**Chapter 2: The Night Feast**
Night had fallen once again over the forest surrounding the VLp cabins. The stars shone timidly, as if hesitant to witness what was about to happen. The air was thick, filled with the expectation of yet another macabre ritual. Billy Killer, wearing his blue rabbit mask, watched intently as his followers prepared for the next act of terror.
A few miles away, a family had decided to camp under the starry sky. There were four of them: loving parents and their two children, full of laughter and dreams, with no idea of what awaited them. They set up their tents in a clearing, surrounded by trees that seemed to watch their every move. The sound of the crackling fire and children's laughter filled the night, creating an atmosphere of peace that contrasted grotesquely with the approaching darkness.
Billy, with an evil glint in his eyes, signaled to his followers. The plan was simple, but effective. The idea was to surround the family, deprive them of any chance of escape, and turn their night of joy into a spectacle of terror. He knew that fear was a powerful tool, and every act of violence only fueled the bloodlust of his community.
With a silent movement, the masked rabbits spread out across the forest, like shadows moving in the breeze. The family, oblivious to the danger, continued to laugh and play, while the hunters approached slowly, almost as if they were part of the darkness itself.
When the moment arrived, Billy gave the signal. The rabbits emerged from the shadows, surrounding the family with quick, precise movements. Smiles turned into screams of panic. "Surprise!" Billy exclaimed, his voice echoing in the night like thunder. Shock and confusion took over the faces of the parents, while the children cried, not understanding what was happening.
"You thought you were safe, didn't you?" Billy said, charging forward with club in hand, his followers following in his footsteps with almost religious fervor. "But justice does not forgive. And we are justice."
The parents tried to protect their children, but the colorful masks and sharp weapons of the masked rabbits became a deafening vision of terror. The first blow was swift and deadly. The father of the family fell, and the mother, in a last desperate effort, screamed for her children, but her pleas were drowned out by the sound of chaos.
In moments, the scene turned into a feast. The masked rabbits not only killed, but also reveled in the terror and pain they inflicted. The children, in shock, were caught up in the horror, and their screams echoed through the forest, echoing like a symphony of despair.
Billy watched with satisfaction. To him, each life that was extinguished was an affirmation of his power and his distorted vision of justice. He knew that the fear he sowed was not only fueling his community, but also creating an endless cycle of horror. The night, which had begun as a symbol of unity and happiness, was now stained with blood and tears.
When silence finally fell over the camp again, the masked rabbits gathered around Billy. He raised his club, his gaze rapt. "This is only the beginning. Zerk must learn to fear the masked rabbits."
With the echoes of terror still ringing, the VLp prepared to expand its influence, each act of brutality only fueling the flame of violence that Billy Killer had lit in its heart. The forest, now permeated with the smell of fear, knew that there was a new king of horror, and the town of Zerk would be at the mercy of his tyranny.