Shivering in anticipation I look over my small group of undead with the kind of smile you would expect from a serial killer about to finish his latest stalk. Sending them a command to search out the goblins that have been hunting me. Herd them together and trap them in this clearing. In seconds the have dispersed through the think bushes and trees spreading out in all directions.
I head up into the branches above to wait for my minions to complete their task and bring my quarry to me, while my first servant lays down in the stream the water just high enough to hide it as it lay in wait.
As I sit in waiting I am reminded of the first time I ever hunted in my previous life. It was the woods outside of Flagstaff Arizona, USA. Surrounded by the dense pine forest I waited for nearly 11 hours hidden about 15 feet up in the air sitting on a tree stand. I remember hearing the soft crunch of damp needles at my first buck made its way into the meadow I was watching over. It couldn't have been more that 150 meters out. I remember being tense, afraid to move to quickly lest it see or hear me and run away. I watched in utter stillness as the six pointer made its way cautiously to the small brook. I can still hear my heart thumping in my chest much like today, I know it can't heart the steady rapid pounding in my chest but I am still afraid that if I don't calm myself down it will hear the thumping of my beating heart. I took 3 long deep slow breaths before slowly raising my Savage arms 30-30 bolt action rifle. I have fired probably ten-thousand rounds through this rifle but this is the first time I have aimed with the intent to kill something. I remember the feel of the wood stock, the familiar feel of the worn smooth broken cheek rest. The deep breath that i release slowly until I hold my breathing at the lowest point. Lining up the perfect shot. The feel of the ribbed trigger as I slowly squeeze it. The expected shot still startles me as it cracks through the trees sending the round across the meadow in an instant. I feel the rush of adrenaline as I cycle the bolt ready to fire again if the first round fails to hit or fails to kill the creature before me. I recall the flushing release of impending panic as the buck leaps into the air and takes its last real step. The bullet penetrated the deer's heart and lung killing it before it takes that last leap.
As I lose myself in one of the few pleasant memories of my last life I nearly miss the sound of the first arriving goblin. It looks scared as it looks around the clearing. It is Gort, one of the guards who was always meanest to me. He is breathing heavily as if he has been running from something. The sight brings a toothy grin to my face, it makes my giddy to know that his last moments in this world are going to be filled with fear and agony. But I wait. I want him to relax and calm down. I want him to think he is safe.
I watch the relief wash over him as he sees that his pursuer has seemingly given up. I watch him for nearly another hour as he builds a small fire to warm himself before the second goblin crashes through the bushes. I nearly laugh out loud as Gort spins drawing his short rusty sword in a panic before realizing that it is one of the hunting party that broke the silence startling him.
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The third goblin enters before they even have a chance to greet each other. The both turn on her with a snarl getting braver now that there is two of them. stopping themselves just before attacking her.
I watch their heart felt greetings. Goblins are not really know for such things but after being chased through the forest by my minions they can't help but feel overjoyed to find each other once more. The scene before me if one of boisterous laughter as they rib and tease one another for the panicked looks and the loud yelps from before.
It isn't long before the final goblin makes its way into the clearing via the other side of the creek. Their small fire inviting her from a short distance with the promise of food and comradery.
Telling my minions to gather back in silence and surround the clearing I wait in silence. The female goblin nearly steps on my skelly as she makes her way across the creek towards the group. Luckily she missed and wasn't looking or she may have gotten spooked and warned the others to run away.
I watch them as they take rations from their small packs and make camp as I wait for my creatures to set the last part of the trap. I listen to them talk for awhile learning that the last of them is infact the mate or Gort. It's nearly too much for me to take that they have served up an even worse fate for themselves.
It takes a few hours for the last of my group to gather it would seem that a they had ranged quite far in their search. I can hardly contain my excitement as I continue to wait for the perfect moment to strike. The anticipation slowly gives way to boredom then anger. I start to wonder if these idiots will ever get thirsty or tire of talking, when finally Gort tells his mate Lusc to fetch water to make a stew from their rations.
Lusc is small for a goblin female standing just over .6 meters tall and weighing at most thirty-five to forty pounds. For a goblin she isn't horrible looking but I'm not here for that. Rape isnt really my thing though a part of my thinks it would be perfect to make Gort watch as I take his woman. Then I realize I haven't even hit puberty yet that plan will never really work anyways. I really hate that I had to start over as a child but it would seem that reincarnating into a full grown body would be asking too much of the system.
I listen to her hum a quiet tune as she take out the larger water skin and leans over to gather the water inside it. I watch from my perch in the trees as she finally sees the fait green glow of Skelly's eyes. I grin as the dawning of realization lights her face just before Skelly's sharp jagged fingers rip into her now bloody shredded snatch. I listen to her horrified screams of pain as she rips herself more jerking to pull away. Her green blood gushing from her crotch as she is grabbed by Gort and ripped away from the clutches of skelly. I can't contain it anymore as I laugh out loud at her pain and at the look of rage on Gort's ugly tusked face. The stench of blood, piss and shit permeating the once clean air as she loses control of her bowels and bladder simultaneously before passing out from the shock of her most intimate of parts being mutilated beyond repair.
The other two guards panic and make to leave as Skelly bursts forth from the now tainted dirty water his bones rattling serving to intensify their fear to heights they have never felt before. Only to stop short as the rest of my little horde suddenly step out of the surrounding trees snarling but they do not advance yet.
It is at this moment that I speak out, "You lot can run, but you will only die tired..." with a laugh full of malice I watch as they realize that it was all a setup by the little boy they had hoped to torture kill and eat.