He giggled maniacally as he ran a bloodied hand down his face, scarred and missing one eye, which squelched and splurged more blood onto his hand as he pressed down on the recent wound. The metallic taste thick and oh, so delightful to him.

God, what he would do to have more fun. No rules in this labyrinth, at the cost of little people to kill.

A subtle cough now rang out.

Brutus would sling the axe down from his shoulder to his side, the blade barely missing his leg from a rather gory scene… well, he wouldn’t mind it, whatever made it easier to deceive the lambs that crossed his path every now and then.

Now, he would caress the face of a body. His good ol’ friend, and poor him, so sad to see the life drain from his eyes into the tears that he spilt from his cries, but he didn’t care. Why should he? They were useless and took up his resources anyway.