The moon was sitting high on its throne in the deep celestial void conferring the forest below an impression of mystery as well as danger. Despite that loud rustling was heard as a man was dredging through the untamed shrubberies in front of him. Every once in a while, he’d stop to look anxiously in his surroundings as if an unspeakable predator is waiting for him in the shadows of the trees. After confirming that he was alone, he would curse out complaints under his breath “why me?!”, “why did this happen to me?!” or lament about his sorry state "This was supposed to be an easy job, how did it turn out this way?".

The man was part of a group, however, due to unforeseen circumstances the three were split apart, and now he was trying to reunite with the rest of his compatriots. The fact that he couldn’t speak out or turn on his flashlight was only serving to drive him even more insane.

He would keep glancing at the rifle in his hands while thinking of the little rat that is the root of all his mishaps. Oh, all the horrible things and pains he would inflict on him. Just thinking of the symphony of screams he was going to conduct once he gets his hands around the neck of the bastard was making him feel all giddy inside.

While being drunk on his depraved imagination, he heard something snap at his feet, staring below he noticed a small rope, now ripped,  hidden beneath leaves. Before he could process what happened the sound of wind whistling interrupted him as something tore through his unguarded left flank.

“KIEEEEEEEEEEE” the man released a high-pitched scream as his insides became mush. Instantly all his previous malicious thoughts evaporated into thin air as he stared at the object which found "refuge" inside of him, a  log the size of an arm was now poking through his midsection. If the man could somehow remove the wood piece, he would be able to observe that his liver and stomach have both gained a new hole, not that it would do him much knowing.

While staring at the bloody wound, he kept releasing mournful screams and wails for minutes on end as life was slowly but surely slipping away from him. In fact, the only reason he could last that long is due to the log still being embedded in him preventing most of the blood as well as his innards from falling out.

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Shortly after two more men were seen rustling through the same bushes, apparently all the screaming and wailing succeeded in leading his partners to reunite with him. They were dressed in a similar green combat vest with a black lion insignia encompassed by red stripes, black shirt and black pants obviously meant to help them camouflage in this treacherous environment.  Unfortunately, they arrived far too late as their comrade was now hung lifelessly in the air by the rope connecting the log, resembling a bloodied human piñata.

“What in the hells?!! What kind of animal would do this to another human being?! “yelled out the taller one of them with apparent grief and disbelief. With trembling footsteps he approached his former partner while the other was sitting back still  stunned.

 “Don’t worry old pal; I’ll make sure to make that devil pays for what he did to you.” With tears in his eyes, he promised softly to Jerry’s remains while trying to control the seething rage that has taken nest in his heart.

“Marius, come help me get the log out of Jerry, I can't stand to look at him like this.After we're finished, we must hurry and get back to Maher and rep-.“ Before he could finish his words, he heard a loud thud, startled he turned his head around only to see the one named Marius on the ground with a bloody hole in his skull still emitting smoke while in his place stood a young boy who had yet to experience his 17th winter. Despite that his small hands were holding a gun as steady and unflinching as a rock while his eyes stared unflinchingly at the final man giving the feeling that he will pull the trigger without the slightest hesitation. 

The man’s countenance turned pale, and instantly realization dawned upon the man not older than 30.Starting with them splitting up, Jerry falling into a trap and then following his scream has all been just a part of this boy’s plan. All the while they were sneering inside thinking that he would be an easy kill they were, in fact, playing on the back of his palm.

“The whole thing has been a set-up” muttered the man in shock to which the mastermind nodded and uttered an indifferent “correct” before pressing the trigger and ending the last man’s life.