cabin. He smiled when the windows were bathed in the soft yellow light of a lantern and he was able to watch the figures inside as they moved past the windows. His fingers itched to pick up the gun and take one of them out but that would ruin the fun and spoil the spirit of the hunt.

No, he wanted to take them out one by one while leaving the injun and his cop friends until last. He wanted the injun to know that he was still coming and that he had him firmly in his sights.

He had no doubts at all that the injun and the two cops had told the hikers their story and he had expected the hikers to be cautious, but he also knew he had two advantages up his sleeve. The cops and the injun did not know that Jesse was dead and that after the injun almost drowned in the flooded stream, they would never expect him to be able to cross to this side, especially with the storm that seemed to have set in, still raging above them.

His patience was rewarded less than an hour later when the cabin door opened and one of the hikers, with a rifle slung over his shoulder, opened the cabin door and carefully looked around before stepping out and closing the door behind him. Slipping the night vision glasses back down over his eyes, Cedric held his breath and lowered his head as he watched the man pause again as he turned on his torch before shining it around the clearing, clearly searching for any threats.

Cedric's smile morphed into a large grin as the man lowered his torch before grabbing the wooden bucket that sat on the small patio in front of the cabin door, before stepping down and heading towards the well located near the far edge of the small clearing. Keeping the man in sight, he wriggle back a little on his stomach, until he was satisfied that he wouldn't be able to be seen. Grabbing his hunting knife, he quietly pushed himself up onto his feet and began to stalk his victim, confident that the rain would help to make him almost invisible amongst the trees and would smother any noise he might make as he neared his prey.

Reaching the old well, Jim paused and looked around again, unable to shake the feeling that he was being watched. God, he hated being out of the city, he had never understood just what the enjoyment was that some people found hiking and camping. There was nothing about deliberately going outdoors to be 'one with nature' that appealed to him at all. Walking around to the other side of the well, he placed the bucket on the ground, looking up as another flash of lightening lit up the evening sky. Unable to stop himself from gasping from cold as the rain suddenly increased and the icy wind picked up, chilling him to the bone, Jim slipped the rifle from his shoulder before he rested it within easy reach against the side of the well. Grabbing the well's handle, he began to slowly turn it as a deafening clap of thunder rumbled around the clearing, making him jump a little in fright.

Chiding himself, he shook his head, glad that Lee was not there with him, watching him being so jumpy, he continued to turn the handle, slowly bringing up the heavy bucket of water towards the top of the well.

Stepping silently up behind the man drawing water from the well, using the thunder to cover any noise of his approach, Cedric grinned wolfishly as he suddenly grabbed the man's head with one hand, violently yanking it back against his own chest before slashing the hiker's throat with one well practiced, deep cut.

Jim never knew what was coming or even had a chance to react or even call out as he let go of the well's handle and instinctively reached for his throat, trying weakly to stop his life blood from flowing away as Cedric dragged him back into the dark safety of the tree line and underbrush.

Dumping Jim's body in the middle of a large, thick clump of ferns, Cedric leaned down and using the front of Jim's shirt, wiped the blood from his knife. Satisfied that his knife was clean, he turned and headed back to the well to collect the man's rifle before he silently retreated back into the forest and made his way back to where he had left the rest of his weapons.

Grinning, he whispered, "One down, Jesse, and six more to go! I told you this was going to be the best hunt yet. I told you!"