Chapter 129: _Turning Me On
He led them back to the secluded corner where he had feasted on the first unfortunate wolf. The sight of the dead body drew a gasp from the injured girl. "Oh no... he must have had a rough struggle with whoever killed him," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Fergus’ face remained innocent, but his mind buzzed with demented delight. He relished playing this game. "Don’t worry," he said, his voice soothing. "It was a quick kill, he didn’t suffer."
The girl’s gaze turned to him as she she clung to her heavily injured sister despite her own wounds. "H– How do you know that?" she managed to ask.
"Because," Fergus said, his voice dropping to a low hiss, "I killed him."
A second of silence followed. Then, to his surprise, the girl let out a shaky laugh. "You? Kill someone?" she scoffed, clearly thinking he was joking. "You’re just a little boy!"
Oh, that’s right. Laugh all you want, food; Fergus thought to himself.
Fergus’ laugh erupted alongside hers, but he was not an amused one like hers. At least, not amused in the way hers was. He was laughing because his food was underestimating him and laughing at him.
He really liked that too– when they underestimated him. The look that always resided in the depths of their eyes when they realized shit had gotten real was always epic. Nothing could beat that particular moment when they realized that they had been laughing with their doom.
So, he laughed. It was a chilling, maniacal sound that would have sent goosebumps erupting on the girl’s body if she had noticed a little more. The echo of it bounced off the surrounding buildings, shortly drowning out the noises of the battle.