Whitewater Gorge The Old Tale-Teller

He had watched the emotional goodbye from the distance cold eyes narrowing. Nothing but the words monster and sadistic going through his mind. Finally the girl speed away from the elder's body and disappeared and that was when he moved out. He made his way back toward the body and quickly formed a plan. "You want to know what a monster does?" He whispered before lunging at the dead man's throat.


After what seemed like hours to him of shredding and ripping and tugging he heard a sickening ripping noise and there was no longer any resistance. He had severed the head of the old male, leaving behind only a Gorey and bloody carcass. His eyes went dull as he stared at what he had done bending down and picking up the head. If he didn't go soon someone would be able to track him down. The thought made him panic for a moment before he took off back toward where he'd last seen the Nightstalker woman, praying he hadn't been gone for too long.