Chapter 1 - A Relaxing
Vacation
My name is Gabby and I used to be a
sociopath. I wasn’t born this way, but was instead, molded into it by all the bullshit
of this world and its people. All the stress, suffering and pain got to me and
gave me this anger that I can’t get rid of. But it’s not all bad, my family and
true friends got me through it all with their comforting words of encouragement
and help that made me realize that there are good, intelligent people in this
world.
I decided to take a vacation by myself
to the forests far from town to try to clear my head a bit and this turned out
to be the best vacation ever. It all started with some stupid guy jumping out
in the middle of the road causing me to freak out and crash my NEW CAR into a
tree and wreck it. Fucking asshole, I should’ve hit him. It would’ve cost me
less too. I stumbled out of the car and found myself surrounded by masked
freaks with knives, chainsaws and your average horror movie villain weapons.
These were obviously men and women who trap ordinary people in this forest to
kill them or worse. Luckily enough, I wasn’t your average, everyday person and
carried a meat clever in my car, a memento from my days as a butcher, of the
not insane variety. Seeing as there was so many so them, I ran away and decided
to hide in a mess of bushes to plan my attack since they probably weren’t going
to let me leave alive. I’ve done my fair share of hunting before, but this,
hahaha, this was going to be special.
Chapter
2 - The Game Begins
The psychos spilt up into teams of
three and appeared to be very organized. They seem to have done this before
probably to other people. You’d think this would worry me, but all it did was
piss me the fuck off. All those people who were just passing through here,
disappeared or even died because of these sick bastards. Sure, it was all just
a possibility, but to me it was the truth. I tailed one of the groups until
they stopped to look around a specific spot. Ok, let’s do this one at a time, I
thought to myself as I threw a rock at a tree to try to distract them. They
investigated the noise together and stayed closer next to each other as they
heightened their guard. Damn, they really are experienced. I decided to make a
tactical retreat and give myself some tools to help me, so I broke off some
branches and sharpen them with my clever. The noise attracted the attention of
the group I was stalking. It was a good thing because I was ready for some
action. I started by throwing one of my forest made spears into one of their
legs. Once they were distracted by my attack, I disarmed another with my clever
by literally “dis-arming” them of their arm and throwing my last spear at the
last person’s arm, pinning it to the tree. All of them were screaming in pain
which got the attention of their friends, so I ran to another area with enough
places for me to hide in and waited for them to come to me.
There was only three of them chasing me
for some reason, the others must be helping their friends. Hmm, it seems that
psychos do care about each other. Good thing too, since it makes it easier for
me. The group was more spread out this time, but they were still in yelling distance
so I had to be a little less aggressive. I started with the one closest to me
by putting him in a choke hold and knocked him out then dragged his body behind
the bushes. The next person heard the sound of my footsteps and the body being
dragged and slowly made their way towards me. These were obviously experienced
hunters since he heard the sound from pretty far away, but I was far better, as
I had already climbed a nearby tree and was ready to attack. I jumped on the
unsuspecting son of a bitch and knocked him out and hid his body with his
friend’s. This of course got the attention of his last friend who ran over in a
hurry who was on high alert. Since no one else was around, I was going to make
this one…special. I surprised him from being by quickly removing his mask and
digging my finger into eyes. My anger had gotten the better of me, but it
didn’t matter to me at the time because hearing the screams of a psycho was
music to my ears. I threw him to the ground and beat him down with my hands
until I finally felt like asking questions.
“Who are you people?” I said while
holding him up against a tree.
He spat blood at me and said, “You are
already dead.”
I head-butted the motherfucker knocking
him out. He didn’t know who he was dealing with. I’m a hunter! I’m smarter than
them! Saner, a clearer mind and deadly predator aaaannnnddd then I got knocked
out by someone behind me…..fuck.
Chapter
3 – Dead and Disgraced
I woke up in some sort of cave with my
hands chained to the rocky surfaces, but since it was weak, I pulled the chains
out of the rock without that much effort. The cell I was in, was fairly empty
with the only notable things were a door and what look to be dried and fresh
blood stains on the walls and floors. I opened the door and start to explore
the claustrophobic cave. Prison rooms line most of walls with mutilated dead
bodies in them. There were so many people in them with varying age and race
with cuts and slashes all over their naked bodies. I recognized one of the
bodies as one that belonged to a missing four-year-old girl. Her body was like
the rest; naked, mutilated, and disgraced. In fact, most of the bodies look
like they’ve been disgraced or raped in some way or form. But what finally made
me lose it, was the sight of a cut up dog laying down on the lap of a young boy
who was still alive somehow. He was cut up like the rest and was silently
sobbing as he was just barely clinging to life. I tried to force fully open the
door, but it didn’t even budge. The child looked up at me and we locked eyes
for what seemed like hours as my eyes were filling up with tears. He couldn’t
hold on anymore and finally rested his head and died.
His sadness and pain was felt in my
eyes, which turned into a fiery, burning rage. I ran through the cave and
followed the fresh blood trail that lead from the boy’s cell to the son of a
bitch’s location. There you are you fucking piece of shit! I whispered to
myself as I saw the man standing near his friends that I injured and who were
being cooked alive. He only wore a butcher’s apron, a blank white mask and
nothing else. The psycho was cooking his friends in a cauldron who were
screaming out in bloodcurdling pain until they died. He chopped off their flesh
with MY clever and started to eat them. I don’t know why I’m surprised that
they don’t care about each other. It just gives me a reason to hurt them more,
so I took back my clever from his blood soaked hands and cut his balls off, as
if he had any to being with. I then cut off his feet and locked him in a small
cell and threw the key somewhere.
“What do you got to say now you fucking
sicko?!” I said to him.
He could only mutter to himself and sit
there and bleed. Did he have some sort of condition? You’d have to be to do
shit like this. I left him there as I entered the next area of the cave, but
don’t worry about the psycho, he won’t die any time soon. I made sure of it
before I left, by burning his wounds and loosely wrapping his wounds. Now…for
the first time in my life I was horrified to see what was coming next, but
somehow excited to make these psychos pay for what they did.
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