BACK TO PRESENT
I'm chilling atop the van and minding my own business (not really) when suddenly, shit begins to swerve.
Like, guys, I AM ON TOP OF IT, could you please not take the lover's quarrel to that extent?
Anyway, I hold on for dear life (don't ask me how I did it. I just did it. It was hard) until the vehicle stops and there's silence, except for the rustling of grasses as Heidi disappears like a flash into the woods.
Wait. What in hell happened?
I'm not particularly eager to miss out on the fun. I love all the gory details; just like I did when I watched Hunter digging his fists into those people's chests. What a party pooper, that one. Now I know he and I would've been best mates if he weren't my greatest enemy. Oh, well.
I descend the van while hoping Heidi didn't get vengeful on Hunter. Thankfully, she did not. Or she couldn't. The madman is resting his head on the steering wheel as he groans.
"Ah… she's good," he slurs. "Very good."
He lifts his head and squints in my direction, through the space left of the van's open door.
I'm standing at the front passenger's side, but he doesn't see me. What he sees are the shadows beyond, which are also the woods.
"Did I forget to lock the door?" he mumbles, huffing an unamusing smile. "Hunter, you fool."
I'm smiling too as I watch him lean back to the backrest before closing his eyes for a brief moment. But the sound of an approaching car brings him back to reality.
When his eyes snap open, he looks in the rearview mirror, spotting a police car pulling up behind him.
"Ah. Fucking hell."
Yes, fuck the hell you came from. You don't expect to hit a tree and go Scot-free, do you? Though who am I to be a Karen? I could do worse—like it could be Hunter's head slamming the tree and not the van. Poor tree.
The madman hastily puts on a parka and wraps a scarf around his neck to hide any traces of blood before he pulls up his jacket's hoodie, wears a facemask, and then sprays himself with cologne with hopes of masking the scent of blood.
A knock comes on his window just as he's done, the male patrol officer standing outside motioning for him to roll it down, which he does while putting on an act.
"Evening, officer. How is it going?"
The middle-aged man nods as his gaze drifts toward the hit tree. "What happened here?"
"Ah! A cat ran across the road. Did I manage to avoid it?"
The officer glances toward the road behind the van, his lips curling down when he sees no sign of the alleged cat. Oops!
"Please step out of the vehicle, sir."
"Sorry?" You heard him, dog.
"Step out of the van. I need to test you for drunk driving." Hunter slowly does as he's told. "Please walk the line." He slips his hands into his jacket pockets and walks straight. After a few seconds, the officer nods. "Alright, you're good to go," he says, dismissing Hunter with a wave.
The latter circles back to the front of the van and pretends to inspect the damage as the police car drives away.
He didn't lie when he claimed to see a cat though. It came from the bushes and zipped into the woods just after the van hit the tree. If it had appeared earlier, he'd have run it over nonetheless; those who know Hunter will know. And I do, though he doesn't know me… yet.
He crosses the road, stands at the edge of the woods, and squints into the sheer darkness that conceals its tracks.
"There you are," he says in a low tone, a smirk forming before he whispers into the void. "Run, dear Heidi. When the time comes, I will show you who sets the rules."
I also look into the woods, but I see nothing; guess the devil does have a good sight. Believe me, I thought the man was blind—the devil himself, I mean. Or else why would he choose the serpent as his servant? The bloody serpent! Dude has more venom than he has limbs, and fucking peels himself. Disgusting. It can't fuck either—I'm talking of 9-inch dicks. Bet I'd be a better servant than it.
Hunter moves toward the van and I'm about to follow him when I sense something that draws my attention to the woods.
It's pulling at me, causing me to hit a race between the trees, and I find myself gravitating more and more toward this call.
There's fear and anger and pain; even a cry for help. Not mine though, hers.
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I don't miss this one. I see it clearly when Heidi trips and slides into the stream. How fun that would be for her, except, it is not, since she's nearly screaming her lungs out. Hehe.
I stand at the edge of the woods and watch the water carry her. And her tiny hands are sticking out as she struggles to survive.
I'm trying hard not to laugh my ass off. But… damn, silence is a plague.
Zavere comes out of the forest seconds later; I didn't see that one coming. He wastes no time to strip off his clothes and headband. And my oh my, look at those muscles rippling under the moon's glare! Half-moon, rather.
As Hunter's The Madman, I call this one The Luciferic Lad—if that makes sense. Actually, it does. He looks wicked yet has the heart of an angel after all. Not like I'd mind the latter when I'll be slicing his cock and shoving it down his throat.
He dives into the water and sinks in, only to emerge moments later, running his hair back and wiping water off his face before effortlessly cutting through the rapids to pursue Heidi. More flexing muscles. Two tiny, helpless hands. More fun and a happy place.
The cold has no power over him, nor does the rushing stream.
He soon catches Heidi by the waist with an arm and pulls her from the water's grip. Then he slings her over his shoulder with one powerful motion and holds her by the thighs, using his other hand to climb the rocky slope.
Water drips down their bodies as Zavere slowly kneels, lowering Heidi onto the ground before he gives her a few chest compressions.
With one hand prying her mouth open and the other combing his wet hair back to reveal the dark line across his right eye, he leans down, presses his lips on Heidi's, and blows air into her lungs.
Hah! That's a fucking kiss, mate. Did yo mama not teach you that?
Anyways…
The girl coughs up water after a few tries, regaining consciousness. But then passes out again.
Her skin is pale, and her blue lips are parted as Zavere drapes his coat over her shivering body before gently gathering her into his arms, cradling her small frame against his bare chest.
He starts along the slope with no particular destination in mind, the moonlight embracing his half-naked form.
And I wish the moonlight were me.