Crickets spun unspoken songs within the cloudy sky. The screeches of owls,
the howl of wolves and the whistle of the wind added to the melody; one
small, shaking figure stood too close to a taller, annoyed one.
"Look boy, get off me," with a swift kick off, the boy let go and landed with a thud, "ya should be scared of me," he barred his teeth to the already shaken boy as he stalked off deeper into the woods.
The rapid breathing and the faster pace meant the boy didn't want to trail behind -- good, they'd make up some ground tonight. He walked deeper into the dense forest to notice fog starting to roll in.
He shrugged as he trudged along deeper into the woods. He felt something small bump into his leg.
"What I tell ya boy --" he started to yell but saw no one was there. In fact, he didn't know where the boy was. He sniffed the air and listened for steps, -- nothing.
"Ya wanna play games boy -- fine," his yell echoed throughout the eerie forest. He huffed as he walked along the less traveled path.
A shriek traveled throughout the forest. Creed turned around and sighed -- the boy lagged too far behind and probably got scared of his own shadow. Jubilee would probably get him to retrieve the boy. Seeing no choice in the matter he walked towards the shriek.
He didn't walk for long to see the boy hyperventilating and Jubilee trying to calm the kid down. She just looked at him and pointed to the trees. He looked up to see something tangled up in the tree. He had to wince to see it, a body. He sniffed deeply to smell death and decay. Nothing new to him, he walked over to the shaken boy.
"First times are always killer," he grinned at the feral boy as he walked passed him, "yer gonna get used ta it -- trust me," crushing the leaves before him.
"Billy," he heard a young woman yell off in the distance. He stopped as he looked back. The boy and Jubilee turned their heads to the sound of the voice.
Out of the fog, a young woman appeared barely wearing clothes deemed decent, "Billy -- " she stopped midway when she saw Creed standing there. Her breath quickened as she looked up in the trees. She gave a blood- curling scream as she started to run with outstretched arms.
Creed just sighed as he looked behind him, "C'mon boy, let's get out of this freak show," the shaken boy stood up as he followed Creed. All Creed wanted to do was go on with what he had on his agenda for the past couple of weeks: get rid of the boy and Jubilee, and get back to killing -- was that so hard to ask. A little bit of adrenaline flowed through his body when the girl feared him -- but he knew it would be fleeting to do something about it when spoilsport watched him
Walking in the fog, he took each step to point out his annoyance. Maybe they should've traveled in the morning, but he didn't waste time. He looked forward to see the woman who screamed at him earlier trip and fall on -- nothing.
He tried to walk past her, minding his own business -- when she started squirming towards him. Tears appeared in her eyes as she pleaded with her life. He growled at her as once again tried to walk past her. That's when he heard her heart stop.
He heard a gasp behind him, he groaned -- the boy saw it.
"Uncle 'Tooth is she dead," the boy barely sputtered the words. Turning, he saw the boy turn a shade of white that rivaled the full moon tonight.
"Yeah, I didn't kill her Jubilee, ya saw that right," she just nodded annoyingly as he got an agreement from the specter. If he didn't know better, she was trying to find a reason to be pissed off at him; however, he couldn't be concerned with that and looked at the situation at hand. So far he saw one person die of fright and another dead on a tree. In a regular night, he'd call it slow, but that's something he only could strive for now.
"Peggy," Oh no, not again, "Peggy -- " again out of the fog a girl who wore less than the one that died next to him appeared. She covered her hand over her mouth as she screamed from the top of her lungs in fear and 'ran' away from him.
He looked behind him to see the boy positively spooked; yet, when he looked over to Jubilee, she rolled her eyes as she started to float towards him.
"Can't ya not scare the locals here," she whispered to him. He didn't try to; maybe because he had blood caked on his face and his arms. He didn't see a need to wash up since it'd be the three of them.
"Shaddup, Jubilee," he yelled at the spirit who turned her back on him and went on trying to comfort the boy, "we're movin' on boy -- or would ya like ta stay here with yer friends," he saw the boy frantically move towards the already moving Creed.
He only walked a few steps when he heard someone trying to start an engine. A prime car ready to be stolen by him to make this annoying trip go by faster, what an opportunity. He quickened his pace towards the sound of the engine.
When he got over a hill, he looked down to see a hysterical woman inside a new car.
"Wait here, Iggy," he heard Jubilee ask the boy as he felt her presence next to him.
Smiling, he pointed to the car, "Five bucks says she stalls for a couple more minutes," he saw her scoff at the proposal, and he couldn't help but chuckle about the situation.
The woman in the car tried started the car again and ended up hitting the wheel with her hands. Even from the distance he was, he heard her curse and press too hard on the pedal. He saw her make eye contact with him, and he winked at her. Apparently, she didn't like that as she redoubled her efforts, wailing in distress as if she was about to die.
Creed couldn't help but laugh at the situation. This seemed like a bad plot twist from a movie. Apparently, his laugh didn't go so well with the woman in the car as she started to hit the wheel with one hand and turn the key with the other.
He couldn't stop laughing for a couple of minutes, looking around he saw Jubilee trying to comfort the frightened boy. His laughter died down when he saw the woman trying the same thing again and again. Now he started to get irritated. Couldn't the woman calm down enough to know that the car wasn't working? Even he knew that from a distance.
Her wails continued for a while as he decided standing for this would waste too much energy. Sitting down he sighed to see the woman in so much fear. The adrenaline rush of doing that made him feel somewhat powerful, but that was in the beginning.
He felt the cool wind blow up against the front of his face. Her screaming voice, panicked kicks to the pedal, and twisting of keys in sockets accompanied the wind. This only made him angry as he growled and started to go down the slope of the hill. If anything, he could calm the girl down, steal her car and get out of this place.
This didn't bode well with the driver of the car as she punched the wheel with keys in hand -- only to let the airbag go out and punch her hand to her face. He heard a crack of bones as he knew that her neck snapped from whiplash. Adding insult to injury, he looked closer inside the car, the woman had keys impaled in her head. He automatically turned around to see Jubilee looking down at him.
"I didn't do it," he roared at the specter, as she appeared right next to him.
"Can ya at least get rid of the body so the Igster won't have ta deal with another death tonight," she asked as she disappeared from his view.
He growled all the way down as he opened the door of the driver side, took the keys out of the skull of the woman, threw the body out like a rag doll, and tore off what was left of the air bag. Looking around inside, this car looked better inside than outside -- too bad it didn't work.
"C'mon, we're wastin' time here," he announced to his obligations as he growled a went inside the car. He put in the first key and turned. The engine roared proudly as he shrugged.
He heard the back door open as the youthful feral slid inside. He turned on the radio to find a station playing some crappy songs. He hit the radio and that made it turn off. Great, he needed another source of entertainment right now. He looked back to see the boy visibly shaking. Now how could he rub it in?
"Ain't no ones fault 'bout their deaths but their own," he turned and started driving the heavily brushed path, "Fear makes humans stupid," rubbing in Iggy's fear and subtly calling the boy stupid. With a grin on his face, he looked at the rear view mirror as his grin slowly drooped.
A man, all in black, with red eyes, and a smile that rivaled his own stood next to the carcass of the woman that tried to start the car. The man stood almost as tall as Iggy when he mouthed something to Creed -- thank you.
He looked back at Iggy, whose pail face and shaking body focused only at Jubilee's words. When he looked back at the rear view mirror -- the body and the carcass vanished.
"Look boy, get off me," with a swift kick off, the boy let go and landed with a thud, "ya should be scared of me," he barred his teeth to the already shaken boy as he stalked off deeper into the woods.
The rapid breathing and the faster pace meant the boy didn't want to trail behind -- good, they'd make up some ground tonight. He walked deeper into the dense forest to notice fog starting to roll in.
He shrugged as he trudged along deeper into the woods. He felt something small bump into his leg.
"What I tell ya boy --" he started to yell but saw no one was there. In fact, he didn't know where the boy was. He sniffed the air and listened for steps, -- nothing.
"Ya wanna play games boy -- fine," his yell echoed throughout the eerie forest. He huffed as he walked along the less traveled path.
A shriek traveled throughout the forest. Creed turned around and sighed -- the boy lagged too far behind and probably got scared of his own shadow. Jubilee would probably get him to retrieve the boy. Seeing no choice in the matter he walked towards the shriek.
He didn't walk for long to see the boy hyperventilating and Jubilee trying to calm the kid down. She just looked at him and pointed to the trees. He looked up to see something tangled up in the tree. He had to wince to see it, a body. He sniffed deeply to smell death and decay. Nothing new to him, he walked over to the shaken boy.
"First times are always killer," he grinned at the feral boy as he walked passed him, "yer gonna get used ta it -- trust me," crushing the leaves before him.
"Billy," he heard a young woman yell off in the distance. He stopped as he looked back. The boy and Jubilee turned their heads to the sound of the voice.
Out of the fog, a young woman appeared barely wearing clothes deemed decent, "Billy -- " she stopped midway when she saw Creed standing there. Her breath quickened as she looked up in the trees. She gave a blood- curling scream as she started to run with outstretched arms.
Creed just sighed as he looked behind him, "C'mon boy, let's get out of this freak show," the shaken boy stood up as he followed Creed. All Creed wanted to do was go on with what he had on his agenda for the past couple of weeks: get rid of the boy and Jubilee, and get back to killing -- was that so hard to ask. A little bit of adrenaline flowed through his body when the girl feared him -- but he knew it would be fleeting to do something about it when spoilsport watched him
Walking in the fog, he took each step to point out his annoyance. Maybe they should've traveled in the morning, but he didn't waste time. He looked forward to see the woman who screamed at him earlier trip and fall on -- nothing.
He tried to walk past her, minding his own business -- when she started squirming towards him. Tears appeared in her eyes as she pleaded with her life. He growled at her as once again tried to walk past her. That's when he heard her heart stop.
He heard a gasp behind him, he groaned -- the boy saw it.
"Uncle 'Tooth is she dead," the boy barely sputtered the words. Turning, he saw the boy turn a shade of white that rivaled the full moon tonight.
"Yeah, I didn't kill her Jubilee, ya saw that right," she just nodded annoyingly as he got an agreement from the specter. If he didn't know better, she was trying to find a reason to be pissed off at him; however, he couldn't be concerned with that and looked at the situation at hand. So far he saw one person die of fright and another dead on a tree. In a regular night, he'd call it slow, but that's something he only could strive for now.
"Peggy," Oh no, not again, "Peggy -- " again out of the fog a girl who wore less than the one that died next to him appeared. She covered her hand over her mouth as she screamed from the top of her lungs in fear and 'ran' away from him.
He looked behind him to see the boy positively spooked; yet, when he looked over to Jubilee, she rolled her eyes as she started to float towards him.
"Can't ya not scare the locals here," she whispered to him. He didn't try to; maybe because he had blood caked on his face and his arms. He didn't see a need to wash up since it'd be the three of them.
"Shaddup, Jubilee," he yelled at the spirit who turned her back on him and went on trying to comfort the boy, "we're movin' on boy -- or would ya like ta stay here with yer friends," he saw the boy frantically move towards the already moving Creed.
He only walked a few steps when he heard someone trying to start an engine. A prime car ready to be stolen by him to make this annoying trip go by faster, what an opportunity. He quickened his pace towards the sound of the engine.
When he got over a hill, he looked down to see a hysterical woman inside a new car.
"Wait here, Iggy," he heard Jubilee ask the boy as he felt her presence next to him.
Smiling, he pointed to the car, "Five bucks says she stalls for a couple more minutes," he saw her scoff at the proposal, and he couldn't help but chuckle about the situation.
The woman in the car tried started the car again and ended up hitting the wheel with her hands. Even from the distance he was, he heard her curse and press too hard on the pedal. He saw her make eye contact with him, and he winked at her. Apparently, she didn't like that as she redoubled her efforts, wailing in distress as if she was about to die.
Creed couldn't help but laugh at the situation. This seemed like a bad plot twist from a movie. Apparently, his laugh didn't go so well with the woman in the car as she started to hit the wheel with one hand and turn the key with the other.
He couldn't stop laughing for a couple of minutes, looking around he saw Jubilee trying to comfort the frightened boy. His laughter died down when he saw the woman trying the same thing again and again. Now he started to get irritated. Couldn't the woman calm down enough to know that the car wasn't working? Even he knew that from a distance.
Her wails continued for a while as he decided standing for this would waste too much energy. Sitting down he sighed to see the woman in so much fear. The adrenaline rush of doing that made him feel somewhat powerful, but that was in the beginning.
He felt the cool wind blow up against the front of his face. Her screaming voice, panicked kicks to the pedal, and twisting of keys in sockets accompanied the wind. This only made him angry as he growled and started to go down the slope of the hill. If anything, he could calm the girl down, steal her car and get out of this place.
This didn't bode well with the driver of the car as she punched the wheel with keys in hand -- only to let the airbag go out and punch her hand to her face. He heard a crack of bones as he knew that her neck snapped from whiplash. Adding insult to injury, he looked closer inside the car, the woman had keys impaled in her head. He automatically turned around to see Jubilee looking down at him.
"I didn't do it," he roared at the specter, as she appeared right next to him.
"Can ya at least get rid of the body so the Igster won't have ta deal with another death tonight," she asked as she disappeared from his view.
He growled all the way down as he opened the door of the driver side, took the keys out of the skull of the woman, threw the body out like a rag doll, and tore off what was left of the air bag. Looking around inside, this car looked better inside than outside -- too bad it didn't work.
"C'mon, we're wastin' time here," he announced to his obligations as he growled a went inside the car. He put in the first key and turned. The engine roared proudly as he shrugged.
He heard the back door open as the youthful feral slid inside. He turned on the radio to find a station playing some crappy songs. He hit the radio and that made it turn off. Great, he needed another source of entertainment right now. He looked back to see the boy visibly shaking. Now how could he rub it in?
"Ain't no ones fault 'bout their deaths but their own," he turned and started driving the heavily brushed path, "Fear makes humans stupid," rubbing in Iggy's fear and subtly calling the boy stupid. With a grin on his face, he looked at the rear view mirror as his grin slowly drooped.
A man, all in black, with red eyes, and a smile that rivaled his own stood next to the carcass of the woman that tried to start the car. The man stood almost as tall as Iggy when he mouthed something to Creed -- thank you.
He looked back at Iggy, whose pail face and shaking body focused only at Jubilee's words. When he looked back at the rear view mirror -- the body and the carcass vanished.