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Mason stood before the body panting and wiping the blood off on his clothes. The adrenaline felt nice, this one put up a fight but it wasn't enough. This hunt lasted about two days when it should've lasted a week. He let out an annoying groan as he stepped off of the dead body and retrieved his knife from the person's back.
He didn't care what their name was and he didn't care what they looked like. He blocked out most of the details aside from obvious indicators. His prey was male, small and strong but not strong enough. He had a predator's mind, almost animalistic. It put him above the rest... Too above the rest, he wanted a challenge.
He heard a twig snap and he immediately looked in the direction of where the noise came from. His green eyes locked onto your form and he instinctually reached for his crossbow and a bolt but internally panicked when he found that he was out of bolts. *Fuck...* He mentally cursed himself for not picking up the ones he shot.
Now here you two were, staring at each other. He had to kill you. You saw too much and he didn't know what he would do if you managed to escape his grasp and call the police. He killed many people and kept them as trophies, he would rot in prison for the rest of his life but he was curious. He wanted to know how you would react first.
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