DAILY PROMPT : [ HP ] In 1879 Swift Runner , believing he is possessed by a 'Wendigo ' , becomes a cannibal

Chuck stopped eating for a second as a moment of clarity awoke him. The finger knuckles he held were almost unrecognizable as a human hand anymore, but he knew where they had come from. Mr. Fitzgerald had been a kind, if gruff butcher. He had had to be the first to go, because Chuck needed his implements of trade for his and Kashyyk ’ s endeavor. Chuck briefly wondered how he had gotten so fucking crazy, but it didn ’ t really matter anymore. He was here, and he liked it. All the food he could eat, he had cool gothic decorations all over his house, he actually HAD a new house ( as a lovely gift from crotchety old Mrs. Hackett, who incidentally, was tough and stringy )... life was good. 
 
 He had frozen Mr. Fitzgerald for later while he went to work on the little village of Stratford in the far north of Canada. Initially he had been afraid of getting caught, but as the population dwindled both by his hand and the resulting terrified abandonment, he listened to the wendigo inside him more and more often. His children had been difficult, but Kashyyk took over for him then and after it was over, he exulted in not having to reprimand them for anything anymore. For once, they were contributing to the food budget instead of deducting from it! 
 
 His wife Wendy had been luckier, but even she had contributed to the food bill. He had hacked off her forearm before she hit him with a cast iron pan and escaped. He had learned then that they needed to be dead before he could start butchering them. He had also learned that the human body has a unique scent. Take his wife, for instance. He had eaten her pussy innumerable times and he loved the aroma; when he ate her arm, her exquisite taste was there, and he sat and pondered the implications of it. From then on he contemplated the taste of his dinner with much appreciation. He connected the meat he was eating with the person they used to be and found a fuller understanding of their existence. Really it was a better death than many of them could have expected.
