[]Chapter 5[]

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Zhena watched as the Trapper readied his machete, aiming it for M.J's throat. He had been ready for this all week, and he would succeed. But something was stopping him, he didn't want to hurt this boy.. but he did at the same time. "W-Why?"  Zhena managed. He turned his head towards her and lifted the machete "Why do you do this?". He didn't say anything.. not that he didn't want to.. but because he couldn't. He shook his head and turned back to M.J, Zhena kept talking though. "Please.. don't hurt-" she stopped when he walked over, fear struck her. He hit her head and she was out cold.. content with this he went back to M.J..

He couldn't now. He had lost his nerve; the woman had ruined it for him. The Trapper growled and pulled the boy off the meat hook, slung him over his shoulder and place him on a table. Then he got an idea.. he could use the extra hands.. and the boy seemed pretty smart. He hurried to drag Zhena to attic, where other victims that were still alive hung upside down. He tied her with them, rushing back downstairs when he heard pots and pans clatter.

M.J rushed down the steps, but was moving a bit slower than walking. The Trapper easily caught him and shoved him back into the Estate, he fell to the floor and backed away from the brute. "No..No no no.. Please!" he began to cry again. The Trapper glared and lifted the boy to his feet, M.J flinched as he got near him and was surprised by these actions. "Huh?" M.J gave a confused look. The Trapper handed the boy the rusted machete, which was light in his hands. Blood dripped from it; M.J gulped and looked up. "W-What? Do you want me to kill myself?". He was trembling now, the Trapper couldn't help but laugh.

He pushed M.J upstairs to the attic, opened the door and let M.J stare at his soon to be victims. He saw Zhena and a few others.. then realized what he needed to do. "D-Do I have to kill her?" he asked, pointing at Zhena with the machete. It was silent.. so he took that as a yes. The Trapper nudged him towards the closest person, an elderly looking man. M.J whispered "I'm so sorry.." then stabbed the man. At that moment, a lust for blood grew in him. He stabbed the man again...

and again..

and again..

he was losing his mind, he smiled widely and laughed insanely, blood splattering all over him. The elderly man yelled with pain.. once dead M.J wanted to kill again... and he did. He did this over and over, the Trapper watching his every move. The he reached Zhena.. his only friend for the past three days. Covered with blood, he watched as her eyes fluttered open.. "M-M.J? You're alright! Thank g-.. w-wait.. why are you all bloody?!". M.J looked at him self with nervousness then chuckled nervously "I Um.. I-It's paint! Just helping with some painting.. Everything's.Fine." he spoke slower at the end.

Zhena looked at the room of hanging dead bodies, then saw the machete in M.J's hand. It was dripping with blood. She breathed deeply and her heart pounded "Y-You little liar!! I TRUSTED YOU!!". The ropes suddenly snapped, she fell to the ground and stood. The Trapper stopped leaning against the wall and watched. M.J backed away with fear "Z-Zhena please! I'm-" "YOU'RE WHAT!? SORRY!?? OH YEAH RIGHT!!". Zhena was practically screeching, M.J felt shame.. and anger.

Zhena slapped the boy across the face, then ran. Oddly the Trapper let her run, they both watched as she left and went back to her cave. M.J glared and put his hand where she hit him, his other hand clutched into a fist. Within that moment, the Trapper spoke in a rather horse voice. "See? this is what humanity is.. people who use you to survive.. but you, look what you can accomplish!". M.J stared at the dead bodies, dripping blood. He was satisfied at the scene and he grinned under his mask. "You and I belong here.. playing our game, winning over and over.. killing people like her..".

"If You're asking me to stay.. then yes. You have a point.. she does this after all I've done for her?... how rude".  M.J lifted the machete, he could see his own reflection and the Trapper's in the background.. he couldn't help but laugh. "This.." his chuckled "Will be much easier for both of us now...".

"Believe me.. I know it will"


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