[ WP ] Two serial killers stumble upon each other while hiking . Both find the other to be the perfect next victim .

I shy from the sunlight. I know it exposes my sins to all who catch even a glimpse of me. Complete strangers seeing my history and my collection of misdeeds causes me to kill those I find unworthy purely for the sake of self-preservation. It's not terribly original, but I like to walk through the woods in the dead of night. You'd be surprised how many dumb drunk teens stumble into my path, full of smiles and life. By my count, twelve. So selfish they are, seeing a complete stranger in the woods, and the first thing they think is to borrow my phone, or if I have drugs. They try to put me in the same category as themselves, like I'm a personal sodom for them. Here comes one now. All alone, a foolish young man strolling a few feet from me. Look at this ignorance, this irresponsible bastard is obviously stoned and thinks he's walking with Jesus, or perhaps his favorite cartoon, I try to avoid their culture entirely. I'm hoping my work will be noticed and others will try to eliminate these parasitic teenagers, it ca n't be done alone. He's getting ever closer, looks to have a backpack on, and something in his hand. I ca n't distinguish it. 
 
 
 A sweet and sombre song, one of eternal sadness but of uplifting reverence. When they've been carved out, and devoid of possessions to tie them to this world, the birds cry for their souls, as the journey to the next realm is one of peril and agony. They shed their skins, completely free. And a final gift to the world whom they owe their life, feeding their organs to the wild life. It's the price that must be paid once time has run out. I've been in this forest for hours, searching, following the subtle key changes from the breeze passing through the leaves. The build up has begun, it's causing me to shake uncontrollably. Once more I can perform the excisions. I can see out of the corner of my eye, a strange man crouched behind a tree trunk. His glasses glaring off the lonely moonlight. You are n't lonely anymore friend. 
 
 `` Bit late too be wandering around the dark forest do n't you think?'' the older man shouted. 
 
 `` The true essence of nature can be observed in the darkness, distractions will keep the realization of its stunning beauty hidden for ages,'' replied the young man. 
 
 The older man walked closer. 
 
 `` Red eyes, been having a good time with nature huh? Mother nature, she set your heart on fire?'' asked the older man. 
 
 Smoking pot? This moronic fool thinks the only way nature can be properly appreciated is through some kind of euphoric state? No matter, I enjoy my victims to be relaxed before their sudden exit from this reality. 
 
 `` Haha yeah. Society these days, got ta do something so they do n't keep ya down? answered the young man. 
 
 `` They? Mind telling me who exactly is keeping you down? Lazy little pr-'' yelled the older man, as he slipped a knife out of his coat pocket. 
 
 `` Sorry? I could n't catch that last bit?'' he sighed, frustrated by the older man's erratic hostility. `` Uh.. you know, parents, schools, the government. They are all together on it,'' the young man spoke. 
 
 `` Sounds good to me!'' smiled the old man as he tightened his grip around his knife. 
 
 `` Of course! I like to think I've shed my skin of all the rules they try to keep you enslaved with. Do you know anything about shedding skin?'' laughed the younger man as he walked closer.
