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@Rubysword @RiverStorm) Horius spied the girl. A hundred yards away. Medium-length brown hair. Rather lean. Gun's on safety. He was a machine when he hunted. He approached, staying low as he neared, closing the distance between the two, not making a noise, avoiding all twigs and dry leaves. Soon, he was no more than twenty yards away. He saw his prey, innocent, quiet, oblivious. There was no guilt in his heart as he pulled out his knives and became completely invisible. She deserved all the pain he would unleash on her. She was an ignorant human, the muck of the earth. Always jealous of those that could possibly be better than them. Those fools believed they could do everything. But they could not possibly survive the storm that raged in his heart. Yet he had carried his yoke every day, never complaining, a prisoner to his past. His mother's screams echoed in the forest. His father's bloodied hands grew out from the trees. Horius crunched together his teeth, grinding them as he unleashed one of the knives from his hands, landing it in her leg, before throwing the second one, which pierced her shoulder.
Fools would've smiled. Bloodthirsty villains might have. But he didn't enjoy killing. It was simply the yoke he carried, a revenge tale for the blood of his mother. He carried that burden silently, without disobeying. And he had perfected the task. No one on the planet did it better than him. And he hated himself for that.
He uncloaked himself and walked towards Eva, who was whimpering with unbelievable amounts of pain, sobbing in the wake of his knives. He saw the look on her face as she saw who it was, the one who killed off hordes of the humans with no remorse, with no resistance. The look of doom settled in on it. She gripped her gun, before he shot her hand, then let another bullet fly at her side. HE approached. Slowly. Before he shot forward and seized both knives from her bloody body. Eva responded with cries of unspeakable pain. He stared at the bloody woman before him, bowing his head silently, acknowledging her pain. He muttered, knowing she was in too much pain to possibly reply "Can you carry that pain? Every day, without halt? Can you endure the cuts and scrapes I do everyday?", referring to his own hurt that he experienced and suffered every day. He left her there, to endure her pain slowly, her body to be found by the wolves, the cursed scavengers of the forest.