CptnFut
06-20-2013, 01:36 PM
This is my second attempt. I think its better than the first.
He was sitting in the shade of a blossoming cherry tree. Jason loved the smell of the flowers. He would find himself a nice beautiful spot away from the sun and spend hours just watching. Everything that painted the landscape interested him. He liked most of all to see nature at its most brutal. For research purposes and artistic ones; he liked to see things like a rodents last moments before becoming prey to the snake that was blending into tree roots not five feet away. To him there was no thrill greater then a hunter at work.
How animals hunted was one of many fascinations Jason had. From the feeblest of creatures that use camouflage or set traps to the most daring and ferocious that use speed and cunning to their advantage. How they would adapt to surroundings to blend in, he found it all so beautiful. Jason, having nothing which struck the eye seeing him, learned that a bit of camouflage when he hunted was always a good idea. It was now drawing nearer to the date, the hunt had started, and at this point he could no longer wait. His partner’s birthday was today.
It had become a tradition for them, each year for her birthday Jason would provide for her a meal that could not be matched. It had been that way since the night they met, on her birthday. He was out watching, waiting when she walked by, they exchanged a glance and both knew in that instant they were meant for each other. She was out stalking just as he was. Their inner animals recognized each other as part of the same breed. After quite some time and talk, which involved some trust test, they had settled their relationship. They would share the joys of murder together. She liked to prey on the scum, “Men who were just asking for it,” she would say “they had to go.” Jason on the other hand was not so picky. “When it needs to happen, anyone will do.”
Since the death of his parents, when he was twelve, he had been living isolated in the woods with the knowledge and experience they had given him. The three of them had lived outside of society for as long as he could remember. Being left alone to live off the earth he turned to animals for parental figures and made the conversions in order to benefit. “We’re animals, and the smartest of them all. I live with Mother Nature by my side, I have nothing to fear, and she has taught me very well.” He would forage for mushrooms and berries, even at times steal crops from the nearby city. Crops were fine but he was quite fond of meat. He had taught himself to hunt for his food. Human just happened to be his favorite.
Hidden in the woods they lived in an underground bunker that had taken him almost fifteen years to build. Not even the most skilled of hunters could have located it had anyone but Jason and Layla known of its existence. It had been a drastic change for Layla, but it was better than the streets. Her family had abandoned her by a church before she was even able to walk. By the time she was seventeen, she began to question the church and even the lord himself, she had been living on the streets until she met twenty five year old Jason’s eyes on her twenty third birthday a few years ago. Since that day her urge for human flesh could rarely be quenched.
The evening was drawing near. There was no time to enjoy the shade any longer. The meat Jason would prepare for his lover’s meal would come from the bartender he had been watching for a few weeks. Even though it was only five o’clock when this bartender’s shift was over, he always appeared to have been drinking all day. Jason had no clue whether this would be to his advantage or not. A little bit of marinated meat was never a bad thing though.
The bartenders walk home was in no way short. Jason, having followed him for the past week already knew this and had planned for it. Close to his house the bartender took a shortcut through an open field. This did not surprise Jason, he had planned for it. The weeds were high but not thick enough to provide Jason with the concealment he desired. So within the soil, about half way through, Jason had mixed in a mirror. This caught the bartenders eye, being drunk like he was, the flicker of light had to be examined.
When it was finally cleared the bartender sat there, staring into what was a foot long mirror. As he bent over to see himself in the mirror, he had signed his death certificate. The last sight he had was of blood flooding onto the mirror and the reflection of Jason, which had appeared out of thin air to run a blade against his throat.
Jason was always successful. He knew that no matter the person, they would be attracted to anything shiny, glittering in the distance. The time taken to unearth the mirror and wonder why it was there in the first place was more then Jason needed. Out of blood there was no mess as Jason secretly got him back and into the bunker. This task, with the risk of being discovered, did not in any way scare him. With many years of practice he was very confident. With good reason too, no one knew of his existence.
When he returned home he could see Layla was napping. She had spent the day collecting berries which were in a bowl on their table. It was the perfect time for him to get started. He had designed a room for the sole purpose of dismembering bodies; as well as separating flesh from bone and the skin from flesh to expose the meat. Once that was done and he had enough meat for a couple months. He had a respect for humanity so a victim a year was enough. He treasured the meat so he made it last as long as he could.
Layla was awoken by a very delightful smell. She could hear noises coming from what was the kitchen. It was already supper. She had slept the afternoon away. She wondered how her meal would be served. Her birthday was always something she looked forward too. She was often awed by Jason’s creativity and was always excited to eat his wonderful creation. She did not share Jason’s respect for humanity and would have eaten human everyday if it was up to her.
Jason was just finishing up when she entered the kitchen. The room had a vented grill as well as a vented stove, a sink and a table just big enough for both of them. Outside of society yes, but with his inventions using others trash he was highly technologically advanced. The kitchen was his favorite, he loved to cook. The smile on his face was beaming. Running up to Layla he gave a deep embrace and with a loving tone whispered, “Happy birthday my love. I hope you’re hungry.” Pulling out her chair, he finished the service. The table was set.
The plate was beautiful. Strips of meat lay in one section while the berries she had picked lay in another, joining in the middle around a slow fired steak covered in his famous blood red sauce. The color for the sauce came from the real blood contained within. Before cutting up the meat the last bit of blood was drained and saved for the sauce. The food looked so good that they immediately began to feast, not exchanging another word.
Having both eaten to the point of satiety they went outside to sit under the night sky exchanging very little words until she asked, “Did you keep the bones?” A smile came over his face. It was his birthday in three days. He wondered what she would have in store.
He was sitting in the shade of a blossoming cherry tree. Jason loved the smell of the flowers. He would find himself a nice beautiful spot away from the sun and spend hours just watching. Everything that painted the landscape interested him. He liked most of all to see nature at its most brutal. For research purposes and artistic ones; he liked to see things like a rodents last moments before becoming prey to the snake that was blending into tree roots not five feet away. To him there was no thrill greater then a hunter at work.
How animals hunted was one of many fascinations Jason had. From the feeblest of creatures that use camouflage or set traps to the most daring and ferocious that use speed and cunning to their advantage. How they would adapt to surroundings to blend in, he found it all so beautiful. Jason, having nothing which struck the eye seeing him, learned that a bit of camouflage when he hunted was always a good idea. It was now drawing nearer to the date, the hunt had started, and at this point he could no longer wait. His partner’s birthday was today.
It had become a tradition for them, each year for her birthday Jason would provide for her a meal that could not be matched. It had been that way since the night they met, on her birthday. He was out watching, waiting when she walked by, they exchanged a glance and both knew in that instant they were meant for each other. She was out stalking just as he was. Their inner animals recognized each other as part of the same breed. After quite some time and talk, which involved some trust test, they had settled their relationship. They would share the joys of murder together. She liked to prey on the scum, “Men who were just asking for it,” she would say “they had to go.” Jason on the other hand was not so picky. “When it needs to happen, anyone will do.”
Since the death of his parents, when he was twelve, he had been living isolated in the woods with the knowledge and experience they had given him. The three of them had lived outside of society for as long as he could remember. Being left alone to live off the earth he turned to animals for parental figures and made the conversions in order to benefit. “We’re animals, and the smartest of them all. I live with Mother Nature by my side, I have nothing to fear, and she has taught me very well.” He would forage for mushrooms and berries, even at times steal crops from the nearby city. Crops were fine but he was quite fond of meat. He had taught himself to hunt for his food. Human just happened to be his favorite.
Hidden in the woods they lived in an underground bunker that had taken him almost fifteen years to build. Not even the most skilled of hunters could have located it had anyone but Jason and Layla known of its existence. It had been a drastic change for Layla, but it was better than the streets. Her family had abandoned her by a church before she was even able to walk. By the time she was seventeen, she began to question the church and even the lord himself, she had been living on the streets until she met twenty five year old Jason’s eyes on her twenty third birthday a few years ago. Since that day her urge for human flesh could rarely be quenched.
The evening was drawing near. There was no time to enjoy the shade any longer. The meat Jason would prepare for his lover’s meal would come from the bartender he had been watching for a few weeks. Even though it was only five o’clock when this bartender’s shift was over, he always appeared to have been drinking all day. Jason had no clue whether this would be to his advantage or not. A little bit of marinated meat was never a bad thing though.
The bartenders walk home was in no way short. Jason, having followed him for the past week already knew this and had planned for it. Close to his house the bartender took a shortcut through an open field. This did not surprise Jason, he had planned for it. The weeds were high but not thick enough to provide Jason with the concealment he desired. So within the soil, about half way through, Jason had mixed in a mirror. This caught the bartenders eye, being drunk like he was, the flicker of light had to be examined.
When it was finally cleared the bartender sat there, staring into what was a foot long mirror. As he bent over to see himself in the mirror, he had signed his death certificate. The last sight he had was of blood flooding onto the mirror and the reflection of Jason, which had appeared out of thin air to run a blade against his throat.
Jason was always successful. He knew that no matter the person, they would be attracted to anything shiny, glittering in the distance. The time taken to unearth the mirror and wonder why it was there in the first place was more then Jason needed. Out of blood there was no mess as Jason secretly got him back and into the bunker. This task, with the risk of being discovered, did not in any way scare him. With many years of practice he was very confident. With good reason too, no one knew of his existence.
When he returned home he could see Layla was napping. She had spent the day collecting berries which were in a bowl on their table. It was the perfect time for him to get started. He had designed a room for the sole purpose of dismembering bodies; as well as separating flesh from bone and the skin from flesh to expose the meat. Once that was done and he had enough meat for a couple months. He had a respect for humanity so a victim a year was enough. He treasured the meat so he made it last as long as he could.
Layla was awoken by a very delightful smell. She could hear noises coming from what was the kitchen. It was already supper. She had slept the afternoon away. She wondered how her meal would be served. Her birthday was always something she looked forward too. She was often awed by Jason’s creativity and was always excited to eat his wonderful creation. She did not share Jason’s respect for humanity and would have eaten human everyday if it was up to her.
Jason was just finishing up when she entered the kitchen. The room had a vented grill as well as a vented stove, a sink and a table just big enough for both of them. Outside of society yes, but with his inventions using others trash he was highly technologically advanced. The kitchen was his favorite, he loved to cook. The smile on his face was beaming. Running up to Layla he gave a deep embrace and with a loving tone whispered, “Happy birthday my love. I hope you’re hungry.” Pulling out her chair, he finished the service. The table was set.
The plate was beautiful. Strips of meat lay in one section while the berries she had picked lay in another, joining in the middle around a slow fired steak covered in his famous blood red sauce. The color for the sauce came from the real blood contained within. Before cutting up the meat the last bit of blood was drained and saved for the sauce. The food looked so good that they immediately began to feast, not exchanging another word.
Having both eaten to the point of satiety they went outside to sit under the night sky exchanging very little words until she asked, “Did you keep the bones?” A smile came over his face. It was his birthday in three days. He wondered what she would have in store.