Title: Waiting for Happiness
Character: Evan
Word Count: 151
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for twwotdfic's prompt - "bucolic"
Summary: "It makes me happy"; Evan, post-Countrycide
They have their theories, of course: it's the power, it's the hunt, it's the kill.
Thousands of reasons that could potentially push a man to murder one of his own, to take another human life and eat it.
Maybe it's the taste.
Maybe it's in his DNA, something wrong, something mutated.
Maybe he's evil; maybe he's soulless.
They don't understand – how could they? They're common, they're human, they're nothing. They're meat.
Evan cooperates. He plays along. He smiles at their psychologists, their therapists. They try to fix him and he just waits.
Waits for the next taste.
The next hunt.
The next kill.
He waits because he knows with absolute certainty that the next time he touches that warm flesh, the next time he feels fresh blood roll over his hands, the next time the taste of human meat swamps his mouth— he knows that it will feel better than ever.