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Casually scraping the blade of his weapon against the worn wooden frame of the nearby wall, the mute peered out of the nearby window. A pair of beings had succeeded in catching his interest as of late. A unique set of males who seemed to partake in hunting methods similar to his own. They targeted pathetic people who had performed a series of foul acts. This set seemed to be very precise in who they did and didn't go after. A trait which he, as a fellow huntsman, could admire.

His admiration aside, though, this was not the reason behind his interest. He had taken to stalking them for a completely different reason. For a hunter, there was no greater thrill than prey who knew how to give them a run for their money. Typical humans were amusing, to say the least, but they proved to be of little work in terms of challenges. He had been facing a bit of a dilemma in that sense. When a huntsman no longer enjoyed his sport, then what would happen? They would stop hunting. Such was something that he sought to avoid for as long as possible. A ghoul such as himself needed something to cling to so as to continue to exist in the mortal plains.

Or so he had come to believe. Given that he had little idea as to what he actually was, he had no genuine means of knowing exactly what it was that kept him 'alive'. Regardless, he had his own mindset. He needed to hunt, but he also needed to enjoy it. Otherwise the task would be as pointless and tedious as trying to build a career in the human domain. As such, he had come to a relatively simple conclusion. To hunt something new on the side so as to have something to look look back on when he resumed his usual task of slaying humans. This pair of unique, and inhuman creatures, would serve that task perfectly. They were fast, strong - and somehow, always seemed perfectly aware of who was and wasn't around them.

As such, their apparent ignorance to his presence seemed to be enough to prove to him that he was their fated hunter. How fun it would be, turning these reptilian, man killing huntsmen, into his prey. When the hunter becomes the hunted, it always proves to be a fun occasion. They would be his most difficult game, but the trophies that he would claim from them would prove to be well worth the effort. As such, he had grown impatient. He knew that this domain had been to their interest for a great length of time. They had been stalking the adult male who had resided there for years. Unfortunately for them, he had already gotten rid of their prey. Such was his means of making sure that their interest would be on him, and him alone. A challenge to their skill as hunters, so to speak. He could only hope that they would accept his challenge.

At last, the duo made their move. The more reptilian of the two started for the back door, and succeeding in breaking in before long. Feeling his excitement grow, the mute went on to select his hiding place. This building was small, but, there was one secret to it. The owner - may he rest in pieces - has illegally built a basement. Such had been their means of holding their victims against there will. For the time being, he would hide in there. There were multiple cameras set up in the building, which he had discovered around a week to go. He had used that as his means of monitoring the old owner. Now, he would put them to use in order to keep track of his new game. Or, at least that had been the plan. Time passed - more than he thought sensible, given the relatively small size of the building. He saw no real movement through the cameras.

All he could spot were the shadows, but even they were nothing that could be mistaken for the movements of another person. What was more, he was positive that there was an issue with the cameras. Why? For example, he could hear the movement. He was just beneath the first level of the building, so of course he could tell when one of the two was walking around. His assumptions were that the more human of the two had gone upstairs in hopes of chasing the unknowingly deceased owner downstairs, where they would be ambushed by the giant dinosaur of a male. Having grown impatient, the mute proceeded to make his way out of the basement so that he could confront his prey. His basic hope was to take them out one at a time. Such would be his only means of victory. As any good hunter would know, it was best not to take on more than he could handle.

He had seen this unit hunt. Such was a result of having been stalking them for nearly half a year. They were strong. He had seen the more human of the two crush a mans skull with their gauntlet clad hands. Such had been enough to prove how powerful these inhuman beings were. He knew that going up against both at once would result in a very agonizing loss. The beings were prone to torturing their victims in some of the most gruesome manners. He had seen them rip out the internal organs of their victims. Throats were torn apart with claws and metal coated fingers. Mind games were play, and he had genuinely enjoyed observing all of these details. To think that he would be turning these powerful hunters into his toys. All was just a matter of time and action. Upon reaching the entrance to the main room, he was pleased to find that the dinosaur of a man was the only one present.

As such, he had been graced by a stroke of luck. Taking his chance before it could be lost, he lashed out. This one was all brawn. Offering the chance for a fair fight would result in immediate moss on the mutes part. This was a giant reptilian man that was nearly seven feet tall. Add in a tail that was at least as long as his body, and clearly, there was no room for mistakes in a brawl. They were flexible, fast, and relentless once they had a hold of someone. Having spent so long observing them when they hunted, the white glad male had become well aware of their behavior. The only chance was to catch them off guard. So, he did just that. The first strike was seemingly misplaced, and means to trigger pain. He sank his blade into the soft flesh of the other's tail, smiling behind his mask as he heard a pained hiss escape them.

The sound was loud and clearly radiated the intense agony of the wound. Jumping back so as to avoid the repercussions of his behavior. Namely, the returned assault. The giant of a being turned somewhat to lash out, but had been greatly slowed thanks to the intense pain that had been forced upon him. Most of his tail had fallen limp as a result of the spinal chord being severed. Such tended to happen when a blade was shoved between two vertebrae. Everything past the break would be rendered useless, while the rest of the body was left knowing the agony of the wound. He went on to avoid any secondary assaults as the giant male lashed out at him, clearly seeking to tear open his throat. This went on until the overgrown, humanoid serpent fell onto the ground, the pain seeming to have removed their ability to stand.

This, was when he took advantage of the situation, and jumped upon the fallen male. Given that they had fallen onto their stomach, it was easy to deal a number of painful blows with a secondary weapon. Using the back of a hammer, he left a series of deep, bloody hole in the back of this enormous being. As expected, they did all that they could to try and throw him off, going so far as to try and grab him. The laws of joints, however, prevented them from managing to do much of anything. Eventually, he made what was more or less the finishing blow in terms of rendering the giant beast paralyzed. One good shot to the back of the neck to snap the bone, without causing any form of death. A skilled attack, if he was capable of saying so himself. Such a pity that he wasn't. This really would have been something to gloat about, if he had any friends or peers.

Knowing that his prey was still very much alive, he shifted so that he could roll the reptilian being over. Forcing their jaws apart, he pulled out the slick, lengthy organ that was their tongue, and held onto it. Unwilling to keep a firm grip on the slimy and still movable piece of muscle, he offered one last motion of cruelty by proceeding to punch the underside of the males jaw. He listened happily as their teeth snapped together, leaving a series of deep holes in the slick muscle in the process. Blood gushed from the wound, to the point that he heart the beast begin to choke. Albeit, the other wounds were likely enough to result in a good deal of internal bleeding. For all he knew, his prey had been slowly drowning in their own blood prior to being forced to bite through their tongue. Now able to find a means of keeping a firm grip, he pinched what little undamaged flesh their was and pulled.

No real noise was made as the barely intact muscle was pulled apart, although the sound that he heard was nearly indescribable. Like squeezing a hot-dog until it burst. Just an unusual sound that he had learned to adore over the years. Having claimed his prize, he made a move to place it within the burlap sack that acted as his trophy case - only to pause upon hearing a loud noise. Allowing his attention to snap towards the staircase, he wasn't surprise to meet the golden eyed gaze of the giant snakes seemingly human partner. Pausing for a moment, he contemplated his next action briefly. He had hoped to finish dealing with the serpent first, then hide so that their partner could return to find the corpse. He wanted to witness the grief from a distance, before emerging to show off his bloodstained tools and clothing. Such would have been his means of mocking the seemingly invisible pair.

They had been sloppy, to have been so oblivious to his presence for so long. Such would have been his means of making sure that the auburn haired male was aware of this, prior to their battle. Finding that his initial plan was no longer appropriate, he retrieved his knife from the tail of his half dead victim, before thrusting the blade into their chest. He pushed hard enough to trap the weapon within the wooden confines of the floor, likely bringing about its ruin come the wild spasms of the serpent come their death. Keeping his eyes locked with that of his next victim, he allowed the humanoid serpent to flail uncontrollably beneath him. He kept a firm grip on his trophy as this happened, waiting for his chance to place the writhing strip of flesh within the confines of his bag. What happened next, though, was what would prove to ruin his entire plan.

When the body fell limp, it seemed to disappear. Having been startled by the complete loss of the corpse, he made the mistake of pulling his attention away from the frame of his next victim. This would be when he discovered a grave mistake in his choice of prey. A mound of dust - or ash given the look - lay where the corpse should have been. Some of the blood remained, but most had dried to become red ash that seemed to be easily disturbed. Distraught, he threw his attention to his hand, and discovered that his trophy had seemingly vaporized as well. Had he been given the chance, he likely would have reacted with extreme agitation. He had pulled off a successful kill, but had nothing to show for it. However, he was given no such chance. He had momentarily forgotten about the other male who would have otherwise been his next kill.

Such was a mistake that he would come to regret, because the only reason he came to remember them, was because they had attacked. Suddenly finding himself being tackled, the mute found himself struggling to find a means of defending himself as the taller man latched on to his throat with a metal clad hand. Reaching for his weapon, he discovered just how terrifying it could be to be overpowered by one of these creatures. The inhuman glow of their golden eyes was enough to gravely limit his movement, resulting in him being unable to put up anything akin to a real fight. As it would turn out, ambush would have been his only real means of defeating this male as well. Unable to scream, he remained silent as they wrapped a hand around one of his arms. The arm that had been put to use in hopes of retrieving the dropped weapon was deftly twisted to the side without mercy.

The limb was deftly disabled. The mute was perfectly able to feel his shoulder pop out of joint as his arm was twisted. This was, apparently, part of the compensation for his earlier actions. He had not been prepared to be so easily overpowered. Apparently he had grown to cocky with his hunting ability, resulting in this very situation. Now, the more violent - he assumed - of the two serpentine men, had taken charge of the situation. Given all that he had witness prior, his assumption was that he would be saying hello to his intestines sometime very soon. Wanting to scream even as his limp arm was suddenly snapped at the elbow, he nearly felt tears well in his eyes as the pain hit him. How long had it been, since he had actually cried? Since he had known anything akin to the bitter feel of fear? He had no real memory of this. As such, he had suddenly lost his resolve.

Unable to fight back, he remained somewhat limp even as this now feral man went on to assault him relentlessly. Despite the savage nature of their attacks, he could see intelligence when he looked into the eyes of his would be victim. Cold, and angry, they radiated a clarity that he rarely saw among killers. This beast was perfectly aware of the pain that was triggered, as if on a personal level. Such was something that - had he not been the one being attacked - he may have been able to admire. How unfortunate that he had stepped out of his league when he went after these serpentine beings. He had acted to early. He had been to unprepared for all that might have occurred. Rather, he was unprepared for all that went on to be put into play. His clothing was torn apart as the male proceeded to better expose his skin. Such was a means of getting ready to force their metal clad fingers into his skin so as to tear open his abdomen.

However, before ripping open his abdomen, the being went on to yank off his mask. Their eyes legitimately locked this time, and the other seemed to pause for a moment, before reaching for his mouth. Their intent seemed to be on yanking out his tongue, as he had done to their partner. He watched as a look of surprise appeared in their eyes upon discovering that he had no tongue present that could be yanked out. Yes, that had been gone for a long time. Such had been done to him when he had only acted as a victim in life. The very air about them seemed to change as the golden eyed male peered down at him, seeming to be in thought. As if suddenly coming to a realization, he felt the other retract. Suddenly withdrawing their hand in order to allow him to breathe, they stepped off of him. Startled by the sudden act of mercy - something that he had not witnessed from the other in the past - the mute sat up, and proceeded to cradle his maimed arm.

The golden eyed man went on to make his way towards the exit, but paused upon reaching the door. Glancing back at the other, the serpentine man flicked his tongue as if to mock them, then huffed angrily.

"Clearly you're new to how we work..." The auburn male stated, his voice strained from pent up anger. The wounded being watched as the other went on to claw violently at the nearby wall, seeking to control themself.
"We don't hunt one another. Whatever you are, I don't care. Whatever your victims typically are, its not really any of my concern. We - all of us - have an unspoken rule. Don't target other 'creeps', unless your looking for a war." He said with a faint hiss, his tongue continuing to dart out from time to time.
"I'll let you off the hook, this time... But, if you ever come after me, or my partner, again, then I swear, I'll rip your fucking guts out before you have the chance to even consider reaching for that knife." He added, before he immediately stepped out the door. He disappeared into the surrounding darkness only a moment later, leaving the wounded and confused male to try and figure out what he could do to stop his blood from escaping through the hole in his arm. Eventually getting up and retrieving a piece of torn cloth, he struggled to wrap it around his elbow in hopes of successfully splinting it. He couldn't exactly hope to go to a hospital for treatment. It was either get it right the first time, or be left with a nearly useless arm. Once he had seemingly succeeded in temporarily patching himself up, the mute went in to approach the still open door.

The serpentine man was gone, as expected. However, that wasn't what his main concern had been. What exactly had they been talking about when he was spared? Who were the "Creeps", or whatever they had been called? Were there others like them out there? A group of beings who had known death, only to return to wreak havoc upon the humans who had scorned them in their original lives? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out. As such, he needed to figure out where the snake-man lived. Well aware of how dangerous it might be for him to try and find them, he vacated the house. He knew that this would be a waiting game. All he needed to do was find another person who matched the victim type desired of the killer. Then, it was just a matter of waiting for them to show up. After that, all he had to do was hope that their confrontation didn't result in a needless fight...

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Casually scraping the blade of his weapon against the worn wooden frame of the nearby wall, the mute peered out of the nearby window. A pair of beings had succeeded in catching his interest as of late. A unique set of males who seemed to partake in hunting methods similar to his own. They targeted pathetic people who had performed a series of foul acts. This set seemed to be very precise in who they did and didn't go after. A trait which he, as a fellow huntsman, could admire.

His admiration aside, though, this was not the reason behind his interest. He had taken to stalking them for a completely different reason. For a hunter, there was no greater thrill than prey who knew how to give them a run for their money. Typical humans were amusing, to say the least, but they proved to be of little work in terms of challenges. He had been facing a bit of a dilemma in that sense. When a huntsman no longer enjoyed his sport, then what would happen? They would stop hunting. Such was something that he sought to avoid for as long as possible. A ghoul such as himself needed something to cling to so as to continue to exist in the mortal plains.

Or so he had come to believe. Given that he had little idea as to what he actually was, he had no genuine means of knowing exactly what it was that kept him 'alive'. Regardless, he had his own mindset. He needed to hunt, but he also needed to enjoy it. Otherwise the task would be as pointless and tedious as trying to build a career in the human domain. As such, he had come to a relatively simple conclusion. To hunt something new on the side so as to have something to look look back on when he resumed his usual task of slaying humans. This pair of unique, and inhuman creatures, would serve that task perfectly. They were fast, strong - and somehow, always seemed perfectly aware of who was and wasn't around them.

As such, their apparent ignorance to his presence seemed to be enough to prove to him that he was their fated hunter. How fun it would be, turning these reptilian, man killing huntsmen, into his prey. When the hunter becomes the hunted, it always proves to be a fun occasion. They would be his most difficult game, but the trophies that he would claim from them would prove to be well worth the effort. As such, he had grown impatient. He knew that this domain had been to their interest for a great length of time. They had been stalking the adult male who had resided there for years. Unfortunately for them, he had already gotten rid of their prey. Such was his means of making sure that their interest would be on him, and him alone. A challenge to their skill as hunters, so to speak. He could only hope that they would accept his challenge.

At last, the duo made their move. The more reptilian of the two started for the back door, and succeeding in breaking in before long. Feeling his excitement grow, the mute went on to select his hiding place. This building was small, but, there was one secret to it. The owner - may he rest in pieces - has illegally built a basement. Such had been their means of holding their victims against there will. For the time being, he would hide in there. There were multiple cameras set up in the building, which he had discovered around a week to go. He had used that as his means of monitoring the old owner. Now, he would put them to use in order to keep track of his new game. Or, at least that had been the plan. Time passed - more than he thought sensible, given the relatively small size of the building. He saw no real movement through the cameras.

All he could spot were the shadows, but even they were nothing that could be mistaken for the movements of another person. What was more, he was positive that there was an issue with the cameras. Why? For example, he could hear the movement. He was just beneath the first level of the building, so of course he could tell when one of the two was walking around. His assumptions were that the more human of the two had gone upstairs in hopes of chasing the unknowingly deceased owner downstairs, where they would be ambushed by the giant dinosaur of a male. Having grown impatient, the mute proceeded to make his way out of the basement so that he could confront his prey. His basic hope was to take them out one at a time. Such would be his only means of victory. As any good hunter would know, it was best not to take on more than he could handle.

He had seen this unit hunt. Such was a result of having been stalking them for nearly half a year. They were strong. He had seen the more human of the two crush a mans skull with their gauntlet clad hands. Such had been enough to prove how powerful these inhuman beings were. He knew that going up against both at once would result in a very agonizing loss. The beings were prone to torturing their victims in some of the most gruesome manners. He had seen them rip out the internal organs of their victims. Throats were torn apart with claws and metal coated fingers. Mind games were play, and he had genuinely enjoyed observing all of these details. To think that he would be turning these powerful hunters into his toys. All was just a matter of time and action. Upon reaching the entrance to the main room, he was pleased to find that the dinosaur of a man was the only one present.

As such, he had been graced by a stroke of luck. Taking his chance before it could be lost, he lashed out. This one was all brawn. Offering the chance for a fair fight would result in immediate moss on the mutes part. This was a giant reptilian man that was nearly seven feet tall. Add in a tail that was at least as long as his body, and clearly, there was no room for mistakes in a brawl. They were flexible, fast, and relentless once they had a hold of someone. Having spent so long observing them when they hunted, the white glad male had become well aware of their behavior. The only chance was to catch them off guard. So, he did just that. The first strike was seemingly misplaced, and means to trigger pain. He sank his blade into the soft flesh of the other's tail, smiling behind his mask as he heard a pained hiss escape them.

The sound was loud and clearly radiated the intense agony of the wound. Jumping back so as to avoid the repercussions of his behavior. Namely, the returned assault. The giant of a being turned somewhat to lash out, but had been greatly slowed thanks to the intense pain that had been forced upon him. Most of his tail had fallen limp as a result of the spinal chord being severed. Such tended to happen when a blade was shoved between two vertebrae. Everything past the break would be rendered useless, while the rest of the body was left knowing the agony of the wound. He went on to avoid any secondary assaults as the giant male lashed out at him, clearly seeking to tear open his throat. This went on until the overgrown, humanoid serpent fell onto the ground, the pain seeming to have removed their ability to stand.

This, was when he took advantage of the situation, and jumped upon the fallen male. Given that they had fallen onto their stomach, it was easy to deal a number of painful blows with a secondary weapon. Using the back of a hammer, he left a series of deep, bloody hole in the back of this enormous being. As expected, they did all that they could to try and throw him off, going so far as to try and grab him. The laws of joints, however, prevented them from managing to do much of anything. Eventually, he made what was more or less the finishing blow in terms of rendering the giant beast paralyzed. One good shot to the back of the neck to snap the bone, without causing any form of death. A skilled attack, if he was capable of saying so himself. Such a pity that he wasn't. This really would have been something to gloat about, if he had any friends or peers.

Knowing that his prey was still very much alive, he shifted so that he could roll the reptilian being over. Forcing their jaws apart, he pulled out the slick, lengthy organ that was their tongue, and held onto it. Unwilling to keep a firm grip on the slimy and still movable piece of muscle, he offered one last motion of cruelty by proceeding to punch the underside of the males jaw. He listened happily as their teeth snapped together, leaving a series of deep holes in the slick muscle in the process. Blood gushed from the wound, to the point that he heart the beast begin to choke. Albeit, the other wounds were likely enough to result in a good deal of internal bleeding. For all he knew, his prey had been slowly drowning in their own blood prior to being forced to bite through their tongue. Now able to find a means of keeping a firm grip, he pinched what little undamaged flesh their was and pulled.

No real noise was made as the barely intact muscle was pulled apart, although the sound that he heard was nearly indescribable. Like squeezing a hot-dog until it burst. Just an unusual sound that he had learned to adore over the years. Having claimed his prize, he made a move to place it within the burlap sack that acted as his trophy case - only to pause upon hearing a loud noise. Allowing his attention to snap towards the staircase, he wasn't surprise to meet the golden eyed gaze of the giant snakes seemingly human partner. Pausing for a moment, he contemplated his next action briefly. He had hoped to finish dealing with the serpent first, then hide so that their partner could return to find the corpse. He wanted to witness the grief from a distance, before emerging to show off his bloodstained tools and clothing. Such would have been his means of mocking the seemingly invisible pair.

They had been sloppy, to have been so oblivious to his presence for so long. Such would have been his means of making sure that the auburn haired male was aware of this, prior to their battle. Finding that his initial plan was no longer appropriate, he retrieved his knife from the tail of his half dead victim, before thrusting the blade into their chest. He pushed hard enough to trap the weapon within the wooden confines of the floor, likely bringing about its ruin come the wild spasms of the serpent come their death. Keeping his eyes locked with that of his next victim, he allowed the humanoid serpent to flail uncontrollably beneath him. He kept a firm grip on his trophy as this happened, waiting for his chance to place the writhing strip of flesh within the confines of his bag. What happened next, though, was what would prove to ruin his entire plan.

When the body fell limp, it seemed to disappear. Having been startled by the complete loss of the corpse, he made the mistake of pulling his attention away from the frame of his next victim. This would be when he discovered a grave mistake in his choice of prey. A mound of dust - or ash given the look - lay where the corpse should have been. Some of the blood remained, but most had dried to become red ash that seemed to be easily disturbed. Distraught, he threw his attention to his hand, and discovered that his trophy had seemingly vaporized as well. Had he been given the chance, he likely would have reacted with extreme agitation. He had pulled off a successful kill, but had nothing to show for it. However, he was given no such chance. He had momentarily forgotten about the other male who would have otherwise been his next kill.

Such was a mistake that he would come to regret, because the only reason he came to remember them, was because they had attacked. Suddenly finding himself being tackled, the mute found himself struggling to find a means of defending himself as the taller man latched on to his throat with a metal clad hand. Reaching for his weapon, he discovered just how terrifying it could be to be overpowered by one of these creatures. The inhuman glow of their golden eyes was enough to gravely limit his movement, resulting in him being unable to put up anything akin to a real fight. As it would turn out, ambush would have been his only real means of defeating this male as well. Unable to scream, he remained silent as they wrapped a hand around one of his arms. The arm that had been put to use in hopes of retrieving the dropped weapon was deftly twisted to the side without mercy.

The limb was deftly disabled. The mute was perfectly able to feel his shoulder pop out of joint as his arm was twisted. This was, apparently, part of the compensation for his earlier actions. He had not been prepared to be so easily overpowered. Apparently he had grown to cocky with his hunting ability, resulting in this very situation. Now, the more violent - he assumed - of the two serpentine men, had taken charge of the situation. Given all that he had witness prior, his assumption was that he would be saying hello to his intestines sometime very soon. Wanting to scream even as his limp arm was suddenly snapped at the elbow, he nearly felt tears well in his eyes as the pain hit him. How long had it been, since he had actually cried? Since he had known anything akin to the bitter feel of fear? He had no real memory of this. As such, he had suddenly lost his resolve.

Unable to fight back, he remained somewhat limp even as this now feral man went on to assault him relentlessly. Despite the savage nature of their attacks, he could see intelligence when he looked into the eyes of his would be victim. Cold, and angry, they radiated a clarity that he rarely saw among killers. This beast was perfectly aware of the pain that was triggered, as if on a personal level. Such was something that - had he not been the one being attacked - he may have been able to admire. How unfortunate that he had stepped out of his league when he went after these serpentine beings. He had acted to early. He had been to unprepared for all that might have occurred. Rather, he was unprepared for all that went on to be put into play. His clothing was torn apart as the male proceeded to better expose his skin. Such was a means of getting ready to force their metal clad fingers into his skin so as to tear open his abdomen.

However, before ripping open his abdomen, the being went on to yank off his mask. Their eyes legitimately locked this time, and the other seemed to pause for a moment, before reaching for his mouth. Their intent seemed to be on yanking out his tongue, as he had done to their partner. He watched as a look of surprise appeared in their eyes upon discovering that he had no tongue present that could be yanked out. Yes, that had been gone for a long time. Such had been done to him when he had only acted as a victim in life. The very air about them seemed to change as the golden eyed male peered down at him, seeming to be in thought. As if suddenly coming to a realization, he felt the other retract. Suddenly withdrawing their hand in order to allow him to breathe, they stepped off of him. Startled by the sudden act of mercy - something that he had not witnessed from the other in the past - the mute sat up, and proceeded to cradle his maimed arm.

The golden eyed man went on to make his way towards the exit, but paused upon reaching the door. Glancing back at the other, the serpentine man flicked his tongue as if to mock them, then huffed angrily.

"Clearly you're new to how we work..." The auburn male stated, his voice strained from pent up anger. The wounded being watched as the other went on to claw violently at the nearby wall, seeking to control themself.
"We don't hunt one another. Whatever you are, I don't care. Whatever your victims typically are, its not really any of my concern. We - all of us - have an unspoken rule. Don't target other 'creeps', unless your looking for a war." He said with a faint hiss, his tongue continuing to dart out from time to time.
"I'll let you off the hook, this time... But, if you ever come after me, or my partner, again, then I swear, I'll rip your fucking guts out before you have the chance to even consider reaching for that knife." He added, before he immediately stepped out the door. He disappeared into the surrounding darkness only a moment later, leaving the wounded and confused male to try and figure out what he could do to stop his blood from escaping through the hole in his arm. Eventually getting up and retrieving a piece of torn cloth, he struggled to wrap it around his elbow in hopes of successfully splinting it. He couldn't exactly hope to go to a hospital for treatment. It was either get it right the first time, or be left with a nearly useless arm. Once he had seemingly succeeded in temporarily patching himself up, the mute went in to approach the still open door.

The serpentine man was gone, as expected. However, that wasn't what his main concern had been. What exactly had they been talking about when he was spared? Who were the "Creeps", or whatever they had been called? Were there others like them out there? A group of beings who had known death, only to return to wreak havoc upon the humans who had scorned them in their original lives? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out. As such, he needed to figure out where the snake-man lived. Well aware of how dangerous it might be for him to try and find them, he vacated the house. He knew that this would be a waiting game. All he needed to do was find another person who matched the victim type desired of the killer. Then, it was just a matter of waiting for them to show up. After that, all he had to do was hope that their confrontation didn't result in a needless fight...