A pile of corpses lay before them. Mello felt his face pale drastically as he counted a total of twenty in all. There were people of all ages, but he couldn't believe the brutality that he was looking at. The reek of decay was thick in the air around them, and the rain wasn't helping the smell. All of the corpses were nude, partially decayed and ripped open in some way. An elderly man who had a stubby beard and glazed brown eyes had his throat (literally) torn out and only the back part of his neck remained, and his chest appeared to have been torn open and his heart and lungs removed.

A young girl, who appeared only three with black braids had her eyes ripped out, one of her ears was missing and a chuck of her thigh was also gone, reveling bone. A teenage girl lay atop a boy who appeared to have been six when he died had half her face missing, appearing to have been crushed in by a hammer and her breasts were missing, only the fact she had been stripped allowed Mello to see she had been a girl when she was alive.

The boy she lay on top of was missing the top part of his head, showing his brains and an eye was gone, the remaining one dangled from the socket, and both his arms appeared to have been ripped off and lay off to the side. They lay beside a young man who was missing his entire middle half. There was so much gore and dried blood that Mello felt as though he'd blow chucks.

Wait, no, Matt barfed before him.

Then he followed his friend and puked in disgust.

The redhead let tears slip from his eyes as he pointed a quivering finger to a body that lay away from the rest. Mello saw he was pointing to a young girl who may have been fifth-teen she sucked in shallow breaths. She had short black hair with dark brown eyes; she appeared to have been Thai and was still wearing clothing. She wore a ripped pink dress that had red and blue roses all over it. She wore a sandal on her left foot, the other foot was bare and her head hung at an unusual angle.

Mello also noticed that her fingers were all broken, bending at odd angles that were almost painful to look at and so were her ankles. Mello saw bone poking out from her arm. Bone also poked through her left knee, one would see that the bone was cracked and her face was tearstained. She was dying, ever so slowly, dying. Blood was leaking from the corner of her mouth in a thin, slowly drying stream. Her throat was also shallowly slit allowing her to die painfully, and very slowly. The blood stained her clothes and in some small places around her throat.

"I-I saw h-her." Matt sobbed. "She-she was hiding in the trees…I-I saw her…I saw her, Mello, I saw her…."

"That's impossible!" the blonde croaked. His voice suddenly softened when Matt started to sob uncontrollably. "Even if she had been, you know, able to stand a few minutes ago, Matty, she wouldn't have been able to walk… much less run…or fucking move very far. Look, we have to call that bastard Aizawa and we have to tell him about this and we need to get the fuck out of here before we join the damn pile."

"She was the one who was p-probably sc-screaming." Matt said after barfing some more a thick amount of saliva slipping from between his lips. "W-we can save her…."

Matt ran to her side, Mello followed warily. The girl cried in slow, pained sobs that just made the blood flow from her throat quicker. She looked at the two elder teens through teary brown eyes. She raised one of her hands, which shook uncontrollably. She held a silver necklace in front of Matt's face. It was bloodied, yet shiny.

"Take this…Near…run…run…." She struggled to say, but blood spurted from her throat and poured from her mouth. She took in a labored breath, then let it out and took another in and let it out. "…Hurts…." She muttered blood pouring freely.

"Mel…!" Matt sobbed panicking.

Mello couldn't do anything. He was too horrified, too shocked by the raw brutality. What would make anyone, even a crazed killer wanna do something so cruel to anyone? Mello didn't wish what the girl was going through on even his worst enemy. It was too terrible. The girl stared at him with eyes that were slowly becoming glazed. She was in lots of pain, both physically and no doubt mentally. He knew what had to be done.

Pulling his gun out from his pack Mello shoved a bewildered Matt aside.

"Can you hear me?" he asked.

She gave a weak, barely noticeable nod.

"Okay, count to four in your head and all your pain will end, kay?"

She nodded again.

"One," Mello started as he loaded ammo into the gun he held. "Two." He said as he turned the safety off. "Three." He said in a broken sob as he gently rested the gun against the girl's temple. "Four." He said in a barely audible voice and pulled the trigger.

And she was dead.

Matt stared at Mello and the dead girl in both disbelief and horror.

For several seconds neither one of them spoke or moved. Then Mello stood after taking the necklace the girl had offered them and tossed it to Matt who caught it with shaky hands. He stared down at it with mute horror.

"Let's get out of here." Mello mumbled coldly.

Warm tears sled down his face, but Matt didn't notice at first since it was raining pretty hard. Matt wasn't angry with his friend. He knew that the girl was in a lot of pain and it was best that they killed her rather than letting whoever had done that to her to kill her. But that didn't make the fact that he'd just witnessed Mello kill someone, a girl, and not seem affected by it.

"We could've saved her…." Matt sobbed.

His blonde friend turned around, blue eyes slightly reddened, that was when Matt knew Mello was crying and that only upset him more. Mello was the stronger one between them. He was the lion, whilst Matt was the dog. He was the master and Matt the slave. Mello always seemed to be the most held together and seeing him crying made the redheaded gamer wonder if they were going to die.

"No, we couldn't have." Mello groaned looking at the girl's body sympathetically. "Yet in some small way, Matt, I think we sorta did. Matt, we need to get the freakin hell outta here before the killer comes back! For all we know he's watching us this fucking minute and he's pissed we killed her, mercifully! We need to freakin bolt!"

"Mels, we can't run from this!" Matt shouted pulling at his hair. "If we do the killer will get rid of the corpses and we'll look crazy! We'll look fucking crazy! Haven't you seen those movies?"

"What fucking movie did you watch?" Mello snapped at his friend. Matt barely heard Mello over the thunder, which boomed in the distance. "Who in fucking hell can move this many corpses? Tell me Matt who?"

Matt shook his head sniffling.

"Okay, let's go!" Mello said taking a few swift steps away. He watched as Matt held the necklace firmly, hesitating moving.

"Matt?" Mello muttered feeling totally weak. The gamer looked at Mello. Both of them were soaked. "If we find whoever did this…let me kill him." Matt muttered giving the pile of corpses one last glance. Mello nodded. They jogged off ignoring the rain just hoping to get somewhere far away and safe.

Little did they know, they had been watched, and they had been watched by the same figure that had ribbons tied around their arm. They watched the two teens from the tree branch they stood on. They growled from deep within their throat and looked at the pile of corpses and to the girl who was killed by the blonde teen. Climbing down the tree they scratched their head feeling as fat, black bugs fell from their messy, dirty ginger hair and to the ground. The bugs crawled around wildly, before they were crushed beneath a foot.

The squished bugs twitched slightly in death.

They shook their head and lumbered over to the dead boy's corpse and pulled out the eye, which dangled out from its socket and held it. They stared at it, and then they licked it. They savored the taste for a brief moment then popped it in their mouth and ate it. They laughed wickedly as they swallowed. Running in the direction Matt and Mello had headed they knew it was only a matter of time, before they got to devour their eyes.

Meanwhile, the two teens stood leaning against an oak tree's obese trunk, panting. They were silent, only their heavy breathing was heard, but Matt caught his breath quickly and was the one to break said silence. "Are we safe yet?" he asked. Mello gave him a glare and shook his head. "Not even damn close to safe." He muttered.

"I'm tired."

"So am I."

"I'm feeling a bit sick, Mels."

"So am I."

"I'm really hungry."

"So am I."

"I wanna go home and play some video games and pretend this never happened!"

"So do I."

"I hate my life right now! Can we switch lives?"

"Hell no."

"Why not, Mels?" Matt whined.

Mello gave him a look that suggested Matt was insane, but then he grinned. "Because, even though I think it totally sucks right now, my life is awesome."

"You're a major jackass." Matt pouted with a smirk. "You make me feel better even when you know we could die at any moment, but I still think you're a major jackass."

"At least I'm not a motherfucking moron."

"Cold." Matt said wiping rain from his forehead, it'd just stopped raining, but he was still soaked. And thunder and lightening was still going on and off. "That was really cold and harsh, Mels." He said rather calmly grinning a small powerless smile.

"Too tired to care." Mello breathed out looking up at the dark gray, cloudy sky with weary, half lidded blue eyes. "I'm too damn tired to care about anything I say about or to you right now." The blonde jumped slightly when thunder boomed loudly overhead. Lightening flashed making everything around them seem more than eerie. Matt chuckled nervously.

At that moment a cry of rage echoed in the empty air.

Mello felt someone slam into his side with incredible force. Then the next thing he knew he was facedown on the ground. Matt cried out in shock as the teen that knocked Mello over turned to him. He had ribbons of all colors tied around his arm and he wore a mask that appeared to have been made from a variety of bird feathers, a deer hide vest, lizard skin boots, short, shorts that appeared to have been made by red fox hide and gloves, which appeared to have been made of human skin, the thought sickened Matt.

The redhead dodged to the side as he was rushed.

The unknown, yet obviously savage teenage boy was quick and turned on his heel. He leapt at Matt, but was stopped in mid-flight and sent flying backwards as Mello fired multiple shots and hit him each time. The teen lay groaning on the ground. Matt ran to the blonde's side in both fear and concern.

"Mels are you okay?"

"Better than that fucker is." He replied. "Think we shoulder finish him?"

"Better than letting the bastard run around chopping people to pieces like…like…."

"Yeah." Mello nodded understandingly.

Matt sighed quietly pulling his gun from his pack.

He cried out as the teen that had attacked them stood and spat blood out at them. His mask fell off his face showing filthy skin that was tanned. He had dark blue eyes that were staring at Matt with a half crazed, yet hungry glare that was mostly hate mixed with insanity and hunger for their flesh. His ginger hair was messy, wet and filthy; leaves stuck in with mud, twigs, blood, what appeared to be tree sap and tufts of feathers were in tangles of his hair. Blood seeped from his wounds, but luckily none of them were fatal. The teen wanted to run, but was sure that his wounds would either worsen or slow him down, yet he knew he wasn't an equal opponent for his quarry. He wasn't used to fighting armed prey. He looked around as if he would find some way of escape even though he knew he wouldn't.

Mello stared at the wounded teen, who appeared ready to run. "What's your name?" he demanded. The teen looked at him perplexed. Mello stared at him hard as if he'd find his answer by staring the boy down, but he never got his answer. "What's your name?" the blonde eventually repeated. This time the teen appeared as though he'd speak but before he could get one word out a spear pierced his throat, stomach and chest, killing him.

Blood poured from his wounds and he made a few sick choked gurgling sounds before crumbling to the ground in a heap. What the hell? Matt shouted in his head. Suddenly there was a loud cry of triumph. Mello pulled Matt down and they hid behind a fat tree that was nearby. They watched as another teen appeared. He seemed to be at least sixteen years old and he had short, messy honey colored hair with brown eyes and pale skin. He had dark rings below his eyes as if he hadn't slept in a long, long time and he wore regular clothes that consisted of: a white t-shirt, jeans ripped at the knees and matching black bracelets, which hung loosely around his wrists. He was soaked, muddy and his clothing seemed to have been stained by what appeared to have been dried blood. He reached down into one of his jeans pockets and pulled out a corkscrew. Matt and Mello watched in horror as he drove the corkscrew into the dead teen's left eye and twisted it around a few times before pulling a crushed eyeball from the corpse's skull. He laughed darkly at the sight of the impaled eyeball.

There was scrambling of feet and snapping of twigs, then another boy appeared. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen. He had messy black hair and super pale skin he had the darkest rings under his eyes and his eyes…his eyes…those eyes were crimson red. He wore a black t-shirt that had a slightly ripped sleeve and jeans that were soaked by rain and blood. He grabbed the eyeball from his (apparent) friend and ate it. The two hiding teens (Mello and Matt) thought they'd puke, but luckily they didn't, they continued watching in horror and utter disgust. The elder of the two pointed to the dead teen's chest and the younger teen nodded in compliance. He drove the corkscrew into the corpses chest.

His friend then shoved him aside. The one who had had the corkscrew whined, but as soon as his friend gave him a growl of anger he whimpered and backed off. He sat watching as the raven-haired teen turned the corkscrew around and around causing blood to spurt from the dead teen's chest.

Mello saw that Matt made a face that suggested he was disgusted and wanted to bolt, but was too scared to move. The blonde sighed quietly able to sympathize with his redheaded friend. They watched the two teens that were at the corpse's side unable to turn away. The red-eyed teen finally pulled the corkscrew out making a sick squishy sound as it came from the dead teenager's chest. He licked at the blood on the corkscrew and giggled like a maniac. His friend whimpered giving him puppy-dog eyes and the raven relented.

He offered the corkscrew to his friend who licked at it gratefully. The raven-haired teen then began to rip the clothing from the corpse's body, starting with the shirt, then he removed the pants and then the gloves, finally he removed the boots and tossed all the clothing to his friend who dropped it to the ground and grunted with disapproval. His friend gave him a curious stare and the younger boy pouted at him. The elder teen stared to suck where the corkscrew had pierced the dead teen's chest and begun to suck at the blood like a vampire wannabe. Once his lips were all nice and red from the blood he stood up and flashed the younger teen a smile. He turned away as if in disgust.

Arms wrapped around his waist and he felt the elder teen nip at his neck. Matt and Mello could see where this was heading. And they didn't want to be around to watch the two psychos make-out or have sex. As they slowly eased backwards Matt stepped on a twig and it snapped. He winced and mentally face palmed whilst Mello gave him a look of horror mixed by shock and fear. The two teens who'd been standing over the dead teen whipped their heads in Mello and Matt's direction.

"BB!" the younger said to the elder who had grabbed a spear from the dead teenager's corpse. "BB…." He muttered again watching as the teen stared at where Matt and Mello were hiding. His eyes, his red eyes allowed him to see the world in a filter of red and he also saw names and dates of death. And they were quite handy when wanting to find where someone was hiding. He saw the corner of someone's name. "A!" he said sharply pointing in said person's direction. The younger grabbed the second spear and threw it.

Matt cried out in pain as the spear A through nicked his shoulder. He then fell from his hiding place and onto the ground. B was a great shot, unlike A and as he prepared to kill his prey he licked his lips, but Mello brought out his gun and shot B in his shoulder causing him to drop his weapon and causing A to stare in terror as blood seeped through B's black shirt. A gawped at Mello and then Matt and then B several times before he started to tremble and think of retreating. Hating weakness B tossed A the spear he'd dropped after being shot in the arm and before Mello could shoot threw it.

Wow, this guy sucks at killing. Mello thought, wincing in pain as his arm was nicked, but didn't lose his balance much. Then again, he more than likely helped kill that other guy so I shouldn't underestimate him. Mello thought giving A and B a death glare. B glared at A who stared helplessly back at him for a few seconds, then they bolted. "Hey wait you cowards!" Mello cried chasing after them. "Get back here and fight like men!"

Matt stood shakily and let out a shaky sigh before following Mello. "Mels wait!" he cried as he followed the pissed blonde. Lightening flashed as he bumped into Mello and they both fell to the wet ground.

"What happened Mello? Where did they go?"

"I don't know I lost sight of them for like a minute and they just seemed to disappear."

"I think I found a trail." Matt said pointing to the ground. Mello looked and saw drops of blood from where he'd shot the teen apparently named, BB or B…whatever…was leaving a trail of blood like breadcrumbs. Mello smirked upon seeing it. "Wanna follow it?" the gamer asked hoping Mello would tell him to forget it. But, no, that was out of the question.

Mello nodded and started to follow the bloody trail.