The next day had come, which meant another dastardly deed needed to get done. This time the scenery was different. Instead of the old decrepit city, Shura was heading to the Farmer Marsh. A area where the agriculture took place. Unlike the city there the silence was broken by the ambience of the animals and wildlife. Thanks to winter not settling in completely, live stock was allowed to roam the green pastures of the marsh. This land wasn’t naturally like this, walking down the dirt road. Shura could see where the tree line had been pushed back. He was in a townsfolk disguise with a large rucksack on his back. By utilizing the dirt road and this get up he was able to hide in plain sight. He was trying to appear as a another farmer trying to come buy some land. He had a long piece of wheat hanging out from the tip of his mouth that he chewed on. He was gathering himself trying to make sure he was going to use the right accent. People were minding their own business.

Some were out finishing up a long day of hard work. Some were already inside settling down with their families. Shura enjoyed the idea of living peacefully on some farm. Not here for clear reasons. There was something wrong with Dahlia and the people accepted it into their day to day lives. Alas, Shura wasn’t here for sightseeing. He slowed down his pace while looking around. The area became void of people. The time had come now to act. He leaped over a waist high fence and sprinted across the field as fast as possible. Using the cover of night he was able to trespass and get around the back of the first farm house. He peered into the window to see something else was off. He expected to see the inside of someone’s room. Instead he was looking into someone’s cell. These people were being detained for some strange reason. No one was in the cell thankfully. Seemed as if the house was empty minus the one farmer who disappeared into the house long before.

Dahlia’s mysteries were becoming more and more confusing with each mission. Corrupt church and now farmers who imprison people. ‘What the fuck is going on here.’ He did not waste anymore time trying to question the reasoning behind this. He sat the sack down under the window so no one could see it. He flipped up the hood on his jacket and spit out the wheat. It was time to go to work. Shura moved quickly but quickly towards a hen house. Most of the chickens were inside but one was outside still feeding. With quick hands and movements he moved upon the chicken with deadly intentions. Two hands wrapped around the neck and twisted in opposite directions viciously to snap the neck.

It tried to get a sound out but nothing came out. Dead, Shura moved back towards the house. The back door was unlocked thankfully so he didn’t have to make much noise.

514/1000

He slipped in through the back door that led into the kitchen. Someone was living here, coffee was on the counter, hot still. The lights were on but no one was around. That mean Shura was working on limited time. He moved quickly and quietly through the house. Passing the basement door that was open. He could hear the sounds of someone working on something. The sounds of metal being sharpened was perfect to mask his footsteps. He picked up the pace and moved into the room that served as a prison for someone. He removed a knife from his back pocket with the chicken in his left. He stabbed the chicken to draw blood. After doing so he began to draw pentagrams and all sorts of satanic drawings. One of the drawings being comedic in nature. A large penis with thorns on it. To finish it off, he wrote in big red letters, “Evil will awaken vengeance!” In all capitalized letters. With that he splattered blood off the knife everywhere for more shock value.

Shura wanted to take a moment and marvel at his work. But he could hear the sounds of someone coming up the stairs. He slipped out the back window and closed it quietly. He grabbed his rucksack and booked it to the next farm house over. He grabbed a sack that was waterproof and placed the body of the chicken in it. Blood still inside of the corpse, this would come in handy later. This time he reached into his bag and grabbed out some plastic gloves. The second farm was empty, people lived there but the lights were all off. On the way over there he removed another sack from his bag. A garbage bag for his next prank. He picked up pieces of cow dung that were wet from the melting snow. A pungent smell filled his nostrils almost making him gag. “Keep it together Shura.” He said while holding back the urge to vomit.

He shoved the shit inside of the garbage bag. Removed the gloves and tossed them inside. He had more rubber gloves for the job. A open window on the first floor became the entry point this time. He moved inside a lot quicker this time because no one was home. With all of the lights off and no movement seen from the outside no one could have been home. At least not yet. Making his way down stairs he pulled out a mask and more gloves. With the bag in question, he began to smear shit everywhere. All over the place, leaving blasphemous things about the church and leaving hand prints from the gloves. The stench made him vomit up his dinner but that added extra sauce to the mess. With that he left the way he came and made sure to place the shit covered gloves inside of the bag. Carrying the bag out he ditched it on the way to the third farm.

The last farm was the climax to this mission. Rushing over to the final area he stashed the bag of shit in the garbage of the last house. By doing this he could pin crime on the owner of this farm. It was brilliant really. A window in the back was open, it was the bathroom this time he entered through. Here was a problem, he was standing eye to eye with a naked female who just got out of the shower. There was a awkward silence that existed for a moment. “Don’t scream.” Her eyes widened, Shura reached into his back pocket and removed the knife. With one quick motion. He placed his left hand over her mouth and stabbed her in the chest three times. Each hitting vital areas. Blood came rushing down her chest and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Shura didn’t really want to kill anyone tonight but he couldn’t leave witnesses. But this actually could work out in his favor. He took the next twenty minutes using her blood and the chicken’s blood as paint for the entire house. He also took the time to wrap her body up in sheets from the closet. He tossed her over his shoulder and left the premises. Leaving the farm area he threw the body of the woman and the chicken onto the ground. About fifteen minutes away he rested the corpses on the ground. He removed a multi function shovel from his pack. It was folded down for maximum space. He dug a shallow grave for the chicken and woman off site in a unmarked grave. It would be sometime before the bodies were found. With that Shura headed back into town by taking the long way around.

1306/1000