Thread: Top of the Foodchain (kaigen and Darkangel)

James used to wonder why he is the way he is. He was never abused as a child. Didn't have mommy issues. He wasn't violent with animals as a child. He never had a girlfriend break his heart as a teen. Yes He always had dark thoughts. When he was young he thought about hurting people that hurt him. But assumed everyone did. It wasn't until he was older that he actually acted on it. In college a girlfriend of his lead him on. Played the game got him worked up and then shut him down just as things were about to start. He heard from friends that she did that often. So he decided to have her anyway. There was no progression between rapist and murder. The moment he finished he killed her and then disposed of the body. Yes He was questioned, for hours in fact. But something changed in him that evening. Months passed and he tried to com to terms with what hed done. He was raised with morals. Likely the same as most other people. So for a time he wondered what was wrong with him. But he soon came to realize that he was born this way. Or so he believed. So why should he feel bad about how he was born? Thus was the justification he used to excuse his dark desires. And so a monster was born. A monster that soon became one of the most notorious killers the world would never know about. James thought he heard the sound of a car in the distance. The sound of a car followed by the screetching of tires and crunching of metal. But he couldn't be sure. He was taken up in the excitement of his impending meal and was reliving the events of the last few months. But still he believed he heard something. Sound traveled differently in the woods. Especially in the fall and winter. In towns and cities buildings blocked sound , absorbed it. Something that happened a quarter mile away in the city might never be heard. But in the woods sound traveled. Even through thick wooded areas something that couldn't be heard a block away could be heard from a great distance. So despite his excitement he began to keep a watchful eye. After a while as he flipped the steaks he cooked and rolled the chestnuts over the grate he noticed the sound of leaves rustling. And though he didn't turn round he could tell that the person coming toward him was alone. That did not mean there was no danger. Even a lone attacker could land a lethal blow. Not that he didn't deserve it. But he wasn't done yet. He now lives in a broken world. A world in which he could rejoice in his depravity. He knew that there would be prey to hunt. It was only a matter of finding it. Little did he know that the sound coming closer was actually his next plaything and not a threat that needed to be eliminated. However, he knew the moment he heard the sound of her voice exactly what she was. The tall muscular man feined surprise when she spoke by turning round toward her with wide azure colored eyes. Though try as he might he couldn't hide that predatory glare from the look of shock he forced his face to make. Hearing the way she stumbled on her own words and the way her skin flushed he could tell that she was nervous and shy. Likely from months of having only herself as company. And so a gifted several long seconds of pretending to gather his composure he answered the sweet sound of her voice with his own alluring deep voice but added a bit of uncertainty for effect. I, ah, was just about to eat. He answered. For all she knew he could be worried that there were others waiting in the woods ready to strike. But he knew there weren't. Years spent hunting with his father and two decades of hunting Intellegent prey after that left him with an almost sixth sense to danger. Almost as quickly as he answered her query he continued. S, sorry. I've been eating old canned meat and berries for weeks. Finally managed to hunt a deer. Y, you could join me if you can wait. I'll try to help after we eat. slowly as he spoke he made it seem like he was warming to the idea of company figuring thst making it seem as if he had been as lonely as her would put her at ease.