Mt Macedon Forest |
He turned as he heard a
scrabbling sound from behind him. Fuck! The little cunt!
The twink was escaping. He could see the nude body gleaming in the
starlight running—staggering—away into the eucalyptus forest.
Gripping the knife, he set off in pursuit. The twink couldn't run
very fast. He was obviously still drugged. The killer speeded up.
He was fit. He ran every day. He went to the gym at St Joseph's.
He was a match for any drugged-up twink. They were only a few
strides apart now. He could hear the panting, sobbing breath of his
victim. Good! Let him feel the righteous terror of The Lord!
He was catching up!
Impatient, he reached out, and at that moment his foot caught on a
thin branch across his path, and he fell. His face came down hard on
a stump of a tree, and though most of the stump was rotten, there was
a point at one end, and his forehead impacted it with force enough to
dizzy and stun him.
By the time he could see
again, the forest was silent. He listened carefully for the sound of
someone crashing through the undergrowth. There was no sound. Just
the distant hum of the freeway in the pass, kilometres away. The
clunk-kachunk of a goods train on the railway line towards Woodend.
His victim had escaped.
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