Frankenter

The thing before me was civilised that was one thing for sure.

It untied me and my friends and let my friends lay on the ground and let me sit next to the campfire.

"I'm terribly sorry that I couldn't help you earlier" he said.

"Wait what's going on. Aren't you the one who tied us up?" I asked.

"What of course not!" the giant exclaimed.

I took a closer look at him, with his stitches and all.

"Your a franketer aren't you?" I said. "But that means your going to eat us!" I exclaimed.

"No, no. I'm not like the rest of my kind. I'm pure vegetarian." he said and poured a bowl of soup for him and then me.

"What makes you think I'd believe you?" I asked him doubtfully. "Your kind are super-intelligent man eating zombies. This could be a trick" I said.

"It could be. But you have your weapons and could kill me anytime and I won't fight back." he said. "It's your choice to trust me." he said.

"That seems logical" vetala remarked.

I had totally forgot about him.

"Fine" I told the franketer.

I was about to drink the soup when vetala stopped me.

"What?" I asked him.

"That soup is poisoned" he said.

"What makes you think so" I asked sceptically.

"I don't think, I know it's poisoned. Don't ask how. Don't drink it. Just say your not hungry." vetala said.

I was pretty sceptical about it but it had to be called vetala's intuition for a reason.

I kept the bowl down.

The franketer looked at the bowl still full and then at me.

"Aren't you going to eat" he said.

I gulped. "I'm not hungry" I responded.

He looked at me for a second and then sighed.

"So you found out" he said.

I stayed quiet.

"I hoped it wouldn't have to come to this but it looks like I have no other choice." he said as he took out his butcher knife.

"Told you" Vetala said as the franketer charged at me with the intent to kill.