<span style="font-family:Philosopher">He cursed. He had almost been spotted by one of them as he made his way through the brush below a cliff. For the most part, he was as silent as a ghost. However, silence was almost impossible to keep up forever. A rock underfoot shifted underfoot and caused a minor avalanche of rocks and shale below the ridge where his future victims had paused. He cursed his luck and melted back in to the brush, his gear, clothing, and even his skin colored to blend in with his surroundings. He had only been seeking to get a better look at their leader, a beautiful girl with nice toned legs that he so desperately wanted to run his fingers across, to taste them as if he had never tasted flesh before. One or two times he had to admit, but her? No. He had other perhaps less sordid plans in store for her.<br/>
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June and Ethan soon joined Mark and Sarah on the ridge. Since beginning the hike Ethan had been trying his best to sneak off with June. June, more interested in what Mark had to offer, had resisted his attempts so far but, as she saw the Mark wasn't showing her enough interest, had begun to lead Ethan on with sly hints and promises of what was to come. Oh, humanity could be so banal sometimes.<br/>
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As the party continued their trek, their hunter circled around the ridge and came up higher than them. He had a pretty good idea where they would make camp, a romantic spot that overlooked the valley in all it's splendor. There, he made sure he had supplies for the upcoming murders prepared; knives, rope, and what not. He buried them at the foot of a tree and then covered the burial spot with leaves and brush. He memorized where he had put it. He had had years of experience at this and was not worried that he would forget where he had put it. With that finished, he waited patiently for the party to make it to his trap. When they had entered, well, he would quickly kill three of them and take his time with their leader. He had yet to decide to kill her quickly or slowly. One thing he knew, he would have her blood on his knife before dawn the next morning.</span>