Page 75 of Boys Who Hunt
What the … ?
There’s a bloody trail on the ground as well, and when I follow it, it leads into an alley. Two guys with knives stand in the dark with only a small flashlight to mark their prey. My eyes widen. “Heath?”
Both of them look at me like they’re seeing an uninvited guest.
“I thought you didn’t wanna come?” Heath asks.
Silas turns to him, lowering his knife. “You asked him to come?”
“Of course, I did,” Heath says.
“I thought he hated this kind of stuff,” Silas replies.
Oh shit. What do I tell them now?
I can’t say anything about Ivy being here too, or they’ll definitely want to know what she’s up to.
“Um … I finished reading the book and then decided I actually did want to come.”
“Why didn’t you just call me?” Heath asks as he pulls out his phone to check.
I shrug. “Forgot.”
“How did you know where we were?” Silas asks.
“I followed Heath,” I lie. “Right after you left the building.”
He grins as he lowers his phone. “Oh, well then, why didn’t you fucking say so?” He approaches me.
“Because I like to watch without people seeing me,” I say, laughing awkwardly.
Heath pats me on the shoulder. “Well, c’mon then, ogler.” He drags me along with him. “Here.” Heath plucks a mask from his bag and stuffs it into my hand. “Put this on and come join in on the fun.”
Ivy
I swiftly exitthe building and hop on my bike, getting the fuck out of here before that asshole decides to come after me because he’s got his money now. I race through the streets so I can get out of the industrial area as quickly as possible. This dimly lit neighborhood is no place to be at eleven o’clock at night, and I barely know this place. I can’t remember if I took a left or a right here, so I opt for a left instead, only to come to a dead end.
But something on the other end of the street makes me hit the brakes.
A man is lifted against the stone walls of a building, at least two feet off the ground, with four fucking knives stuck in his hands and feet. His screams echo across the street. Three men stand in front of him, two in all black, the other with a … pink unicorn shirt?
I blink twice to see if I’m getting this right.
The pink-shirt guy lifts a giant machete, and my jaw drops.
Inch by inch, he slowly cuts the man like he’s carving off pieces of flesh, draining him of his blood.
My eyes widen in shock.
Holy shit.
The man’s head turns sideways, and his eyes suddenly dart to me. “Please! Help me!”
I stand there, frozen to the ground for a split second, as the three masked men turn their heads like vultures, eyes sparkling with vicious murder on their minds.
One with black-tipped hair and icy green eyes, one with brown hair, and a third with longer brown hair in a bun and a piercing in his lip and brow.
Oh fuck.