A few months later-West Point Beach.
A man stumbled as he tried to run from the thing that had been chasing him. This man had come to the small island from the mainland after committing a string of murders, to hide from the police chasing him.
Now there was something worse chasing him. A living breathing nightmare.
“Get away! Leave me alone!” the man screamed in fear.
“Run, run as fast as you can! You can’t outrun me, I’m a new kind of Cyanide!” the growling voice taunted.
The man sprinted faster and didn’t notice a branch on the ground, he tripped. He tried to get back up but his legs felt like jelly. He looked to see the silhouette of the thing chasing him.
“Get back! Stay away from me you monster!” the man screamed.
“Monster? That stings. Every time someone calls me that, it still smarts. It’s been months!” the voice said with mock hurt. “I’m just messing with you!”
“You’re crazy!” the man shouted.
“That’s better!” the voice said cheerfully.
A smell wafted in the air as the man whimpered in fear. He flinched when he heard the beast laughing.
“Just like my bullies. They had weak bladders as well. You should really consider wearing or at least carrying diapers,” the voice mocked with a laugh.
"Fox, stop toying with him and just end it,” Cyanide said, coming through.
“Aw, you’re no fun bud!” Fox whined.
"Fox-” Cyanide warned.
“All right, all right. Bossy much,” he said with a pout.
The creature stepped into the light one of the street lamps provided. The man screamed in horror and tried to scramble away, but failed miserably. His screams turned to howls as the beast lunged at him viciously ripped out the heart.
Fox tossed the heart next to the head and ran off into the night.
Cyanide walked down the private beach until it came to its home. Fox reverted back to normal and stretched. He hopped into the hammock and rocked, gazing at the moon while listening to the waves crashing on the shore.
“That was fun!” he said cheerfully. “The news was wrong, though. There’s no way he was a serial killer if he was scared of moi, but hey, one less murderer in the world. Dexter Morgan eat your heart out.”
"You need to shut up during our hunts,” Cyanide growled.
“Ugh,” Fox groaned with an eye roll.
"Honestly, the whole “Run run as fast as you can” bit? What was that?”
“Catchphrase! All the greats have one,” Fox explained happily.
“Is not!” Fox argued.
Cyanide huffed a growl.
“The night’s still young. Fancy another hunt?” Fox itched to get back out there.
"Not after tonight’s hunt,” Cyanide deadpanned.
“Oh, come on!” Fox pleaded. “I’m sure the police scanner is picking up on something.”
"I said no. Now shut up and rest,” Cyanide growled like an irritated parent.
Fox pouted, but listened to the wolf-like creature. He closed his eyes and let the swaying hammock rest him. He reopened his eyes on a thought, well more like a feeling that’s been bothering him for a while.
“You know, hunting bad guys is fun and all but I got this feeling we’ve got a bigger problem heading our way.”
"Oh?” Cyanide hummed.
“Yeah. I mean it’s only a feeling at the back of my mind, but you never know,” Fox shrugged
"If there is, we will be fine,” Cyanide rumbled softly.
“You’re right. It’s all good. We’re all good,” Fox said.
A comfortable silence filled the air once more, but didn’t last. Fox sat up quickly up then rushed into the house.
"Fox? What is it? What’s the matter?” Cyanide asked, on alert and ready for danger.
“I’m so stupid! I can’t believe I fucking forgot!” he reprimanded himself.
Fox ran up the stairs to his new office/art studio and rushed to his desk. He woke up his laptop and brought up the latest comic pages, then uploaded them.
“A little late, but hey, my readers will be happy to wake up to new pages.”
"You’re a bleeding idiot!” Cyanide snarled.
“Oh, come on, bud! Don’t be mad!”
"I thought something was wrong the way you rushed about!” Cyanide growled.
“Well yeah. I forgot to upload.” Fox argued.
Cyanide growled again and ignored Fox.
“Cyanide? Please don’t be mad! Hey, at least I make good money off these comics. I’m the next Stan Lee!” Fox proclaimed loudly and proudly.
Cyanide huffed a growl as Fox continued to ramble on being famous and the greatest.
“I’m going to be a legend!”
"In your own mind maybe,” Cyanide snarked.
Fox’s jaw dropped.
“Oh, you are so gonna get it, bud!” Fox shouted.
"Bring it, string bean,” Cyanide mocked.
The two bantered back and forth until Cyanide decided to take over and forced the boy to sleep and rest. Fox protested at first but fell to sleep eventually, making Cyanide smirk in triumph.
Cyanide then pondered on what Fox had said earlier. It felt something was off too, though it wasn’t sure what. Whatever it was, Cyanide would make sure Fox was ready to tackle it with it by his side.