Late Night Forest Cleaning

Inside the bar, upstairs room

"..."

One lone woman, waiting in her room, on her bed, wondering how tonight was going to play out...

"I mean, I know I acted all high and might back there but..."

She was actually feeling really nervous despite all the small things they've done so far in the past few years, but those few years wouldn't top what they did this morning...not by a long shot...

At the time during those years, it was just humorous flirting between them or just plain sexual harassment from him, in order to just to riled her up for fun.

Then it slowly transitioned into small massages from time to time, to relive some pent up stress whenever they had a rough month or a bad encounter...

Fidgeting with her fingers, thinking of all those times he touched her body so tenderly...

Almost as if he was molding and shaping her bare body like it was a work of art..it was so magical every time...

*sigh*

But, nothing ever really happened passed that... other than him catching her off guard with stealing small pecks here and there.

In fact, this morning was the first time she decided to ever take charge of the situation...

But, it backed fired...Terribly.

Grabbing her head strongly with both hands as she lowered it down to her knees...as her mind was in a turmoil mess.

(GAAAH! You Stupid Dumb Bitch! Just because you read some books on the know how's...!)

(Doesn't make you an expert in love making! You dumbass!)

She began cursing her own virgin-slut like actions.

(You're just a damned virgin!!! who got too cocky from just learning a few things you picked up from books over the years while picking up advice from the aunties and housewifes in town!!)

(AND then tried them on him?!)

(ARGH!!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!!!)

She really wasn't holding back her own punches on herself.

(You knew he was a womanizer! A damn lady's man!)

(What made you think a 24 year old virgin like yourself stood a chance!!!)

"What if he..."

She suddenly had an irrational thought about something ridiculous.

(What if he thinks I'm an easy girl...or just some closet slut because of what I did this morning?!?!?!)

Having the urge to bash her head in the wall after thinking along these lines but, ultimately didn't follow through with it because she knew Zac wouldn't think of her as such...right?

Trying to reassure herself of her understanding of him over the years and how he thought about her.

"I mean sure, at most he would make crude scandalous jokes when given the opportunity but, he wouldn't be disgusted of anothers advances towards him if they were genuine..."

As if looking for a reason to justify herself of her actions but...

She suddenly remembered how she got too excited while on his lap with her legs wrapped around tightly on his waist that morning...

Even more so while being held against the wall as he smacked her ass cheeks individually and forcefully groping them as he did; with her mouth gagged by using his own mouth...making a complete mess of her underwear after the ordeal...and even stopping her from crossing the line of giving up her womanhood to him...

A tinted rose color emerged on her ears, Now she really wanted to smash her head in repeatedly on the wall after recalling her shameless behavior.

Because she actually weirdly liked it towards the end...how forceful he was...pining her against the wall...so demanding...so-

Shaking her head vigorously, trying to push such weird thoughts to the back of her head.

(Now isn't the time to bury my head in the ground like a coward or daydream about weird things!)

Raising her head while nodding to herself, as if deciding that tonight is going to be the night of her life!

(No holding back!)

Standing up from her bed and walking towards her closet with a renewed confidence!

"I'm going to make sure to show him how serious I am tonight!"

Showing a strong unyielding attitude as if treating tonight as a battle of courage and willpower.

(You'll see that I'm not the same little girl from 10 years ago!)

Opening her closet door, as her quest of choosing what nightwear to don on herself for her upcoming conquest!

But, something halted her train of thought...she noticed something missing from her closet...

"...Where are my black high heels again?"

********

Somewhere in a forest, west of town

A single figure could be seen walking in a slow luxuriously pace down a forest path with the moonlight shining down on him.

"Ah~ Nothing beats a nice walk through a peaceful forest, full of green luscious nature all around and a bright full moon"

As Zac walked over a litter of corpses with missing limbs.

Glancing down as he walked over each corpse with a uncaring look in his eyes, like it didn't even involve him non-whatsoever.

"If only these fools did a better job at just scouting instead of robbing *sigh* whatever what's done is done I suppose"

Lightly shaking his head in disappointment.

It was then he felt a chill run down his spine all of a sudden...

Zak quickly looked in the direction of the town with an expression that seem to suggest that 'He got caught'.

"Well, so much for my night escapade"

Resuming his steps towards his destination, seeming to have mentally accepted whatever was waiting for him on his way back after all of this was over.

******

Deep within the forest, in a big makeshift tent

*CRASH!*

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE LOST CONTACT AN HOUR AGO?!?!"

"I-I don't know!? The last time they contacted us was when they entered the town!"

"USELESS BASTARDS!!!"

The tent was shaking so much with just his rampaging voice, as the bearded raging bull shouted at his subordinate for being incompetence in handling a raid on a damn bar!

"YOU HAD ONE JOB!"

"B-ut, sir I-"

The bull quickly grab his subordinate by the neck with his only able arm, as he lifted him up off the ground.

"You better find out what happened to those idiots" the bull was right in the dangling man's face, speaking in a quiet rage.

"Because there's no way that I'm goona believe-A DAMN BARTENDER AND HIS WAITRESS, COULD HAVE TAKEN CARE OF MY RIGHT AND LEFT HAND MEN AND THE RAID PARTY, ON THERE OWN!!!"

"Y-YES SIR, RIGHT AWAY SIR!"

Letting go of the choking worm of a man as he scrambled out of the tent; sitting down on the one chair with a bandage broken arm...contemplating with frown closed eyes.

(There's no way in hell those rumors are true!!)

Suddenly, he heard his tent flap open, automatically feeling annoyed by the constant interruptions!

"You know, you weren't wrong about it being two people taking care of your little night raid on my bar..."

!!!

Instantly opening his eyes wide open, at the sound of his voice!

"Because all it took was just one Bartender"

"Y-YOU?!"

"Hey, Its been awhile! Old Timer!"

He was beyond words at who he was looking at in front of him...

"or should I call you, The Neutered Old Man?"

He was still visibly shocked, but showed a belligerent expression as he was reminded him of his busted family jewels!

"What?" showing a rather innocent look that almost seem like he had nothing to do with what happend to him.

"Look, if your still mad about me taking the women you were trying to impress at the time, then I'd say I just took a bullet for you from being turned into a shrivel old corpse"

Giving him a look that was saying 'You should thank me for saving your old dumbass'.

Seeing visible veins pop on his forehead after he was once again reminded of his embarrassment at the bar and was about ready to blow up at any moment.

It was then Zac looked around his tent, that he spotted a broken table.

"Tsk tsk you even brake your own things huh old timer?"

*WOOSH-*

"Oh?"

Zac saw a flying chair heading straight at him but, showed an unconcerned look as he swatted the chair away.

What filled his vision next was the raging viking bull charging right at him with a butcher like sword.

(How bold)

Is what Zac thought to himself before calming reaching his arm out the instant the blade almost reached his neck in a horizontal sweep.

"!"

Widening his eyes even more than before when his saw his blade stood still, just a centimeter away from his neck.

Looking down on his arm that was being held by a gentle grip around his wrist, feeling a sense of dread of what was about to happen next...

"Well, well, well, is this what they mean by history repeating itself or is it just a sense of déjà vu?"

*Crack-*

"GRAAAGH-!"

"Heok!"

Zac reached and grabbed his neck to shut him up as soon as he twisted his wrist in a horrific manner that made him drop his weapon but, after just letting his wrist go...his hand...just dangled in place like a broken branch.

The bull had a undescribeable look of confusion and fear in his expression as he was being held by the neck with one hand while on his knees.

He thought this Bartender was just a plain clown, a show off! All he ever did was just put a bit of pressure on his wrist that afternoon to make him look like a fool!

And that was it, his wrist wasn't injured afterwards...giving him a false since of certainty that all he did was just a simple trick he had picked up, to make people like him look like a weak fool before bring the woman out to deal with him after showing off his own bullshit strength performance!

He had thought the woman was the real threat after showing such an impressive display of technique when he was taken down by her.

(Who the hell is this bastard?!)

(And How the hell did he get here pass all of my men?!)

(Where are they?!)

Shouldn't they have heard the commotion by now and burst in this tent to help?!

(WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?)

"Sorry, while I'd love to indulge your curiosity of where your men are and who I am...but, I'm runinng a bit late here for tonight"

Feeling a chill run down his spine...he felt like he was being read like an open book by him..but...

"H-how..did you..?" choking out his words.

*sigh*

"Like I said, I don't have the time for this"

Looking a bit impatient but soon calm down before explaining it, in a way he would understand.

"Look at it this way" as Zac made sure that 'no balls' was physically looking up in eyes while he looked down on him to make sure he was paying attention to his last life lesson.

"If you had to explain yourself to every fool that was dumb enough to stand in your way and ask you the same questions after they've been dealt with, wouldn't you get tired of answering the same shit? Every. Single. Time."

Zac tightened his grip on the choking bull's neck all of a sudden as he saw him start turning a dark bluish-red color around his face.

"The answer is pretty obvious, right?"

"As you see, Its nothing personal really but you made it my problem" He said in a rather sarcastic apologetically tone as his squeezed his neck tighter and tighter.

"So, maybe in the next life you won't get in over your head like all the rest"

(All...the rest?)

After saying his last piece to the bull, the sound of a twig snapping could be heard from his neck.

Dropping the limp corpse on the ground like a sack of potatoes while he turned around and walked out of the tent.

Suddenly, Zac flicks his finger behind him; flinging a small materialized flame onto the tent without looking back.

Making sure the control of flame was only burning the tent and not the forest around it and procced to do the same to very other tent in the camp, As he to walked over piles after piles of minced meat corpses and burning them as he went on his way back home.