Saturday night, school grounds and beyond.

[saltandammo]

He had no idea where he was or how he got there, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the hunt

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[rocksthescarf]

Chuck had been walking back to the dorms after getting his alcohol fix in town. Sure, he had alcohol in his room, but the bar had a much better variety. Besides, he stayed in last night (not that hadn't been extremely fun).

Somehow he hadn't noticed anything weird going on in town. Not yet, anyway.

He also didn't notice a strange guy with a mask and pickaxe walking around. He got unobservant after a few drinks.

[saltandammo]

Unobservant prey were easy pickings. But there was no fun in just attacking and killing without them knowing he was there. You didn't get to see the terror that way.

So he fell in step behind his prey, shadowing him up the street.

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck had been too buzzed to really notice anybody following him at first but after a minute or two he felt a weird chill down his back. He started to think that maybe he wasn't alone any more.

He stopped abruptly in his tracks and stood still, listening for any movement. Maybe it was just a squirrel.

[saltandammo]

He shadowed his prey's movements, stopping when he did, standing barely a foot behind him in the dark.

[rocksthescarf]

Okay, there was something definitely behind him and it was definitely not a squirrel.

Chuck was in no way a brave person so instead of turning around and asking who was there, he started walking again, hoping to god that the person didn't know that Chuck had noticed him.

Yes, Chuck. Pretend he wasn't there. That would make him go away.

[saltandammo]

When his prey started walking again, he did as well, shadowing him as close as a breath away.

Waiting for that perfect moment.

[rocksthescarf]

That was too goddamn close for Chuck. A big part of him wanted to run away like a girl but there was a chance this was just Hannibal or someone screwing with him and, goddammit, he wasn't going to be risk being teased for the next couple months. So he stopped again and turned around to face the person that was following him.

"Okay, this is--" Chuck's eyes widened when he turned around. "What the fuck?"

[saltandammo]

His smile was unseen behind the mask, but he trusted the raising of his pickaxe got his point across.

[rocksthescarf]

That was new. There was little panic bells going off in Chuck's head tell him that he should screw dignity and just run but his pride was still in the forefront here.

"What are you going to do with that thing?" Chuck asked, taking a few backwards steps towards the dorms. He was actually headed more towards the preserve now, which made him even more of an idiot because the last place you wanted to be with a psycho is the woods.

[saltandammo]

What was he going to do with that thing? He answered by swinging the very sharp end at his prey's throat.

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck didn't duck so much as fall down really, really fast. Still, he avoided getting hit.

After that Chuck decided that no amount of dignity was worth an axe to the neck and he starting running, not really knowing or caring which way he was going.

[saltandammo]

And the chase was on. He went after his prey, pickaxe gleaming in the moonlight.

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck was by no means athletic in any way so catching up to him probably wouldn't be too difficult of a task. Still, he tried his best to elude the psycho with a pickaxe, running as fast as his designer shoes would take him.

His eyes darted around for a place he could hide but was coming up short.

[saltandammo]

The chase was nearing its end. He swung the axe out, aiming for whatever part of his prey he could tag.

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck cried out loudly when the axe sunk into his shoulder. He had never felt something so painful in his entire life. The axe hadn't sunk in too far but it was enough to make Chuck fall face first onto the ground.

[saltandammo]

This was it. He closed the distance, and stood over his prey, waiting for him to turn over and look up. He wanted him to see the axe as it fell.