THE WOODSMAN
They were just like the last group; young, energetic, and out for a good time away from it all. He didn't care what they were looking to get away from, he just cared that they had come to the wrong place for their escape.
These were his woods. This was his home. This was a place of peace and tranquility. It wasn't supposed to be full of shrieking laughter and drunken revellery. It wasn't suppsoed to be full of fornicating young couples looking for a good time.
He stood in the shadows of the forest and listened to the three couples laughing and shouting. He could here the bottles of alcohol clanking together, and the noisy ruckus that would last long into the night. The last goup had been almost exactly the same, but he had silenced them.
He shuffled the axe from his left hand to his right. He was a patient man and he would wait until the right moment. Let them succomb to the effects of the alcohol, the ehady high of sexual gratification, then make his way in and spill their blood.
The front door crashed open and one of the young men stumbled out into the night. He plummeted down the stairs with reckless abandon and wobbled to an unsteady halt in the middle of the yard. He paused there, swaying slightly, then stumbled towards where the Woodsman was standing. He was fumbling clumsily with the front of his pants.
The Woodsman raised his axe and stepped further back into the shadows. He stood there and waited adn when the man was in reach, he dropped the axe. It connected with a solid thunk, and the man collpased, his pants still open. Fluids spilled from two different parts of his body.
He dragged the body off into the woods and dumped it behind some deadfall. They would come looking for their friend eventually. This changed everything, and he would have to adjust accordingly. It had happened before, and he had succeeded with his cleansing. This would be no different.
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