Fate's Game [GL]

A humming man was sitting on a decapitated man. All around him was a bloody scene with seperated body parts everywhere.

One corpse was even so demolished his upper body was vertically cut open and his guts and organs was pulled out while he was still breathing, one could see how much he must have suffered before death through his distorted face and hate filled eyes.

It was a sight to shudder and a thin man was sitting in the middle of it.

His whole face was smeared with blood, his tousled hair was sticking together with fresh blood and with the unrhythmic bobbing of his head, he seemed like a nutcase for the psychiatry.

He had a Walkie-talkie on his hand, that showed that he must be the one who talked a while ago.

He said he would hunt them, but right know, other than humming a weird song and sitting on a body, he did not move. If one listened closely he could make out what he was humming.

"I'm hungry, hungry, hungry. I have to hunt for food! Mom, I'm hungry, hungry, hungry. I have to hunt for food!"

It was, like he is brainwashed and been broken by the process, repeating those sentences like a broken radio.

Another man with explosive muscles came in front of the humming man, waving his hand infront his face, to check out if he was still present under the living people.

"Chef, still here?"

"...hungry"

"No, he is out. He is gone back into his fantasy world, probably dreaming of some delicacies."

Looking back to the other four members of three man and one woman, he took charge and ordered them what to do.

Normally they were all their own people not listening to anyone, but circ.u.mstances change. They were 6, no, 5 people, until the crazy person woke up from his dream; they had to kill everyone letting none escape.

It was ordered to them by the top leader of their organization, what he says, is a must!

"Let's go, we have the advantage now, since there is only 8 left of them. The faster we're done, the faster we can go home."

"Oh Muscle, you're a bit late saying that."

"Hmm?"

"Chameleon and Skeleton are alredy gone.", said a glasses wearing guy, hinting at the point they stood a moment ago.

"Hmm, is that so." The muscled guy scratched his head with his big puffy arms. It looked hilarious when he did that. "Isn't it good? They are fast!"

"Yeah, for us it is. But not for the running prey! Both off them won't leave much for us."

"Then we should go too."

With that the remaining figures vanished in different directions leaving a bloody scene with one delusional person behind.

The Black Vipers were a mysterious organization, which acted low key, to the extend, people thought of its existence as a rumor.

How many members it had or who the leading figure was is unknown. No one knew anything about it and now they pop out of the nothing.

That senile old man has certainly strained all his information sources to contact them.

And now Sasha's team didn't know, how many are after them or what kind of skills they had, but the old man had surely paid quite the sum, to hire the rumored Black Vipers.