I watered my crops. I needed food. Did you know how much I was starving. I just changed locations. The conditions here are not very good for plants. As for now, I am living off my previous stock of food or rabbits that I find. However, as said from before, I do prefer to use my own vegetation. I had no choice but to hunt. With the food I have, I will not survive. It is a fact.
I hunted some rabbits down. I didn't kill all. I just kept them in my van. I needed food. Survival is a vital skill.
Bang!
"What the fuck is that?" I peered out of my hse window with a knife in hand. It seemed as if nothing was out there. It was likely just another poacher at his stupid antics again.
I packed my things and prepared to leave. I did not want to risk my identity from being spread like wildfire. Placing my defense weapons in every small crooks and cranny of the van, along with my food - rabbits and my clothes, I took off almost immediately. I did this too often. Running was a good skill too. Many say "once you start running, you can't stop". Well it's better to run than risk the chances of your own survival. Besides, I have a purpose on this cruel world, do I not? I have to help eliminate those shitty assholes on this world. Of course, I cannot do much. However, i would not change a thing about my job.
I packed my things and left. While starting the engine I heard something. It was as if I was not alone. Something was moving about at the behind my van, or in my van. I slid my pocket knife out of my pocket and cautiously turned around. My footsteps were as quiet as it could be. A word was not said.
"What's that? More importantly who?" I thought to myself.
I knew it could never be an animal. I turned only to see bloodstains. A man sat there. Nice hair. All black, with a little bloody stains. Not bad of a style. Loved his eyes, blue oceanic kinds. Mine is brown. Hated it. He was stabbed in his waist. Seemed painful. Silent groans could be heard. Good jawline honestly.
"Let me off yea? I need shelter. Drop me off somewhere. Do you have first aid?" His groans was too real.
I feared that I could not trust him.
"How about this?" I striked a deal, "You tell me who the fuck you are and some things about you while I help you because I do not trust you."
I walked over to get a first aid.
"Throw that to me." He extended an arm, "drive, I think they saw me climb into here."
I threw the first aid to him.
"Who is they?" I questioned as I quickly got my van started.
"Not exactly sure." He tried to explain.
"Not exactly sure? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know that I have a lot on me now? I have no time to deal with more people hunting onto me okay?" I burst.
"Would you please let me speak for two seconds?" He asked before tearinghis bandage up to tie a knot.
"My name is Alexander Hale okay? Just call me Alex. I usually cannot say much. But since you are being hunted too, I suppose I can say this. I kill people. Certain people, specifically those who harm. I return them their deeds." He explained.
I stood stayed silent. We share the same job? How can I meet someone like me just like that? Well, I suppose he could be lying could he?
"How can I trust you?" I pulled over at a gas station.
"Maybe by using this." He slid over a knife.
Bloody knife left a trail of blood on my floor.
"Fuck you. I just cleaned the floor." I placed one kneel on the floor to pick up the knife.
I looked at the bloody knife carefully. Nice handle. Good grip. Until I saw the logo. It was a wilted rose.
"Lucifer Morningstar." I murmured.
It was a nickname for a killer who was just like me, faceless.
"Nice to meet you, I suppose." He smiled gently.
"Well, hello." I spoke in a lower voice still admiring the logo.
He crawled over and took out a cloth. He began to clean the floor.
"What are you doing?" I stood up to wash his bloody knife.
"Cleaning." He replied, "sorry for the mess."
I stared at him. He is not that bad after all. Maybe he was just like me?
"I will do it." I handed over his knife to him, "always clean you knife."
I knelt down with a wet cloth to wipe the bloody mess. He left trails of blood in my van. What a dick, honestly.
"Sorry about this." He apologised.
"Go get yourself a good shower. Be quick while I pump some gas." I said before leaving.
After making sure I was going to leave with a full tank, I entered the van and took of my cap and hood. I looked up to see a half naked man in my van with a towel wrapped around his lower half. I stared, clearly annoyed. He had good abs. I grew up with many boys when I was younger. I was simply used to it.
"I have no other clothes." He looked at me confused.
A murderer? Him? Why? He is absolutely stupid.
"Here," I tossed my clothes to him. It would fit him. Our bodies were not that big of a difference.
I placed a box next to him. It was filled with clothes I did not want anymore.
"You know how to sew?" I questioned.
He should right? It's a survival skill, no? He nodded at me. Oh thank god.
"Make do of these. Sewing kit at that drawer." I pointed over to a secured drawer.
The caravan moved around a whole lot. I could not risk my things flying around when running away from people hunting me.
"Thanks," he responded, "why do you treat me so well?" He asked.
"You did not harm anyone that did not deserve it. Even the police said that. 'He seemed to have only hurt those who hurt others badly' as quoted from the police." I explained myself.
I will never do harm to those who do not deserve it. That was my rule. My life. My rule.
"Not bad. You have good memory." He praised.
"Did they see your face?" I asked.
"No." He shook his mask at the front mirror.
I sighed. Thank god. It would be a disaster if he did. They would be chasing after him, and allegedly me too.