2. Come out, Come Out, Wherever You Are…

A couple of weeks later…

My eyes are fixed on my prey as he scampers around the woods, attempting to hide as I slowly creep around them, dragging the hatchet blade across the thick trunk of the tree. He has no idea that he's fleeing and hiding not only from me but also from three other untamed, savage beasts and that we're all still craving the taste of blood as much as we were the previous night. I hear him running through the leaves, his crunching sounds revealing his location, so if I didn't know where he was before, I do now.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are…" As I crouch behind a headstone, I tease, watching and waiting to see what he does. Unaware that there is currently no service in the middle of the cemetery, he takes out his phone. He leaps up and tries to flee, believing that we can't see him. Of course, he is mistaken.

With perfect aim and precision, I pull back my arm and thrust it forward, sending my hatchet flying in his direction. The sharpened blade lands right beside his spine in the middle of his back, knocking him to the ground. I approach him as he fumbles to stand up, calm but tense with anxiety. Blood pours from the gash in his back, paralyzing him, which was my intention all along. The pursuit of these motherfuckers becomes tiresome after a while. I occasionally need to be in the mood for a chase, and tonight, I'm not at all in the fucking mood for one.

"HELP!" He yells as I approach him, grinning behind my mask while fully conscious that he can't see the evil grin I'm wearing. Even though they are no longer required, the rest of my pack slowly approaches with masks on and weapons in hand.

"No one is going to come and save you, Shawn, so scream all you want," Silver spews as he crouches down next to him, smearing the blood on his back in circles with his gloved fingers.

"What…what do you want? I"ll give you anything! Please don"t do this…please," He begs, even though it"s too late for all that shit.

"Nothing other than what's in front of us at the moment." He releases a bloodcurdling scream from deep within his lungs as I rip my hatchet out of his back, and the sound reverberates throughout the deserted cemetery. White and Red grab his arms and begin dragging him toward the Mausoleum as more blood spills out. Silver and I follow behind, admiring the crimson river that is flowing down his back.

"This is the one that killed the girl?" I ask my brother, my eyes fixated on our next victim, my mouth watering as I think about the things I"m about to do to his body.

"Yeah, it"s him, alright."

"Good, he"s fucking mine tonight."

"You can have him, but the girl"s mine, Black."

As we approach our secret chamber, the smell of blood and death becomes more overt, and I pull my brother against the side of my body while draping my arm over his shoulders.

"She"s all of ours, Silver, but you can have her first. You know how this shit works."

We don't even bother to tie Shawn down because his ass is paralyzed; he's passed out from blood loss and lies limp inside the concrete dungeon, as we like to call it, on a slab stained with blood and bodily fluids from our numerous previous victims. Red pulls out his pliers and hammer and admires them like they're gold medals, while White pulls out the hacksaw and starts ripping off the old blades to replace them with brand-new ones. With his earpods in and Tech N9ne blasting, Silver simply leans against the door while twirling his knife around and smoking a cigarette, loosely tucked in the corner of his mouth. I crack open a fresh bottle of gin to start the party as we prepare for another night of torture and mutilation while wondering what this girl looks like and why my brother already seems to be infatuated with her. He has never been this way with anyone but his ex-wife, and after their divorce, he just withdrew into himself like a fucking recluse. She has got to be some kind of special, even to his twisted soul, because the other night, when all this shit happened, I saw his eyes sparkle with color for the first time in years.

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