Soap hastily moved through the thick bush, his pistol raised as he carefully avoided any holes or roots on the ground, he was payed a high price for this “moth” creature that had been terrorising the west coast of Scotland.

“This much for this thing?” Soap chuckled as he leaned back against his chair, boots on the desk as he eyed the sack of coins curiously. Twirling his pistol with his fingers “a deals a deal, I’ll bring the bastard in two days” Soap grinned at the patron playfully

Soap sighed, leaning against a tree, this was going to take more than two days, he found nothing, was that old man who payed him sure it was real? He perked up at the sound of rustling nearby, looking over to the thick bush nearby Maybe the old man wasn’t crazy he thought, he swore he saw a shadow moving through the thick bush He raised his weapon slowly, getting off the tree and stalking forward “Alright.. come on ya big bastard..” he muttered, ducking down to avoid thorns and leaves that might try to prick his face and skin.

Listening to the loud noises of shuffling and bushes moving, until he reached a small clearing, the noise had stopped, he sighed “probably a small critter..” he huffed to himself, looking around, he froze, eyes widening at the sight of red eyes staring right into his soul through the dark “Holy fucking shite” he breathed