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

He slung the shovel over his shoulder after throwing the last bit of dirt on the shallow grave. He paused for a second and looked at his compass. The trail was about half a mile south. He started walking. Burying them was his least favorite part. There was no thrill, not like the euphoria from watching the light in their eyes go forever dormant after that beautiful scarlet red spills from the slit across their neck. That was the most beautiful sight in the world, but getting rid of the body was such a nuisance. He could feel the itch return the second he placed that last shovelful of earth on top of the unmarked grave. `` I think I'll go hunting tonight,'' he said to himself aloud just as he reached the trail. 
 
 There was a gaunt goateed man with a shovel just walking onto the path at the same moment a much plumper and balder man walked up the hill towards him. The thin disheveled man had startled the slightly obese hiker when he spoke. 
 `` Ah, so you're a hunter? Huh? Me too,'' the round bald man answered with a smile that hinted at mischief. The other man looked up startled he had long dark hair that looked like it had n't been washed in weeks, his cheeks bones jutted out of an emaciated face that resembled a flesh colored skeleton. His eyes were the size of saucers and unblinking. 
 “ Uh, y-yeah. I like to hunt. Yeah. I like it. Hunting. ” 
 The smile remained on the other ’ s plump face as he answered, “ I ’ m a fellow hunter myself. I love the thrill of it, nothing like being on the trail of your future meal out in the wild. That chase, that pursuit, there ’ s something primal about it that I just can ’ t get over, nothing like bagging your own meal out here, eh? Sure beats any kind of grocery shopping... Say, what ’ s the shovel for? ” 
 The saucer eyes somehow widened to an unimaginable length that made them seem they would pop out of the gaunt man ’ s head at any minute. “ Oh, shovel, the shovel, yeah. Um. ” He paused. “ My dog, um, he died. We loved to take walks out here, me and ol ’ Charlie. Yeah! Walked out here with him every week. So, when he died I, uh, decided this would be a good place for him. You know, uh, um, real sentimental and whatnot. ” 
 “ Sorry to hear that friend. What do you say we take a walk together? It ’ ll take your mind off things. ” 
 The skinny fellow scratched at his head and looked around. He seemed almost confused by the offer. “ Don ’ t think s-, “ he stopped abruptly and took a quick glance at the shovel. “ Um, yeah. Yeah! It ’ d mean a lot. A lot, it ’ d mean a lot to me. ” 
 Two rows of gleaming white teeth beamed between two plump red cheeks, “ Great! I ’ ll show you this great trail that not a lot of people know about. It leads up to a nice vantage point overlooking the park. It ’ s real secluded. There ’ s a great view up there, nice place to have a picnic actually if you ’ re ever looking for a place to take a date. My name is Tim by the way. You are? ” 
 “ Ch-Chuck. ” 
 “ Nice to meet you, let ’ s get a move on, we ’ ve got about 2 miles or so a head of us. ” 
 
 The two men walked. Tim mostly dominated the conversation, his voice booming often interrupted by his own hearty laughter. Tim thought of himself as a very funny person, apparently. Chuck on the other hand had become increasingly quiet, yet seemed to be overcome with a certain jubilant anticipation. 
 “ Here we are, check out that view. ” Tim proclaimed. Chuck walked out to the precipice. He looked out at the park and couldn ’ t help but feel a great sense of pride and satisfaction. This park was so lush, so green, so alive, but buried out there were at least 20 different men and women. Not men and women any more, just fertilizer. He then felt a cold sharp jab in his back and a sudden gush of warm blood traveling towards the ground. 
 
 Tim ’ s blade hit with surgeonesque precision. Perfect, right above the kidney. Chuck collapsed and the shovel clanked on the ground. Tim reached into the wound. Chuck could feel his hand inside of him reaching for something he then felt a very sharp, acute pain as something left his body. 
 Tim threw the knife on the ground and laughed, “ Sorry, Chuck, but you don ’ t have much meat on you, so I knew I ’ d have to go for an organ. ” He stood over his victim and took a bite out of the kidney. Blood spilled down his cheeks as his teeth sliced into the eviscerated organ. “ Give it a try, it ’ s quite good. ” 
 Tim leaned over and opened Chuck ’ s mouth and shoved his own half-eaten kidney as far down as he could. He then manipulated Chuck ’ s lower jaw in a way to actually do the chewing for him. He looked into Chuck ’ s eyes and smiled, “ Don ’ t forget to swallow. ” 
 At that point, Chuck took his chance and kicked hard at Tim ’ s groin. The plump cannibal toppled over immediately. Chuck crawled over to the knife, grabbed it, and stabbed hard into his killer ’ s chest. He stabbed and stabbed. It was intense joy. The best he ’ d ever had, for sure. He lay there smiling staring into Tim ’ s eyes. They blinked once. He was close to leaving. Chuck crawled even nearer so his nose touched Tim ’ s. His eyes were right there, Chuck could see the little glimpse of life left. He was so close, but somehow Tim hung on gasping hard for air. One final gasp and Chuck kissed him on the forehead and said, “ Thank you. ” 

