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"It's a little show called Salute Your Shorts," Christopher told his little brother. "You should try watching it sometime. Funny as hell. And yeah, I second keeping the hunt a secret. Last thing we need is for her to get all p*ssy like last time. No offense Erik, but she really needs to lighten up."

At his little brother's jesting gesture, Christopher booted Erik in the rear with his foot to knock him out the door. "Yeah, ladies first indeed."

Chris snickered a little as he closed the door behind him. Cracking his knuckles and stretching out somewhat, he soon shared the plan. "Ok, it's basically going to play out the same way as last time, except you'll be going solo instead of with Katina. We'll just have to double whammy the dear. By the way, have you been building up your tolerence to raw meat at all?"

Christopher thought about it for a moment but answered in jest, "Oh, the scariest thing I can think of... myself."

As they treked further into the woods, Chris explained, "I was thinking of setting up a party of sorts though, with an aristocratic gothic theme to it. Build a room or something and decorate it like that. I think it could be fun. What about you? What did you plan to go as?"

Christopher nodded in approvement at his brother's costume ideas. They were all pretty good and would work quite well. Deciding to answer honestly now, Chris replied, "I think I would either go as some aristocratic werewolf or maybe a Native American shaman. Which do yo..."

When Chris heard the loud yelp, he quickled rushed to Erik's aid. "Oh my God! Erik, are you ok?!"

He lifted Erik's head off the ground and gave him a look over to make sure he didn't crack his head open or break his jaw. He inquired, "Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

Letting out a sigh of relief, Christopher helped Erik to his feet. He brushed his little brother off a little before he said, "Thank God. I thought you really hurt yourself there for a minute."

They continued to walk along the path as Christopher replied, "...As I was saying, I was thinking of either going as an aristocratic werewolf or a Native American shaman. Which do you think would work better?"

"You read my mind then," Christopher said with a grin. "I prefer the Native American theme anyhow. Plus, it'll go with me if I do say so myself."

Considering his brother's proposition for a moment, Chris tried to picture all of his little brother's costume possibilities. "Hmmmmmm, I would say go with Sora since Fox has no human hair and you look like no wolf so the Link concept I don't see. Besides, you're the proper age to go as Sora."

Chris then got back on track due to his brother's inquiry about the deer. He pulled a piece of deerskin from his pants pocket and sniffed at it. Handing it off to Erik, Christopher took in all the smells he could. Once he caught a whiff of what he was looking for, Chris pointed ahead of them and commanded, "Let's go, and no sudden movements. Keep on sharp outlook."

Christopher followed his brother's motions and smiled. He nodded and motioned in return for Erik to get himself into position for the kill. Chris bent down and waited until his little brother was in place. Once he was sure of it, Chris slowly creeped forward, keeping his eyes locked onto the deer. He wanted it to be as last time was, when the deer met his gaze. That really made that first hunt very worthwhile.

He waited in anticipation, hoping for that one moment. If that deer and him locked onto each other, it would also benefit the hunt. The prey would know it has been spotted and panic, looking for quick escape. The more frightened it was, the more to their advantage it would be.

'Come on, come on...' Christopher chanted internally. 'Look at me already goddamnit!'

Finally, the moment Christopher was awaiting came. The deer fell upon the eyes of its soon to be assailant. Chris couldn't help but chuckle when the poor thing's eyes bulged out of its head. It quickly dashed off as soon as Chris began bounding towards it. He hoped Erik would intercept it.

Chris quickly ran to Erik's aid after his little brother tackled the deer. Using himself as a restraint to hold down the struggling hooved prey, Chris quickly replied, "Yes, and hurry before---!"

At that moment, Christopher felt a hoof hit him in the scrotum. He let out a yelp of pain and fell on top of the deer with a thud, cracking more ribs. The deer kept kicking and flailing its legs about, scratching up Chris's backside and limbs.

"Come on, hurry!" Christopher screamed out, clutching his family jewels in agony.

Christopher let out an aggravated exhale, replying, "Well, I'm certainly not going to the infirmary. I'm sick of that damn place! I'll clean my own wounds before I go back there."

Chris let out a few groans of pain as he stood, still clutching his groin area. He examined the deer, then without warning, kicked the dead thing upside the head. The collision of his foot and the head made a disgusting cracking sound that nearly echoed. It was apparent Christopher was none too happy for taking a shot to the privates and was seeking his own retribution.

He turned to his brother and said, "Let's ravage this thing. Dig in."