The Cannibal's New Toy

First Blood

A tall man with almost white blonde hair and dark eyes wandered through a dark forest. If anyone had seen him, they would say he was insane to be out so late. But he had done this often, for years even. It was his escape from reality, and he enjoyed the crisp night air. He lifted his head to the sky, he could only see the thick branches of old trees though. Only a flicker of a star or the moon, here, and there. He sniffed the air, it burned his nose. He let his head fall back down, and he cough, scrunching up his face in disgust. Someone had a fire going.

"Well then..." He muttered to himself. He gripped the hilt of a knife a little tighter, he didn't like when people entered his forest. Afterall, he had been living here since the trees were but saplings, barely able to hold against the raging wind. Barely able to stand against the snow that fell so frequently. He protected the trees he could though, and he still does. He always will. With that in mind, he crept forward, creeping towards the smoke that bothered his eyes, the smoke that could ruin his trees so quickly.

Two young boys sat in the clearing, feeding sticks, the man hoped they had found on the forest floor, to the fire. He would consult the trees on that later. But, for now, he would wait for an opportunity to strike the nearest boy, a boy with red hair and brown eyes.

"Hey, listen. You've heard the stories about this forest, right?" The boy on the other side of the fire snickered, obviously up to no good, the man thought. The man crouched a little lower.

"No, tell me." The other boy asked with a grin.

"Well..." He whispered. He stood slowly and went to stand beside the other boy. "I heard this forest is haunted." The boy said, lowering himself to the other boys height.

"Oh? Really now? By what?" The boy with red hair sneered, flicking the other boy's nose. They look like a young couple, the man thought. When he had first been born, they'd both be killed.Humans have come quite a long way from that time. The man thought solemnly.

"By a ghost, stupid." The boy snorted.

"Mmm. Sure." The boy with red hair smiled slowly. He then kissed the other boy, and the man froze.

He didn't like men, that hadn't been why he had froze. But, he had never kissed anyone. He had never had any need to. He wasn't even sure if he liked any other gender. He liked the trees, but he wasn't sure if that was the same kind of like. He thought of it as more of a fatherly love, considering he's older than most of the trees here.

The man shook his head, and gripped the hilt of the knife again. He stood slowly, just as the boys pulled away from eachother, he grabbed the boy with red hair. The boy struggled for a second, then went still, the knife stuck firmly in the side of his head. The man twisted it around for a minute, enjoying the overpowering ecstasy he got when doing stuff like that. He let out a airy sigh, before dropping the boy with a loud thump.

The other boy stood there, dumbfounded. His mouth hug open, his eyes full of terror. "S-Sam...? Sam!!!!" He screamed finally, flinging himself towards the dead body. The man slashed at the boy, but missed the vitals. He let.out an annoyed groan, it had only cut through most of the boy's right arm.

The boy screamed, but the man quickly silenced him. A stab into the boy's neck, a faint gurgling sound, then the boy fell to the ground too. Dead.

The man stretched his arms above his head, and yawned. He stepped on one of their heads, and heard a satisfying crack as his foot plummeted into the boys now mush brain. "Estefana, did they pull any branches off of the trees in the clearing?" The man asked a tree that was directly behind him.

He turned to look at it, it's branches were swinging wildly around, then suddenly stood still. "They didn't? Good. Thank you for telling me." The branches shook again, much softer this time, before becoming still again. "You're too sweet." He laughed, then turned towards the two dead boys. He pulled his foot from the head of one of the boys before bending to study both of them, he used his knife to cut off the cheek of one of the boys and sniffed it. He shrugged and threw it into his mouth. He wasn't too hungry.

He pulled both of the bodies towards the river on the far side of the forest, then threw them into the water with a grunt. The swift current quickly pulled the two boys away, and the water was stained red with blood.