H.E.L. RP : H.E.L RP

Narration

It didn't take them long to fall on the newbs. We barely had time to unhook the drop lines before the other inmates were there, kicking and beating on them with sticks and anything else they happened to have with them. Only two of them survived the 'initiation' into the group. And they grabbed up their water along with the rest of them, and then staggered off looking for shelter from the hot sun as the other inmates fought over who got what from the fresh corpses. When they were finally all gone the only thing that was left were naked bodies, left to dry out in the sun. The coyotes would be there soon, to pick the bones clean. Then tomorrow the inmates will come back to get the bones. Turn them into weapons and hunting gear. The only thing we provided them was water, seein's how there isn't any inside H.E.L. The rest they had to get on their own. No doubt Beast would be the first one there tomorrow morning. Getting the thigh bones, from the leftover skeletons. He was the first one they ditched in this place when they built it. He's been in there for 20 years now, over half his life. He was a 17 year old kid when they dropped him in there. Man, hate to know what kind of parents he had to have him turn out a serial killer and professional torturer. They're all gone now. Time to head back to the warden's office.

Derek "The Beast" Williams

He sat there and watched as the inmates beat down, and robbed the new detainees. He had stopped joining in on such activities a while back. He would get his water later. Tonight, after the sun set, he would go into another inmate's sleeping place, kill them, and take thier supplies. Thats how he did things now. He couldn't help but think of the other inmates as being no better then those coyotes. Nothing but scavengers. He, on the other hand, was a true predator. He watched, calculated, then took down his prey with keen precision.

His finger trailed down the scar that ran down the right side of his face as he thought about the coyotes, starting just above the eyebrow, and ending an inch or so above his jawline. The result of a run in with the coyotes late one night during his first few months here. Those animals soon learned to steer clear of him, just as these few new inmates would learn it too. Because of this, it was easy for him to be the first one to get dibs on the leftovers. Sometimes, he didn't even wait for the coyotes to be gone. Thats how much they were scared of him. Plus, what else was there to eat around here? Coyote was as good as anything else, and it sure as hell was better then eating lizard all the time.

Derek turned away from the inmates as they finished thier plundering, and went back to the cave that he called "home". He found it after sleeping in the middle of the dirt floor for almost a week. It wasn't as spacious as it was now. He moved alot of rock out of there to make it as it is today. The excess rocks were put to good use as well. He had made a stone wall that surrounded most of the cave's entrance. He even found enough wood to build a gate. Back then, he had lots of time to do stuff like that. Plus it wasn't like he was ever gonna live anywhere else. He had been sentenced to this prison for 20 life terms, without the possibility for parole, so this was his home now. He just chose to keep it how he wanted it to be.

Now, unbeknownst to the rest of the inhabitants of this death trap, he had found a small water source. It was enough for him to was his clothes, and even bathe regularly. The water he took from the other inmates was strickly for drinking purposes. I mean, why would he want to drink his bath water?

Once he got inside his home, he curled up under the blanket he had made from fur and dozed off. It was starting to get colder at night, due to it being almost winter. Thats the way it worked here in the desert. Hot as hell during the day, and cold as shit at night. You'd think he be used to the fucking weather changes by now, but the winter always had a way of sneaking up on him.

So, for now it was dreams of naked women that he'd never touch, and later he would go about his daily routines......

*The Butcher*

Yes, that is what they called him. For he constantly 'butchered his victims' until they were undisinquishable to the human eye. So noone ever knew if they were male or female. It was as if he loved being a surgeon on anything that moved. Most of the parts that were not liqufied, were consumed, and always raw. He could not understand why anyone bothered to cook, it took too much time. He liked to do things very quickly, but he was particular about details. If a left foot was broken, he first fixed it by snapping the joints into place, then taking them apart for closer inspection. For the majority of his crimes, noone was ever able to catch him. He disposed of the victim in various ways. They tended to be part of the mood that he was in at the time. A man of 6 ft. And truely muscular built, therefore he was able to get out of many situations. His hair black as coal, with a soul to match. When you look into his, you could swear it was a black hole, the point of no return. Many knew not to challenge him, especially if they wanted to live.Noone ever knew if he even had a family at one time, if so, they could have been a victim of his poor demented soul. He was a private person, not really wanting to know, but always listening, just in case it came in handy.
He never liked the police force. Always to good for his opinion. But seeing police women walking on their patrols, he knew that his time would come, and it did, after one night late, he followed one home, eager to make his move on her she panicked. Soon he was slicing her skin off like an animal. With a satisfied smile, he took the pussy lips, fried them in the microwave, then strung them around his neck in a leathery necklace. "She was a fine pussy", he remarked. But he was finally caught, and since solitary could not do anything with him, he was transfered to the famous desert prison.
This is were he was totally dropped from the sky-helicopter. With so many wild inmates scrambling for fresh meat, he spotted one that had a knife made out of a large bone. Grabbing the knife, he started to slice away. He had gored several before they accually stopped. Backing up they were aware of the fierce being that challenged them. They decided to go on the fresh bleeding corpse, taking everything that they could carry. He spotted a cave of sorts, feeling someone watching him. It was not a challenge, but an accual scrutiny, as if sizing up a prey. This interested the butcher, for this was the same way that he sized up a next victim. Whoever this may be, might have answers to his questions. No, he didn't have many, but he was curious as to the origin of this realm. This was undoubtly the leader, and probably one that others most feared. With his usual stride, he decided to encounter this one very cautiously.....

The Beast

He hadn't been laying there with his eyes closed for very long when he heard Veronica's almost shrill "Hiya". He tried to squeeze his eyes shut tighter, hoping that she might go away and not be there when he opened his eyes.

For the last two years she had been following him around like a lost puppy dog. Everywhere he went she was right there behind him, usually asking him a bunch of annoying questions. Why he has tolerated her for as long as he has is a mystery even to himself.

He had come to her rescue the day she was dropped in this shit hole. They dropped her scrawny ass in here along with the other bigger inmates. She never had a chance at survival. He had been watching as he usually did when he saw them swarm on her. Normally he would have just sat there and watched as they tore her apart, but something in her cries for help got to him.

He ran into the group swinging. His fists found thier marks breaking the jawbones, and fattening eyes. A couple even lost a few teeth because of it. He tossed them away from her. When the inmates realized what was going on they all backed away from the girl, and Derek. Each of them had learned at one point or another why he was called the Beast. He was more or less like a wild animal, and he showed them that he was claiming his territory. He had looked down at the girl once everyone had backed away. He even reached his hand out to help her up from the ground.

Her clothes had been ripped. Her shirt was hanging partially open, showing her small yet rounded breasts. Once she had gotten to her feet he fixed her shirt as best he could so that she was somewhat covered, and then he walked away from her. That was when she began to follow him everywhere. She started to come to his cave and wash his clothes, sew the articles that may have gotten ripped, or just outright make him new ones. If he brought in fresh meat from killing a coyote, she would cook it for him. His cave he called "home" was most likely the cleanest place in history in any prison atmosphere because she would spend hours cleaning it. She even had a knack for making soap, which to him was a bonus since he liked to bathe. She was a regular Martha Stewart.

He finally decided to open his eyes, and when he did her face was about 6 inches from his. He groaned and rolled over on his side facing the wall. His voice was kinda raspy.

"What do YOU want? Why don't you just leave me be?"

She started to answer him, but his hand came up and covered mouth and he made a shooshing noise. He heard someone coming. They weren't really close to his cave yet, but he could hear thier footsteps on the loose rocks as they approached. Slowly he reached under his pillow and pulled out on of his bone knives. His hand gripped it tightly, and when the shadowed figure stepped into his doorway, Derek's voice came out.

"Get out."

His words were followed instantly with the bone knife zipping through the air and imbedding into the rock of the cave, only inches from the person's face. That was followed instantly by his words again.

"Now."

Veronica

She saw Derek walk into the cave and scrambled out of her own little hole and down the side of the canyons wall. She squatted down in the caves entrance for a moment waiting and she scuttled forward hunched over until she was less than a foot away. He was lying down and she couldn't tell if he was asleep already or awake. She leaned forward and let out a quick "Hiya". When she got no response she leaned forward closer and all of a sudden he rolled to look at her causing her to jump slightly in surprise.

"What do YOU want? Why don't you just leave me be?"

A hurt look crossed her face and she opened her mouth to apologize when he suddenly clapped his hand over her mouth and motioned her to be silent. A shadow crossed the caves entrance and her eyes widened in terror. Derek spoke to the shadow and then his knife left his hand and embedded itself into the stone wall. A mumbled shreak sounded from her throat and she crawled away from them on all fours towards the back of the cave. She sat against the wall her eyes closed and her arms over her head whispering to herself. She didn't see the shadow hurry away, or Derek get up off his bed and walk toward her. He reached out grabbing her arm and hauled her roughly to her feet. She opened her mouth to scream but it was cut off when she saw it was him. As he dragged her toward the opening of the cave she gave faint protests and he pushed her out.

"Go someplace else! I want to take a nap."

He went back into the cave while she stood there in the sun. She glanced around with a lost look on her face and her arms came up to her chest as though she were trying to hide the fact that she had breasts. Hunched over she walked off hurriedly, her eyes darting back and forth, a frightened look on her face every time someone walked too close to her. Finally she reached a group of female inmates who were sitting around either just chatting or doing womenly things like sewing and making other things. She stood at the edge of the gathering and smiled nervously, waiting for one of them to accept her. Instead they all just looked at her with mild disdain and continued doing whatever it was they were doing. Looking back down at the ground Veronica walked off again trying to find someplace that she could fit in.

Veronica

About an hour after she'd left she was back again, hunched so far over so far she was practically crawling on her hands and knees. She plastered her back against the wall of the cave farthest away from Beast and slowly inched her way back towards the bath. She reached her hands into the water and got them wet. She lathered up and got the dirt and grit off her hands and out from under her fingernails. Her hands had to be clean or else Derek wouldn't let her cook his supper at night. She was so engrossed with her task that she didn't hear him coming up behind her.

Derek

After they both finally wnet away, he laid down and drifted off to sleep again. He didn't know how long it was since they had gone, but he wasn't asleep for very long. He kept tossing and turning. He could tell that someone was inside his domecile. His eyes shot open and he searched the corners of the cave. He saw Veronica there washing her hands. He was at least thankful that she respected most of his quirks, but he couldn't understand why she kept following him. It wasn't like he was nice to her or anything. Slowly he pushed off the covers and stood up. He stretched quickly and walked up behind her. She apparently didn't see him because she didn't turn around when he stopped behind her. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her.

"What are you doing?"

Veronica

She'd nearly dropped the soap when Derek questioned what she was doing. She'd turned around to answer him and nearly fainted when she saw the man standing behind him. As he spoke she cringed away from them and when he stated that she wasn't his type she made the sign of the cross over her chest and whispered a prayer of thanks. She gripped the soap so tightly that it deformed in her hands and suds squirted out between her fingers, splashing on the floor and creating a mess that she would undoubtedly clean later. If I'm alive, she thought. As Derek turned to face the intruder she hid behind him, peeking through the small space between his arm and his side.

Derek

Derek turned around and looked at the stranger as they spoke. When Veronica hid behind him he normally would have been irritated, but this day someone else besides her was getting on his nerves. Slowly he walked over and stood right against the stranger. He wasn't much taller then Derek, so they were almost nose to nose. Derek was mad now. His hands balled into fists, and his right one came up as an uppercut, catching the stranger under the chin, and sending him back out of the cave. Derek stood in the entranceway.

"No, usually I kill intruders into my living space. Now go away."

Derek turned around and went back inside. He looked at Veronica and went to lay back down. He turned his head on his pillow and saw her looking at him with the most pitiful look he has seen from her yet. Why did he let her hang around he thought. He sighed and slid over on the bed and pulled back part of the covers, patting the spot next to him for her to come lay in....

Veronica



She was straightening up the sleeping furs when her ears picked up the sounds. Screams coming from down below. Her head turned slightly towards the fire and her eyeballs jammed themselves to the side as far as they could. She was trying to look at Derek. Without being obvious about it. Seeing that he was undisturbed by the comotion she put the furs down and walked to the cave entrance. To peak over the wall she had to stand up straight, and she did. One of the few times she ever stood at her full height. Not that 5' was all that much. She still couldn't see what was going on so she grabbed a hold of the top of the wall and pulled herself up onto her tippy toes, straining to see. She could almost see .... him. The one that had been in the cave earlier. He was holding something in his hand and there were bodies everywhere. She let go of the walls edge and slowly slid back down turning around, unaware that Derek had been watching her the whole time. "He killed people."

Delilah

She sat hunkered down and unseen near the opening of Beasts lair. She'd been spying on Derek as he ate his supper, but once Veronica appeared to see about the spectacle down below, Delilah silently backed away. She'd almost made it to the other side of the fence when she heard Veronica say that he'd killed people. Who had killed people, she thought. Once she had her back to the fence she took her attention off of Veronica and stared down at the man proudly waving his knife and saying the corpses were in alphabetical order.
"WoW.... a man with a brain."
Delilah made her way down to Butch and stood before him, her arms crossed over her chest in a way that pushed up her breasts, her hip jutted out sexily and there was a purr in her voice.
"And just who might you be?"

Derek looked down at Veronica as she stated the obvious. His voce was level and kind of cold.

"Thanks for the information."

Derek turned and walked back into his home and pulled the bone knife from the wall. This guy had only been here a hanful of hours and had already gotten on Derek's bad side. He apparently hadn't firgured it out yet that he was called the beast for a reason. Derek walked back out and past Veronica. He looked at her as he passed by. He saw the butcher talking to Delilah. Derek had contemplated on waiting to see if he would kill her, but Derek figured he would have a heart for once. His arm realed back and he fired the knife forward. The blade buried itself deep into the back of the butcher's neck, causing him to drop to his knees, and then face down on the ground. Derek walked up slowly and yanked the knife out. The butcher's blood stained the dirt and Derek gripped the butcher by the hair. With a quick swipe, he severed the butcher's head and stood. His eyes went to Delilah, and he gave her a semi- dirty look before turning and walking away. When he got to the stone fence he jammed the butcher's head down onto a sharp end of a stick as a warning and reminder to all the other inmates that he was indeed the big dog in this yard. He slowly made his way back to the entrance to his cave and stopped long enough to look at Veronica. He tossed the blood covered knife at her.

"Clean that off, then get some sleep."

Derek went inside and cleaned off his hands. Once he dried them he climbed back into his bed and faced the wall. He closed his eyes and waited to drift off to sleep.....

Veronica

Veronica contemplated just tossing the knife, but decided against it. Cautiously, as though it were contaminated, she picked up the knife between her finger and thumb, and took it inside to clean it. Setting the blade aside to dry she quickly cleaned up the remnants of Derek's supper and then went back to peak at the Butchers body. Inmates had already stripped it bare. And two of the other men were fighting over the blood soaked shirt. Veronica swallowed back the bile rising in her throat and she turned her head to look back where Derek was dozing and bit her lip.

Delilah

Delilah watched as the Butcher fell foward, with Beasts knife sticking out of the back of his neck. She watched as Derek walked towards them, edging backwards as he came closer and closer. As he bent over and lopped of the head she admired his ass, but as he stood and shot a look at her she paled. As he impaled the head on the stake she flinched, as though it were her own throat now attached to the stick. Seeing Veronica at the wall Delilah glared at her venomously before turning, her hair flaring out behind her. Two of the other inmates were arguing heatedly over the Butcher's blood stained shirt. Delilah walked past the two of them, looking for somebody to fuck, and possibly a place to sleep tonight.

Jenna

Jenna laughed musically as she tortured a passing rat. Driving a stick through it's tail, pining it to the ground. She almost fell over laughing as the rat began to chew at it's flesh to break free. It almost got away, but she wasn't done yet. She picked up some gravel and began throwing it at the rat, piece by piece. Eventaully, it seemed to give up and curled up in a ball, "Oh come on now, you're the best fun I've had since I got here." She picked up a large pebble and threw it at the animal. It didn't move. She pulled the stick out of the ground and poked the creature with it. It was dead. She gave it a half assed poke and decided to make a fire. Jenna had found two bits of flint earlier that day and had fought hard with another inmate to keep them. "That sly sod thought he could get the better of me." She looked over with a grin to the corner of the cave, seeing a man, heavy set with big brown eyes. His hands and feet were tired tightly behind his back with his own clothing, leaving him naked and vunerable. A large bump surrounded by an even larger bruise protruded from his left temple. "Not so bright now, are you?" The man seemed to shiver as she approached him. She laughed as he tried to slag her off, "You dumb cow, just wait til i get this shit off me, then you'll know what a beatin really is." She laughed musically as she kicked him hard in the ribs. Her mouth watered as she heard the snap of his ribs breaking. Several kicks later, the man was unconcious and she went about making her fire. It wasn't long before the poor rat was roasting and sizzling quite nicely. It would have to do until dusk when she could catch something a little bigger.

Jenna

She had been watching Noname for several days. He was quite good looking, for an Itie (I-Tie) anyways. He was always passing her small rodents, mostly rats, the occaisional rabbit. She even shared some of her bigger prey with him, much to his gratitude of course. She wouldn't have minded so much if that slut Delilah wasn't always following him around, she fancied him for herself. The thought of making him beg for mercy made her mouth water. "Oh the things I could do with you boy." She was on the prowl one night, chasing after a coyote for the last 3 hours. She sat quietly, her sling dangling gently from her neck and waited. Suddenly, she caught sight of a man creeping slowly through the bushes about 100 yards away. She sighed, sort of knowing who it might be and moved away. "You're scaring my dinner away, you stupid Itie!" She knew that there would be nothing now until the rats came out at dawn.

Jenna felt a pang of guilt as he dropped the meat in front of her and left. 'Mmmmmmm, wolf meat, nice.' Suddenly, she jumped up, slung the meat over her shoulder and ran after him, "Hey! Wait!" She had caught up with him in seconds. As he stopped and faced her, she saw how lonely he was. "Ok Itie, you can kip in my cave tonight, you've earned it." Was she going soft? Perhaps, but she did like him. Perhaps it was his dark eyes, perhaps she felt as lonely in here as he did. "What have you done with the skins Itie? I could do with the furs, no doubt you'd like a bed too." She smiled weakly to him as he smiled to her and they hurried back to her cave. She watched as Delilah sculked about outside Beast's cave, no doubt waiting to scare his little toy if she peered out. Jenna laughed slightly. "Hey! Delilah, you're flogging a dead horse love. He don't get bored that quick." She scowled at Jenna with utter hatred and swanned off to bother someone else. As they walked past his cave, she smiled to the rotting head at the gate. "Hey Butch, hows it hanging?"

A few minutes later, Jenna was slicing up the meat and sharing it with Noname. He had retrieved the furs somehow and she would work on them later. She wanted a new pair of boots. A few bits, she would make a rough bed for Nonmae and the rest, she would add to her own. She noticed a few shadows creep around the opening to the cave as people smelled the cooking meat and saw the furs. One of them dared to put a hand in, quite a thick hand. He got the shock of his life as Jenna grabbed her sling and shot a stone through the flesh, leaving a perfect hole in his palm. She looked at Noname and smiled. He looked like he had just been slapped with a wet fish.

Jenna laughed musically. "Of course I de-flee it first Itie, d'ya think me daft?!" She laughed again as she stuffed some of the meat in her mouth and chewed heavily. A faint shadow passed across the front of the cave as the palmed bastard crept passed. Then the shadow returned and a scrawny looking face peered in. "Share?" it said sheepishly. Jenna made another grab for her sling and took aim. "What do you think asshole?" Noname was starting to look even more like a wet fish as he backed away from the fire and made a grab for the furs. Jenna closed her aim and shot a pebble passed the asshole's ear. He soon scuttled away again and Jenna returned her attention to dinner. She smiled to Noname as he seemed to shiver and shoved another bit of meat into his mouth. "You always on edge Itie when you're around me, why?"

Jenna almost chocked on her meat as Noname said he liked her. Well, she knew he liked her a little, otherwise, he wouldn't be hanging around her, but she didn't know that much. His comment about not wanting a hole in his head made her smile a little, but this caught her off guard, she hated that, but she couldn't stop what she said either, "I like you too Itie, you're cute." Now she knew she was going soft. She shovelled another chunk of meat into her mouth to stop her saying anything else. She had never shown weakness before and she certainly couldn't show it in here. The twisted bastards in here would jump her for sure and no doubt the Beast would have a laugh at her too. Suddenly, she swallowed her pride and sat next to him. "Now then Itie, what do you think we should do with these furs?" She couldn't believe it, now she was flirting with him! Secretly, she started hoping he'd say they could share the bed. It had been so long since she got laid...................

Jenna felt a little pissed that he turned away from her. She had to move so close to hear what he was saying that she practically had to sit on him already. Now that he had turned away, she had to get even closer. She was almost drooling at his growing cock and she ached to have him rape her. She could barely contain herself as he gave her the perfect view, but his words made snese. The others would tear them apart if they knew what she and the Itie were up to. Hell, it would be an invite to rob the cave and the guy with the holy palm would slice her throat if he had the chance. Slowly, she reached over his shoulder and whispered in his ear. "You got a deal Itie." She grinned seductively and kissed his shoulder. His whole body jumped under her lips and she laughed, taking a large bite out of her meat and shoving the rest in his mouth. He grinned at her and laughed a little too.......

It was all she could do to stop herself from screaming as he rammed into her ass. The matted hair of the furs chocked her, but she was loving this. Then he flipped her over and ate her. Boy did he eat her good. She clung onto him for dear life as he then fucked her, biting her lips so hard, she couldn't scream, but how she wanted to. Jenna began to feel herself falling unconcious as Noname used her. Her stifled moans became mere heavy breathing until it hit her. Her blood roared with fire and passionas she came. He came with her, all the better. A final lift with her hips ensured maximum feeling, she knew her stuff and it seemed, so did he. All too soon, it was over and he dropped on her like a sack of rice, gasping for air that didn't seem to exsist. Jenna felt herself erupt in uncontrolable laughter and suddenly flipped him on his back, keeping him deep inside her. Noname started to look a little worried as she lifted him up to a sitting position and wrapped her legs tight around her back. Her laughter was rudely interupted as he pressed his hand over her mouth. She stopped and glared at him, but not for long. He looked genuinly worried that they may be caught. "Stop your fretting Itie." Without warning she released him and stood up, looking down at her legs. His cum was gently dribbling down her thighs as she sauntered over to a large wooden bowl filled with water and cleaned herself out, making sure he had a good view of what he just fucked. She didn't get far in cleaning herself when Noname pushed her to the wall and bit her shoulder. The cave wall dug deeply into her back as he lifted her clear off the ground, her legs resting on his arms. She felt his huge cock enter her again hard and rough. He kissed and bit her neck hard, almost drawing blood. She could barely stifle another scream as he fucked her hard and fast against the wall. She could feel the stone carving up her back and shoulders. He released one of her legs and put his hand over her mouth as she began to lose control and cry out, but didn't stop the onslaught. He smiled as he looked down and watched himself fuck her. He saw his cock become bloodied, a mixture of her cum and fresh blood and smiled even wider. Impressed with his work, he dug even deeper, breaking her wide open. His hand moved from her mouth to her throat restricting her breathing. She liked this, no, she was loving this. Suddenly she came again, coating his cock and balls, driving him on. He became more even more agressive as he came again, pushing her hard into the wall. He grunted only once, the only sound he made the whole time. Then he released her, lettting her fall to the dirt as he stumbled away and landed heavily on the furs. He was finished. Jenna, herself could barely crawl to the furs before falling on her side. She felt Noname crawl behind her and his arm reach over her hip and around her belly. "Thanks Itie, just what I needed.".............

Derek woke as he did every night new inmates were dropped in. He would go and gather what he needed, and it ensured that there would be plenty of coyotes to be killed for the rest of the weeks dinner. He slowly got out of the bed and looked to make sure that Veronica was still asleep. He knew how antsy she was. He also knew that she would be wide awake when he got back. He grabbed his bow, and quiver. Which was always filled with arrows. He had even come across a plant that grew, that was poisonous to humans. He had ground the plant up into a paste and tipped some of his arrows with it. He tried to make as little noise as possible as he was getting ready. Otherwise Veronica would follow him around and scare away the animals. He made his way from the cave and found the things he wanted from the butcher's body, and then proceeded to hunt. He had heard the commotion coming from Jenna's cave. He figured she was in there playing with herself like she did every other night. He saw his target and drew an arrow from the quiver. The only sound indicating that he did anything was the thwip of the bow string as he released it. The arrow found its mark and the coyote fell to the ground. It was dead before its head hit the dirt. Derek was that damned good with weapons of every sort. He had to be in his line of work. He was the best hitter there was in the world, and he had been international before he got caught. Of course, the press and police never got his numbers right. There were many deaths that he caused that were acredited to other people. He didn't care really. He got paid anyway. He went over and grabbed the coyote by its hind legs and began dragging it towards his domecile. He stopped for a second as he saw the new inmate with Jenna. He watched them for a second and stalked quietly towards the cave. When they both were on the bed of furs Derek spoke.

"You know, a door would be a good investment for you."

He saw Jenna's hands move quick and he heard the thwap of her sling shot. The only difference is, Derek caught the projectile without so much as a grunt. The newer inmate jumped up from the bed and just as fast there was an arrow tip pointed at his throat.

"Now, now, now, you wouldn't want me to ruin the rest of your night now do you?"

Noname backed away slowly and Derek lowered the arrow.

"Now would be a good time for you to go and get what you can from the butcher's body, as well as from the few others that are out there. None of the inmates will be out there until dawn. Good time to stock up on your meat supply, that is assuming you'll be able to walk."

Derek turned to leave and looked back over his shoulder. He tossed the rock up into the air and caught it again before he looked at it, and tossed it back into the cave.

"Good shot."

With that he left and drug the coyote back towards his cave. He would go and find more later. No doubt this one would be skinned and cleaned by Veronica by the time he got back. She was always good about that much he thought......

Jenna scowled at the Beast as she made a grab for her sling and shot a stone right at him.
"You know, a door would be a good investment for you."

He caught the stone like it was a casual throw. This made her even more angry. She was fuming by the time he aimed an arrow at her new toy. She knew he was the best shot in this shit hole, but she wasn't far behind him. Then, she was almost in shock as he told her about the newbies that had been dropped, she hadn't even noticed, but then, she had been a little distracted. As the Beast looked back over his shoulder, she fancied taking another shot, she wouldn't miss a second time, but his compliment caught her off guard a little. A compliment from that animal? "Cherish it girl, you won't get another from that thing." She said to herself. She then turned to Noname, "Don't be such a wimp Itie, you heard the man, get your ass in gear and give me a hand!" Quickly, she pulled her clothes on and raced out to the hole, grabbing her sling, just in case. Noname was in hot pursuit as she came to a dead stop over the newbies and grabbed everything in sigh that she could carry. Looking over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse at Veronica as the Beast entered 'his lair', half dressed and dozy as hell. Nothing new there then. She pointed out a load of things to Noname and he made a grab for them. A few shadows began to sculk about so she waved a hand to Noname and started back to her cave. Passing the Beast's hovel, she felt her anger again at his intrusion. "One day Beast, you won't be the only top dog in this yard. Just you wait." She snorted under her breath, "I'll give you 'good shot'. Right up your fucking ass." She looked over her shoulder to see Noname looking decidedly frightened. Just in case, she loaded what she had on him and tensed her sling. Looking over the gate and to the cave, she saw a shadow moving. It was too small to be his, it must have been Veronica and it didn't stop or move in any other direction so Jenna hadn't been heard. Not that time at least. She wasn't ready to take him on just yet. She needed more time, besides Butch had crossed him without a plan and look what happened to him. His head sat proudly outside the Beast's gate, a warning and she heeded it well. At least for the time being anyways. She loosened the tension on her sling and carried on walking back to her cave........

Jenna could barely stifle her laughter at Noname's words and quickly made a run for the cave to let it rip. She was on her knees in fits of laughter by the time Noname made it there. "You know why he wants us to put a door up don't you Itie? He's jealous coz he aint gettin' any with that toy of his. She's too bloody prissy. I bet he hasn't laid her yet at all!" She watched as he began to laugh, it was the first proper laugh she had heard from him yet. "Well, if you want to put a door up, you can. Just make it a bloody good one and show him up, big time." She laughed again as she started cutting up the meat with a small bone knife. When that was done, she crouched in one corner of the cave and got some kindling wood and started to make a fire. With a small pyramid of sticks set up above the rising flames, she skewered some of the meat and cooked it. What they had gathered would last them at least a few days, but she didn't mind much, she had been watching a pack of wolves hunting on the other side of the hill. She gathered that there must be something worth eating if they were on the hunt. Just then, an idea came to her and she threw the small knife to Noname. "Got an idea Itie, one of those newbies outside has still got his legs. The Beast hasn't taken them yet. We could do with a bigger knife if you're up for it and the flesh, we can use for bait. I've seen a pack of wolves hunting just north of here, over the hill." For the third time in his exsistance in this place, he looked like he had been slapped with a wet fish..............

Veronica

Her eyes popped open as she heard Derek's voice. She rolled to her side, just to be sure, checking to see if he was still beside her. He wasn't. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and pulled her shirt on, covering her nakedness. She'd always slept naked. Cory had insisted on it. He'd loved her beautiful body, and the fact that she'd given birth twice wasn't apparent. She had a few faint stretch marks around her belly button, but even they were hard to see, unless you were actually looking for them. She toddled sleepily toward the mouth of the cave as Derek entered it. She pushed her tousled locks out of her face and glanced miserably at the dead animal he dragged behind him. She'd always hated this part. Skinning the poor creature, then cutting it up. But she did it anyways. And as quickly as possible. Get it over and done with and then she'd probably make him a new pair of moccasins with the hide. And maybe a new pair of pants. Nothing else needed replacing. She padded to the back of the cave barefoot and unrolled an unusually large hide. She dragged the carcass onto it and grabbing up a knife, started the grisly task of gutting the coyote, and then carefully slicing off it's skins. Carefully she cut off it's nails and set them aside for later. She'd clean them, thoroughly, and then attach them to a small paddle shaped piece of wood she'd carved up. It was an odd sort of hairbrush, but it worked well. As she started slicing the meat off the bones, Derek left to get another coyote or two. And she knew that she'd been hunched over carcasses for the rest of the morning. Then her afternoon would be spent drying the meat so it wouldn't spoil and go rancid. Briefly her mind went back to what she'd heard Jenna and Itie talking about. They thought that she hadn't heard them. But she did. She debated telling Derek about it, but decided against it for the time being. She'd tell him later. When he wasn't so busy. This was important information. The need to know kind of information. Her mind went back to what she was doing and slowly the sun rose higher in the sky.

Guard

The chopper blades whirred loudly as we flew over H.E.L. I was still in shock, thats for sure. We'd never pulled an inmate out of there before. And what the hell was this newswoman thinking about? Wanting to interview the Beast. Was she crazy? When the warden gave the order that morning I'd just stared at him blankly. Took me a minute to realise who Derek Williams was. But once it sunk in Warden Hillyard cackled maliciously at the look of disbelief on my face. But apparently he wasn't joking. Cause here I sit, with 7 other heavily armed guys, goin' into H.E.L to pull out one Derek Williams, aka Beast. It wasn't gonna be an easy pull either. First we had to find him. Then we had to convince him to come out. And the warden didn't care how we did it either. Our instructions were to bring him back in any condition, as long as he wasn't dead and he could talk. Other than that, he was fair game. Looking back at the rest of the outfit I raised my hand for their attention and shouted out. "MAKE READY!" Clips were slipped into their guns and rounds were chambered. We all had the latest in automatic weaponry. But for some reason, I didn't think that all of us would make it back out alive. The chopper went into a hover and ropes were tossed out the side. We scaled down to the ground and crouched, our laser lights on and searching for the target. Slowly we creeped forward, and the hunt was on .... for the Beast.

The sound of the chopper was deafening as it hovered over the mouth of HELL. Jenna watched from the safety of the cave as rope and guards appeared. They were kitted out in fine form as they crouched down low and shot their lazer sights around in the darkness. She had no idea why they would be in here. She suddenly thought of Noname, he was still out there somewhere making that bloody door. If they came across him, they would probably put a bullet in his brain. What use would he be then? Quickly, she scurried out of the side of the cave's entrance and ran as fast as she could to where she had last seen him. One of the lazers shot right past her and stopped. "STOP!" She froze to the spot. Cold metal pressed into her bare back. "Turn around." She obeyed. A bright light shone directly into her face, "Hey, take it easy will ya? I can't see." She lifted her hands to her face to try and block out the light. The asshole that was shining it in her face laughed a little. "This one's of no consequence." With that, the light was gone and she stumbled slightly, staring at invisible spots on her eyelids. She decided she would make an aquaintance with that particular asshole soon and carried on looking for Noname.......................

Derek wasn't out in the woods for too long when the sounds of a helo approaching resonated off the prison walls. He knew it was too late at night for them to be dropping off new inmates, so he made his way to the edge of the clearing. He watched as the chopper hoveredand dropped repelling ropes to the ground. To his surprise armed guards slid down the ropes. Flashlights flicked on and began sweeping the area. Undoubtedly looking for someone. Quickly he made his way back to his cave. Veronica looked at him questioningly as he gathered up his home made weapons. He grabbed as many arrows he could fit in his quiver, and his small throwing knives. Then he grabbed the large hunting knife he sharpened each day. He slid it into a sheath on his hip. He could feel Veronica looking at him, so he turned to face her.

"Hide. Now."

Her confused look told him that she had no clue what he was talking about. He stepped over to her, lifted her up by her arms, and then drug her towards the cave's entrance. He pointed out at the roaming lights.

"Those are armed guards. If you wanna live, I suggest you hide."

He let go of her and looked at her as he stepped out of the entrance.

"Veronica, I mean it. Stay hidden until I come back and get you."

She moved to the entrance and looked up at him.

"What are you going to do Derek?"

He looked behind him at the lights and then back at her.

"What I do best."

He slung the bow over his shoulder and ran from her sight. He knew she had a few good hiding places. Lord knows when she pissed him off he couldn't find her anywhere. Derek took count of the lights. 8 of them. He almost felt insulted that they would only send in 8 measly guards. Once he reached the cover of the woods he took the bow from his shoulder and pulled an arrow from the quiver. The wood of the bow creaked as he drew back on the string. He carefully aimed and released the arrow. It found its mark and a guard grunted as the arrow buried itself into his throat. The remaining guards turned and started shooting. Bullets zipped past Derek as he ran to another spot. He thought he had heard one of them shout out that they had found the beast followed by a staticy voice from a radio. So they were looking for him. What else was new. The authorities were always looking for him. The guards got closer to where Derek was now sitting. He drew another arrow out and pulled the string back as far as he could. He sat crouched for a moment and took adeep breath, holding it. He quickly stood up and turned. He took all of a split part of a second to take aim and let the string fly forward. The arrow his a guard in the chest dropping him to the ground. That brought more gunfire. Derek ran again, this time the bullets flew by him closer then before. He made his way through the trees and over to the first guard he killed. Derek stripped him of his guns and extra clips. He slung the bow back over his shoulder and changed clips in the guns, chambering the rounds. He was now behind the guards without them even knoing it. He slowly and quietly went over to the second guard and stripped him of his guns and ammo. Derek let out a roar and ran forward with the guns pointed in front of him. He began to fire as he ran. Bullet after bullet ripped through the trees. when it was all over he had killed 7 of the guards. He spotted the 8th one running back towards the clearing. He was screaming over the radio for back up. Derek reloaded and walked towards the guard. He stopped only to look around as the sound of another helo could be heard........

Veronica

Veronica sat straight up from a sound sleep, wide awake now. Her ear twitched and she turned her head just as Derek ran into the cave. He offered no explaination as to what was going on and all she could do was stare at him dumbfounded. He said something to her, but for once her befuddled brain refused to hear what he was saying. He picked her up by her arms and dragged her to the mouth of the cave, where he pointed out the moving lights. Guards? In H.E.L?

"Veronica, I mean it. Stay hidden until I come back and get you."
"What are you going to do Derek?"
"What I do best."

Derek ran off into the darkness and Veronica turned and grabbed her clothes. She pulled them on quickly and snatched up the small knife that Derek kept hidden under his pillow. She stuffed it into the waistband of her shorts and slowly inched out of the cave. The lights were dangerously close now. All of a sudden, one of the guards fell and the rest of them started shooting into the trees. It was all Veronica could do not to start screaming. She jumped up high and found a hand hold in the side of the canyon. She pulled herself up and over a boulder, and slid into the tiny, well hidden cave behind it. It wasn't even a cave really. It was a hole in the rock, hidden by a boulder. It was so small that she could barely even fit in to it. Good thing she didn't weigh anymore than she did. Otherwise no amount of squirming would get her in. She curled up into a ball, with the knife clenched in her fist. Her bottom lip was clamped tightly in between her teeth, and she waited for the shooting to stop, and for Derek to tell her it was safe.

Guard

They were all dead. Running back to the drop point I screamed into the walkie talkie.
"Get me some backup, now!"
The helicopter stopped right above me, and a dozen more heavily armed guys dropped to the ground. Seeing the guys around me, carrying their guns, didn't make me feel any better. He'd already gone through the other team, shot them all down like flies. They hit the ground and ropes were tossed out of the way as we headed for the cover of the trees. We hunkered down in a huddle.
"Where's your team?"
"Gone."
"What?"
"They're dead."
"Last I saw, he was right over there, and he was aiming for me. No doubt that he's still there, or maybe he has moved, and he's waiting for us."
"What do you want us to do?"
"Fan out, tight circles, tight, you hear me, and find him."
"Yes, sir."
"And watch your backs. He likes comin' up from behind."
"Ok, boss."
We split up into groups and fanned out. Beams from our flashlights swept the area, and I couldn't swallow the lump of fear that was lodged in my throat.

Jenna had found the nearest tree when the screaming and shooting started and climbed it. She watched the proceedings with a slight grin, "You're very good Beast, I'll give you that." She hunkered down in the crook of the branch as the team slowly made their way under her and fanned out. She knew exactly where the Beast was and grinned. Silently, she pulled her sling out from her waistband, along with a small pellet and pulled it back, taking aim. The guards fanned out a little more and she took her shot, the guy at the back. Her sling made a slight thwap as the pellet shot through the guys neck and he fell dead. The others spun around and started firing wildly in her direction. One shot came close, but she kept absolutely still and they all missed. ~You can't get me that easy fellas, try again~ She saw the Beast move and waited for the firing to start again, a sly grin painted on her face.

Guard

A wolf howled off to my right, nearly scared me right out of my skin. At the same time I saw movement over to my left. And there he was. The Beast. Standing right in front of me. I let off a couple of pot shots, and he disappeared. Two other guys joined me and we ran off to where he'd been. We looked around for tracks, but we didn't find any. One of the guys gave out a holler and we huddled down to check out what he'd found. A blood splatter. Small, but still there, bright red, gleaming in the light of our electric torches. I'd hit him. I was dead for sure now.