Pretear Fan Fiction ❯ Manhunt: Blood Work ❯ Souls Of The Lost ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two: Souls of the Lost

(10:35pm)

Kevin walked slowly down the dark, empty streets of Carcer City. He saw Jim about a half hour ago, but since then it'd been dead quiet, and no people in sight.

Kevin: "Shit… I'm freezing my balls off out here..."

He then smiled, thinking of the payoff. The gang which found him would receive $10,000 each, and the actual person would get one-hundred grand. His smile grew as he thought of what he would do with that kind of dough. All the shit he would buy, all the whores he would fuck.

And this was the last thought poor Kevin thought before plastic obscured his vision, and he found it quite hard to breath.

Shit, he let his guard down, and now he was paying for it with his life. He clawed at the bag, and let out a cry for help. However, this was muffled and the bag only went deeper into his mouth. He felt his life slowly drain form him. It was no doubt about it. He was fucked. Suffocating to death. His efforts grew weaker, and then he grew limp... Dead within a minute.

Vince let go of the bag, and the body fell to the floor.

Director: "Oh god, that was so fucking beautiful, but it could have been better. Crank up the violence and gore several notches."

This was Vince's third victim of the night. Though he was glad he was keeping his sorry ass alive a few minutes longer than it should be, he felt a bit guilty. For murder was the one thing he despised... Aside from rape and the molestation of a child, of course. But he reminded himself that this was for his own good. He had to kill if he wanted to survive. If he was somehow caught and taken in by the fuzz, they would understand... Wouldn't they? This was simple Darwinian law...

He would have loved to stay and contemplate this topic longer, but he heard footsteps.

He lifted up the corpse, and placed it in the nearest open dumpster. He then quickly moved into a nearby building, and went into a shadowy corner.

He heard the other walking along, quite foolish. He quickly drew the glass shard he picked up a bit ago from his pocket, and hit the wall with his fist. The footsteps stopped.

Jim: "HAHA! You're mine, asshat!" Truly brilliant, giving his exact position away like that.

The man ran into the room, stupidly of course, and looked around. Vince was deep within the shadows, so unless he moved right when the man was looking or made a noise, the man would never see him.

Jim: "You can't hide forever! I know you're here!"

He turned around, and that would be his last mistake.

McNeil stabbed the shitfuck in the back. The shard went in deep, and to muffle the scream he put his hand so it covered the Victim's mouth. He rammed the former-window in deeper, and considered it extremely lucky that he had found a piece of cloth to wrap around what was now the handle. Blood began to ooze forth from the prick's mouth. Starkweather sat there with perhaps the biggest hard-on of the night, giggling with glee. But wait- now what the fuck was THIS?! The Hood was still alive, and McNeil was pulling the shard out of his back.

Starkweather: "FUCKER!"

He reached for the microphone to scream at McNeil, but stopped. It looked like he is going to... OH GOD! He felt a sudden rush of joy, and then moaned with a deep satisfying moan of ecstasy and made a mess of his pants. He smiled, quite content, as McNeil pulled the shard out of the Hood's right eye socket, and stabbed it in the left socket.

Vince let the body fall to the ground, and looked shocked. He just got so into it...Was he somehow enjoying this?

Director: "OH FUCKING YES! I'M SO FUCKING HARD RIGHT NOW, AND I'VE MADE SUCH A BIG FUCKING MESS! McNeil! I can see we're going to work well together after all! AHAHA!"

Vince: "That's a little bit more than I wanted to know..."

Director: Vincent my boy... I do believe this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Vince ignored anything else the Director said, and simply dragged the body to the shadows... Hopefully no one would discover it.

He bent down, and picked up the crowbar the recent cadaver had in his possession. This followed by wiping most of the blood off his hands and face, and exiting the building. He walked to the chain-locked gate at the south end of this area, and opened it with his newly acquired crowbar. A valuable asset, he deemed this tool would become.

Starkweather got up from his chair, and proceeded to change his pants. Minutes later, there was a rapping at the door. Without delay, the fellow stood from the cozy confines of his chair and saw to the matter of answering it.

Starkweather: "Yes?"

Cerberus Leader: "Sir, we have Cash in our custody, and have placed him at the location you ordered us to." Truly an intimidating man, some six feet and four inches of trained muscle. Garbed in black and blue armor, almost matched the bruises they left on the stars. Bruises, if said stars were quite lucky. Starkweather had held back no money when outfitting his squad of Grade-A killers- they had the newest armor variations, gas masks with some vision-enhancing traits, and all manner of other goodies.

Starkweather: "Beautiful..."

Cerberi Leader: "Yes- and by the way sir, have you been mainly watching McNeil?"

Starkweather: "Yes... He was new so I decided to focus more on him."

Cerberi Leader: "Then I guess you don't know. Our men found Wilson. It appears the Skinz bludgeoned him to death."

Starkweather: "Hmm...What a pity I missed it... I can watch it in a few minutes, though."

Cerberi Leader: "Sir, that's not all. Graham was thoroughly ganged rapped and then gutted by the Innocentz, and we found parts of Smith in the area of the Smilies."

Starkweather: "AHAH! Sounds great. I'll have to watch them. Any news on the others?"

Cerberi Leader: "No sir. It appears Lockley, McReinheart, and Yamada are still alive and well. And when Cash wakes up, there will be him as well."

Starkweather: "Beautiful. Simply beautiful."

(Next Chapter- The Damned Ones)