Chapter 8: To Go Hunting
"Ahh!" the feminine shrieking sound of a grieving mother had Theo jolted awake the next day, early morning, checking his body to make sure he was still alive and whole. "My babies are dead!"
Theo, hearing a commotion outside, looked out his shattered glass window to see a mourning Mrs. Dawson, the mother of Emily, Aston and Tyler Dawson, walking a funeral line from the chief's house to the rest of the murmuring village with guards carrying three wooden, human child-sized boxes Theo assumed to hold the bodies of her children. As she made the honorary walk across the village, her husband walked with her.
'She's mourning,' Theo thought, briefly considering showing a bit of sympathy, before ultimately deciding against it. 'I don't know why, though. She's going to join them soon enough.'
"Behold, the work of beasts!" the loud voice of Joshua sounded loudly in the cool morning streets among the marching of death. "Fear not the dangers of the forest, for we shall avenge our own! Behold the work of Beasts, shiver not in fear, but revel at the cries of vengeance that we shall respond with."
'This bastard is annoying,' Theo thought, brows twitching, as he tried his best to ignore the guy. Turning to Mrs. Dawson, Theo scrunched his face in mild irritation. 'Just looking at this bitch pisses me off. What kind of mother raises such bastard dickheads for children?'
As Theo went down the memory lane of the previous owner of this body, he couldn't help but remember how much of an ass hole she was to the previous owner of Theo's body. Theo knew that she knew that her kids bullied him — She's watched them do it countless times, as they didn't even bother to hide it. Hell, she even giggled a few times, right in front of his face while they did it.
As far as Theo was concerned, that entire village will be eradicated and Mrs. Dawson? She'll be the first bastard of a bitch to go out first, in the most painful of ways.
Theo eventually calmed down, bored of watching the Bitch of the West grieve her delinquent children as she marched across the village, so that the villagers could also see her mourn — Thankfully, Theo got a notification from the System just then.
[Ding! Integration Completed!]
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