A gentle breeze stirred the lives of the tree, filling the air with a rustling sound. Under this tree, a blue-masked male sat, unmoving. He was humming softly, but it was barely audible, as his mask muffled it.
After a few minutes, he must have grown bored, as he stopped humming abruptly and pushed himself up to his feet. He was sprinting across the field now, digging in his pocket for something.
A small silver scalpel came out of his pocket, held firmly in his hand. What he was after soon presented itself from behind some elm trees, growing in a way that resembled a wall. The prey, as the masked man would call the teen, started running.
But the masked man was much too fast. It wasn't long before he had tackled the teen, and pinned him. A scream pierced the air as the scalpel cut the soft flesh, exposing what the masked man was after.
He dug a gloved hand into the incision he had created, and carefully removed a reddish organ. Blood dripped down the teen's side, leaving red trails on the pale skin.
Tears dripped down the teen's face, that entirely drained of color at the sight of his kidney in the hand of the masked man.
A ringing filled the masked man's ears, and he turned to see the teen's phone laying in the grass a few feet away. He realized his mistake much too soon, as he received a punch in the gut. It shocked him, as he was not prepared for the teen to fight back. He dropped the blood organ, and let out a groan.
The teen attempted escape, but the loss of blood he was suffering had weakened him considerably. The masked man dug the scalpel into the teen's jugular, pulled it back out, and stabbing it back in again.
The teen screamed and fell silent, blood bubbling out of the hole in his throat. The masked man retrieved the fallen organ, and dropped it in disgust. It had gathered dirt and grass, so the masked man decided to just take the other.
Again he plunged his hand into the teen's body, and yanked out the other kidney. He pushed his mask up, to expose his mouth, and took a bite of the bitter, but delicious organ.
When the last bite of the organ had been swallowed, and the blood dripping from the masked man's lip wiped away, the blue mask was pulled back over his mouth, and his face was once again hidden from the scrutinizing gaze of the gods above.
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