Chapter 6
Looking around the soccer pitch was where they started last time. Out of sight of the windows to the club building, but on the edge of a forest, it was where Endou would go if he was to get free. But there was no sign of him last time, and no sign of him again, or do Gouenji thought, until Kidou gave a small gasp.
"Kidou, what is it, what do you see?" asked Gouenji desperately.
"Over there." Kidou pointed to the outer edges of the forest, but there was nothing to see. But when he stepped forwards for a closer look, he realised what Kidou was so frightened about.
Blood.
Bright, scarlet blood scattered around with animal paw prints. Gouenji couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't just watch as a wild animal just ate Endou up like he was a midnight snack. He had to save him. Ignoring the cries from Kidou not to go, he rushed in to the forest in the vain hope that the animal hadn't yet decided it was time for tea.
The strange haired boy ran straight towards him, like he had been beckoning for him to come. His smell hit him dead on, driving him mad with lust. He wanted his blood, he needed his flesh, and he couldn't live without it. Grinning like the mad wolf he was, he stalked him effortlessly, loving the way he ran in fear, even before he even knew he was there. He would make this kill beautiful, he decided, make the blood paint pictures of agony on the ground, let his prey's body jerk around like it's dancing, and let his screams be like music. Lavishing the thought of it, he leaped gracefully in the air greeting his victim with a smile.