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Hunt. Feed. Kill.
Hunt. Feed. Kill.
In some way, he’d never left the abattoir that was the butcher’s shop. The mass and mess of bodies lived inside his mind and as he raced through the night, hunting the Fox, it was what lurked at the back of his thoughts. The strong copper scent coiled through his nose as if he was standing there, but what drove him onwards was the images his Hunger provided him.
Hunt. Feed. Kill.
Hunt. Feed. Kill.
The bodies were not nameless confidantes. Each bloodied bit was some part his recognized; Cardinal’s delicate fingers and Kevan’s rougher ones. The curve of Arinelle’s shoulder or the edge of Miranda’s smile. A foot – Mae’s he somehow knew, alongside Nel’s white and speckled red paw and laid over Alex's back.
And hovering over all of them, the masked fox seeming to leer and jeer at him, taunting him onwards. The plan had been simple – find the monsters and kill them; and yet, he’d learned in the last few months that some of the worst monsters were plain and simple people who chose to do evil in their lives.
Like the Fox.
Hunt. Feed. Kill. Hunt. Feed. Kill. Hunt. Feed. Kill.
Hunt. Feed. Kill. Hunt. Feed. Kill. Hunt. Feed. Kill.
He never felt the bullet enter his shoulder, impacting dead flesh and hardened bone; he barely felt pain, regardless, and even then it was a dull and muted sensation. Not unlike joy, or perhaps peace, some part of him mused. Some part of him tried to rally the idea that he did not kill, that he knew killing would only feed the hunger more and more until there was nothing left but killing –
But then she had threatened to steal them away and all he could see was the blood red slaughterhouse of the prior night; all he could smell was the sharp and acrid scent of blood. And all he could hear was the pounding of her heart.
And then the fight was on in earnest.
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