Time for a hunt tag to fine_young

[brotherhoodeirk]

 The chill of the night soaked into Erik's bones and stayed their. A lesser man would have been inside by now but Erik wasn't a normal man and the cold never bothered him. Besides he wanted to be here, he wanted to see Hannibal at work as much as he found the end result slightly disgusting. He might pick up from tricks from his friend and that would make the crouching and cold worth it.  

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[fine_young]

The man Erik has found for them apparently likes walking in the woods of an evening. This is not a good thing if you are on Hannibal's menu.

The unlucky Nazi soon finds himself being grabbed from behind, an arm around his neck to choke him. A casual voice is speaking in his ear. "Have you ever heard of a blood eagle? It was a Viking custom, a method of human sacrifice. They would pull your lungs out through your back like wings.

"A cruel fate, but kinder than the human sacrifices in the camps. Six million people turned to smoke in sacrifice to no god at all." Hannibal smiles slighty, then takes out a scalpel and starts cutting into the man's back. "I am going to change that. I dedicate this death to Loki, whose children were unwanted and cast out by all save him. Just as the Jews and the Rom and the homosexuals and the rest of the camp dead were unwanted by the good people of Germany."

[brotherhoodeirk]

Erik stalked out of the shadows and stood over the man like another avenging angel. Slowly he began picking the man's pocket with slight flicks of his fingers. "Did you know Hannibal that the blood has iron in it," he says conversationally as if the victim wasn't there, "I wonder what would happen if I were to drag it out of him drop by drop. Would it hurt?"

[fine_young]

"I'm sure it would hurt very much."

He smiles and turns back to the man. "Erik here cares very much about the camps. I care less about who you shot, who you watched die, what you did to innocents.

"I care about the last winter of the war. I care about what it feels like to be disappointed that the wolves got your parents corpses not because you wanted to bury them but because you wanted to eat them. I care about seeing your sister on the stove and hoping that the monsters who killed her save some for you." He's snarling now, his eyes red. "You let people starve, and that is the worst crime I know of. I've starved, and I am still so hungry . . ."

And he makes another cut, then sticks his hand into the wound. "I can feel your ribs. I'm going to break them in a second to reach the lungs. I think I'll remove them entirely, I haven't had rib steak in ages." And he starts to do exactly that.

[brotherhoodeirk]

Erik watches playing thoughtfully with the coins from the man's pocket. "He's not screaming much," he comments, "stubborn souls these bastards even when having their ribs ripped out they keep their mouths shut."

[fine_young]

"It's hard to scream when someone is rearranging your lungs." Hannibal shrugs. "He'll be dead soon, but that's alright. I got what I came for, and so did you."

He wraps the ribs in butcher paper with a casual air, as though they weren't torn from a writhing human being seconds before. Then he reaches back into the gaping hole and starts pulling on the lungs again.

[brotherhoodeirk]

"That was rather quick to be honest, I figured he would fight more than he did."

[fine_young]

"I am good at killing. And without a gun most humans are pathetic." He tugs the lungs back, kneading them flat as the unfortunate man twitches and dies.

[brotherhoodeirk]

Erik kneels down and finishes stripping the man's clothes of any valuable. He watches what Hannibal is doing and comments. "Tenderizing them?"

[fine_young]

"Not everything is about food, even for me." He smiles sadistically and starts pinning the lungs to the corpse's back like wings. "This is art. Making angels out of demons."

[brotherhoodeirk]

Erik grins with great pleasure. "Ah....lovely my friend, might I suggest rib bones for horns if you need an extra touch."

[fine_young]

"I think I'll make holes in his forehead, as though horns have been removed." And he does so, scraping the bone of the skull clean.

[brotherhoodeirk]

"Beautiful and fitting," Erik says with pleasure He takes a book out of his pocket and tucks it into the guard's pocket smiling.

[fine_young]

"Now I think I'll make him fly." And he takes rope out of his bag, then sets about hanging the corpse between two trees. "Not much of an angel if he can't fly, hmm?"

[brotherhoodeirk]

Erik nods and uses the metal in the guard's suit to steady the body for Hannibal. "I think someone is going to enjoy your little show."

[fine_young]

"I do hope so. Not much point to the show otherwise, is there?"

[brotherhoodeirk]

"Of course not but I will admit I had my doubts when I saw how alone we were," Erik, "who would wander by and see this wonder."

[fine_young]

"Someone is bound to come looking for him. Hopefully another Nazi."

[brotherhoodeirk]

"I spotted evidence of some sort of a camp back a few miles," Erik says with a smile, "perhaps a trail could be laid."

[fine_young]

"Can you do it with your power, so no one has a chance of seeing us?"

[brotherhoodeirk]

Erik closes his eyes and reaches out his hand. A moment later a group of small metal objects settles into the ground sparkling in the light. He opens his eyes again. "Something like that?"

[fine_young]

"That should work, yes."

[brotherhoodeirk]

"Good," Erik says, "are we going to wait for someone to come by or return to our own camp?"

[fine_young]

"I don't mind either way; it will be in the news before long."

[brotherhoodeirk]

"Then lets go get a drink and watch the news."

[fine_young]

"Yes, lets."

And off they go.