it's another trick

Monsters were the reason why he was here! They were everywhere and it was wonderful because that meant he could freely pummel things without being reprimanded for it. He could punch things and not get in trouble for it. It was a relieving feeling to both himself and the wolf within that was pleased with the carnage. After putting a handful of things into submission, he decided to have himself a snack; four cheeseburgers he saved in his pack. Beating things to a pulp required stamina after all and calories needed to be replenished on a daily basis! Days were dark when Cross went hungry and it was recommended that nobody stray in his path when that happens. Anyway, he was on the last burger when it suddenly disappeared from his grasp.

Blink.

It was gone, just like that and the little monkey-culprit with wings sailed into the trees. He snarled then howled, birds flying from their nests out of fear. The little bastard took his lunch! He wasn’t going to be complete with that fourth one being taken from him and there was no way in hell that little shit was going to get away with it! He gave chase, trampling anything and anyone down in his path in pursuit of the flying monkey. He ran throughout the forest, his footfalls thundering, quaking as he sprinted with purpose. Three miles later, he noted he was still underneath the monkey so he took to the trees! He sailed efficiently, leaping from branch to branch. Briefly he considered trying out the Gymnastics club, but the notion was quickly cut short when he was closing in on the thief.

The monkey zipped past the stranger who sat innocently on his branch and on a normal day, Cross would have seen him, but there was this beautiful thing called ‘tunnel vision’. Suddenly, he had an idea. He moved even faster once the monkey noticed him and panicked, his movement now nothing but a red blur as his arms and legs shifted for greater strength and speed. He leapt from his branch like a spring, speeding towards Hayate’s precious vantage point and ripped the branch out from underneath the poor soul. He landed on a nearby branch and threw his own chunk of tree like a javelin at the unsuspecting monkey who thought it got away for good. His aim was true and it slammed into the creature, brutally smashing it against another tree. The force alone forced the monkey to release the cheeseburger mid-air and it flew to god-knows-where, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered was the fact that he aced the thing! He could hear it squeal weakly with comical tears running down its face. Hm. A broken spine wasn’t a big deal, what was it crying for?

Anyway, he whooped and hollered, victorious in his pursuit until it finally occurred to him that he really did pass by somebody. As his limbs reverted back to their human state, he pointed wildly at the crying monkey. ” HOLY CRAP DID YOU SEE THAT?! LOOK WHAT I—“…Waitaminute. Said person wasn’t on the branch when he..ripped it off…right? ”Uh…Hello?”

Oh! The guy was down theeere. Cross was mighty proud of himself and he wasn’t afraid to show it. In fact, he dropped down and the ground quaked under his landing. ” Of COURSE it was important!” Cross boasted with a ’are you stupid?’ look. Then said look quickly darted down to the brief glint of light from his pocket. What was that? Well before he could ask, the boy was standing over Cross’ triumphant victory…which was still crying like the sad, stupid monkey that it was. He too stalked over to the monkey. Honestly, it was just a broken spine. He snorted at the silly question. What did he MEAN by that anyway? To eat or be eaten, that was one of the laws of the jungle…Forest…Whatever. Also, there was another law; never steal Cross’ food and that damned thing paid the price. Of course, it didn’t always mean people would get a huge chunk of tree slammed into their spines, but Cross was mighty proud of himself that he thought of such a creative way to punish the creature.

Speaking of the monkey, all he could see was its red back end…and it’s tail. It was twitching so it obviously had to be still alive. That was good. It was a tough monkey and was brave enough to steal his cheeseburger! Speaking of which, where did that thing go? Meh…Oh well, he got a monkey instead! ”Psh, it’s not broken, I can fix it. I wanna keep it as a pet!” He smirked and was more than happy to grab its tail and pulled. The monkey scream was cut shot as it was pulled under the huge chunk of branch and brutally out from underneath it by the tail. Cross gave out a triumphant laugh as he pulled the monkey free…

…But it stopped moving. Oh… He didn’t pay attention to the sound of bones being crushed.

”Awwuh…I was gonna name it Pablo. Oh well,” He shrugged, the limp body wriggling with his movement. What to do with Pablo…Well, he did miss out on a cheeseburger because of this turd…

”I’m gonna eat it!” He happily said to the stranger and stuffed it into his pack, oblivious to the squelch of loose limbs as he packed it away like a plushie he just found. Maybe the lunch lady will cook it for him. People seemed to have a problem with him eating stuff alive…or raw in this instance. Just because there was blood and guts, it didn’t mean anything! It was normal, it was NATURE. He just hoped she didn’t chase him out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon again. ”What?...” He spat defensively and held the bag close as if the new guy would steal it, ” It’s the law of the jungle man; eat or be eaten and it stole my cheeseburger. What do you want from me?!”

Wait, what?

Cross returned the same I’m now very suspicious of you look completed with him craning his neck back. Lucky thing he didn’t have fat under his neck or else he’d be showing a double chin. Another good thing was that his pack was black considering the pack was against his forearm. ew, the bottom’s wet. He was going to have to wash it. Or screw it, not like anyone could see the blood on the bottom—ANYWAY.

”Whadd’ya mean what do you want from me wanting from you, wanting from—What?! STOP IT!” his brows furrowed and he snorted, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the stupid tricky questions! He didn’t want anything from…the dog boy but the dog boy wanted something from him…wanting something from…? He shook his head to rid himself of the confusion and stopped only to find out that this guy had no clue who he was. This just didn’t MAKE ANY SENSE! How could he not know who the almighty Cross Stark was? He dropped his pack that squelched on impact. Well, it was time to show the boy just how amazing he was!

”You don’t know of me?! HAHAHAH!” The obnoxious laughter stirred up the local wildlife as he struck a pose! His arms were poised above his head, flexing his triceps and tightening his beautiful rippling abs. ” I AM THE ALPHA!” Arms swooped down and curled, massive rock hard biceps expanding! ”AND THE OMEGA!” then he pointed towards the sky, full of awesomeness like he usually was! Right on cue, a beam of sunlight shot through an opening through the trees, basking him in pure awe and amazement! ”I AM THE LEGENDARY CROSS STARK!” his buns tensed and somewhere off in the distance was the crack of a whip. Whydidthatalwayshappen.

”And I am the greatest Monster Hunter that has ever lived! AHAHAHAHA!” Birds scattered from the trees while the Wolf was busy being so into himself.