Kill
Verb /kil/
: To cause the death of (a person, animal, or other living thing).
Chapter II: Slayer
It was a dark and stormy night, the land was filled with a mushy and rainy atmosphere. The trees were shaken vigorously and bolts of lightning pierced the ground. Down in the dirt and muddy soil stood Butch, looking up into the cold, rainy air. Butch stood on a small rock hanging down the cliff, howling at the half moon above for what seemed hours through the night.
Butch held his head up, eyes tearing down his stiff, cold sockets looking at the moon. His shape was brutally damaged and in horrible condition. Scars were in on our all over his body, his left eye hanging down with blood and gush. Luckily he could see with both eyes, but blinded by the blood all over it. He howled a hoarse, and deep howl, the bass fluttered through the sky like an eagle soaring in the thin air. He looked up and saw the innocence, he saw to where he imagined his family would be, away from a War. Guilt and shame rises up his spine, but what he felt the most was a heat of Rage. He huffed out and mumbled words to himself that not even he could interpret.
Butch got off the rock and was heading the opposite direction of the den. He looked back to what appeared would be the place he would stay in forever, with his family all happily and safe. He looked and saw blood and broken memories. He left the ruins and headed toward the dense forest, he limped his way in and painfully treaded his broken paws.
Butch's eyes were fuming, fuming with rage and anger. His own mind stands over his rage, but the anger beats him to it and he can't stop. He growls and screams, and pounds the dirt with extreme agony. He runs Through the nightly forest, blood pouring behind him. His mouth was dangling with blood and saliva, and grins evilly at his next victim.
He smells something, and it's blood. Once he smells it, it gets onto him and he doesn't let go.
Butch is headed toward the enemy, this time for Revenge. He barely entered Jasper Park, but he was on his way to Banff. He didn't care about his death, all he wanted is to see them die with his own eyes. He's headed to what seems to be Jasper, back to his old gang. Step by step, Butch's meal for vengeance is on his way.
In the Outskirts of Banff
The rogue wolves huddled back to their camp after the encounter with Butch. They were certain he is dead. The camp was barely outside of Banff's deep, dense forest and a large cave stood out in front of them. Out the large cave came their leader, King. Yea, his name was King, at least that's just what his wolves called him.
He was notorious around Jasper mostly, and got exiled by the Western Pack. Him and Winston were great friends, they were like brothers. But when one decided to take greed and hold the throne, they destroy the other's respect. So they had their dispute, and King was beaten and banished from Jasper forever. Many other wolves joined in his rebellion, and ran to Banff with him. King has scars all over his body, most of them turned into white fur mostly because of his age. He has a thick, black coat with a hint of grey and brown. Very large, brown eyes with deep eye bags. King's ways of fighting and conquering were very brutal, and he had his way with many outsiders. One including Butch, who ran away effortlessly.
Butch was one of the best trained fighters of King. Butch was exellent in fighting, stealth, and war tactics. King admired his skills and highly respected him. Butch was given honor in the pack, and earned pride for his hard work. But later Butch realized what he was turning into, so he looked at himself once and realized he didn't want to have that life. After what he did to Hutch he wanted better. King saw this and got angry, and threatened to kill him if he ran away. But Butch, being the stubborn wolf he was ran away from Banff. He ran away even further down Jasper, where he finally decided to settle down and raise a family. King sent out groups of wolves to track down and search him, and many came back without a trace. One wolf led a team of five, his name was Kane. A fully brown wolf, with blood orange eyes and a snarky attitude. He was the second best trained wolf before Butch, and Kane highly envied him. Kane hated him with pure rage and tracked him down and killed him. Kane came back to Banff with the team, and King stood in front of the den awaiting them.
"Is it done?" King answered to him.
"Yea it's done, he's gone. Just like you wanted..." Kane scoffed, walking past him inside the cave.
"Good. Let that be a lesson to him.." King said getting inside. Inside the cave were the wolves vanished from every pack in Jasper, and formed a gang lurking outside their turf. These wolves were brutal, viscious, and had no remorse when it comes to revenge.
"Big-Time lesson for that Bastard. Little did we know he had a family with him but we put them away also.." Kane, said who sat down in the corner gnawing on a bone.
"And yet that settles to a much worse dispute. Only if the wolves of Jasper knew what we were capable of then I'll seek my taste for revenge.." King barked.
"Forget them..." Kane answers.
"I wanna kill, every last one of them.." King glared at him.
"I said Forget those fucking bastards, they kicked us into this shit and you're willing to go back?" Kane stood up to King.
"I'm going back for War! I had enough of this shit, I'm not spending the rest of my life eating scraps and bones or any other kind of garbage in this hellhole!" King barked at Kane, but Kane still stood tall and faced him.
"We have Us. We stay as a family, once one of us goes down we crumble together as a hole! We need more numbers!" Kane said to him. King thought for a moment and looked inside the cave. The cave was filled with wolves looking down on the two.
"We have enough wolves, we go in my way and my way is how I like it. No wolf runs away when I'm leading, just like what happened to that bastard Butch."
"Butch was my Target! I killed him! You didn't do shit, I only took orders for myself-"
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me kid!" King spat in his face. Kane only scoffed obnoxiously.
"I'm not your kid, and you're not my King! You're just an old bastard who's ass I have to wipe cause you can't do it yourself. So much for a king.." Kane spat back at him.
"Fuck you." King spat.
"No. Fuck you."
"I should kill you right here, right now."
"Do it you mutt.." Kane barked as wolves got in the way to stop the two from ending in a brawl. The two wolves settled and looked each other in the eye.
"You lost your respect to your best Wolf out there..." Kane said to him as he left the cave.
"That's right you better run, Kid!" King shouted to him at the entrance. Kane left out of sight and King got back into his plan.
"I'll need a diversion of wolves to spy on the Western pack, I'll need to know every move of theirs." King spoke.
"How many wolves?" A wolf asked.
"Send me two wolves down. Actually send three, just in case hell gets sent loose." He said as he ordered the wolves out the den.
"How do we know if this is gonna work?" One wolf said.
"I-I don't know yet. It'll take some time, right now I just want some rest. I'll hear from them when they get back."
Outside of Jasper
Butch walked for hours and hours, away from the tormenting life he put behind him. Tears of grief and rage flowed down his face, and he twitched rapidly from the memories of his family inside his head. Butch couldn't keep up his pace and fell to the ground, crying out to them. But again, he sees blood of his own and wishes it was someone else's. He gets up fuming and snarling, wanting to fight back for anything he has left. The black crippled wolf slowly walked through the forest, awaiting for his next meal. He slithers through the forest like a snake in the grass, and uses his figure for stealth and camouflage.
He was Hungry. But this time, he's hungry for blood.
Butch's ears perked up instantly when he recognizes the scent he picked, it was a wolf. No take that back, it was wolves coming his way. He gets low in the grass and follows the scent, until it leads him to a group of wolves walking along the way. Butch's eyes scanned the wolves and he immediently identifies them, and recognizes their faces. They were from his former gang, the ones that killed his family. Butch now hated them more than anything that can ever be hated, he followed and sneaked up on the wolves hearing their conversation. Butch wanted them dead, he wanted them to feel the rage and pain that was given to him. Butch followed them and snarled lightly under his breath, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Why the hell didn't King just send the rest of us to spy? A group of three makes us look pathetic and weak.." A wolf said.
"Remember this is only an espionage not an attack, we'll report what we see.." He said.
"There's nothing to see, just a bunch of western faggots living the life and taking all the caribou from us.."
"Last I heard they were thinking of uniting with the Eatsern pack. Imagine that, two clans joining together just for a damn ceremony.." The wolf let out a laugh.
"Yea, the wedding was supposed to be held by the pack leaders daughter, apparently these the next in the one after Winston.."
"Hey I'll catch up with you, I'm gonna go answer nature's call.." The wolf said as he ran to a nearby tree.
Butch followed closely and noticed one was falling behind going to take a leak. Butch was now behind the tree, eyeballing him making sure he wasn't going anywhere. Butch took the chance to clamp on his neck, very silently, and dragged him in the bushes. The wolf tried to scream, but Butch held his mouth shut. He went for the neck, and the wolf stood no chance, and died at an instant once his jugular was crushed.
"Where the hell did Tim go?" The wolf asked looking behind to see that Tim was no longer with him.
"He went for a piss, he should be back by now" the other said getting more concerned. Both wolves stopped dead and called out his name, but no answer.
"Son of a bitch, where did he go?" The wolf growled, getting impatient.
"Here! Look, there's movement in the bushes there!" The other wolf said as he saw the bushes shake from the distance. Both walked closer and the bushes stopped for a brief moment, and both had disturbed looks on their faces.
"Tim?" He called out again. Then his severed head rolls away from the bushes landing in front of their feet's. The wolves shrieked and stood dead in their tracks, observing the severed head.
Surely enough it was Tim's. His eyes were clawed out of their sockets, tongue appears to be missing, and blood ran all across from the bushes to his bone that was broken apart to the head. The wolf uttered out his breath, and began shivering from the disturbing sight of his friends head.
"WHO THE HELL IS OUT THERE?! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU HERE ME, I WI-" The wolf screamed, but was siezed in the bushes by Butch.
The other wolf looked behind and saw his other pal missing without a trace. He stood in the middle of the forest all alone, watching his friend die and the other one disappear out of sight. "W-who's there!?" The frightened wolf screamed, with a shaky and timid voice.
"COME OUT!" He yelled, the scream echoed through the forest, sending the birds out their branches. The wolf looked in every direction to find the creature who killed his friends.
"Lookin for someone?" Butch came out from behind standing a good distance from the other wolf. The wolf turned and was mortified, he let out several breaths and walked backwards. He couldn't believe his own eyes at what he's seeing, he was sure that Butch was dead. Butch stood calm, and slowly walked toward the cowering Wolf. Blood was all over his mouth and paws, and a very disturbing and angry look grew on his face.
"B-Butch?.. h-how.." He stuttered, gritting his teeth.
"What's the matter? It looks like you just saw a ghost.." Butch growled lightly, walking slowly toward him.
"Th-this can't be! You're dead! We've killed you!" The wolf barked at his face, standing up against him this time. Butch looked down for a moment, he was right. A part of him is dead inside, no emotions or any affenction whatsoever.
"You should've checked if I was alive, now I'm gonna make sure your not..." Butch said walking closer.
"I-I don't understand..."
"You..Killed..My family.." Butch snarled, spitting blood through his jaws. Butch lundged at the wolf, tackling him and pinning him down on the hard dirt. Butch claws his shoulders and clamps him right on his back, making sure he stays in place.
"Ahhh, p-please! D-don't kill me! I'll do anything, I swear..." He pleaded.
"Give me a reason Why shouldn't pull your tounge out of your throat?" Butch asked calmly, but in a demanded and strict tone.
"W-we were friends right? You wouldn't wanna kill your friend?" The wolf begged. Butch held his paws onto the wolf's neck, the wolf gasped for air but was struggling to break out of it.
"We were never friends. And after I kill you, I'm gonna kill the rest of the gang. Every. Single. Last one of them. Starting with you.." Butch growled, strangling the wolf.
"F-f-fuck...you.." The wolf let out.
Butch let go of his neck and the wolf coughed blood up his nose. Butch slapped him across the snout and left several deep marks. He began to hyperventilate, and later on the ground looking at the large wolf towering above him. Butch roared and clawed him several times, around the face, stomach, and groin areas. He made deep and clean cuts, tearing through his flesh like a cleaver chopping through meat. The wolf's face was dismembered, and his whole body from the inside was laying out on the outside. Butch took a step back, his face all bloody looking at the corpse he hacked apart in pieces. It was a bloodbath, and Butch quickly ditched the body in a nearby bush.
Butch continued his journey for revenge, making his way toward the Rogues. Nothing is going to stop him from going there. The sun was settling, which was better for him. His dark figure swifted through the Night, a brutal, and silent but deadly force of nature. Butch ran through the ghostly woods like a Demon unchained.