Bonus Story 9 - Wounds That Never Heal

Deep within the Ocleau Forest sat a wood cabin. Inhabiting the wood cabin was a makeshift family comprising of two young boys, one little girl, and two men.

As one of the men sat at his desk, a knock at the door came.

“Mikael,” a voice called out.

The man half attentively turned his head around, met by his partner, Larkin.

“Just one more second,” Mikael replied before turning back around.

“Three,” Larkin began.

“Two,” he continued the count.

“One,”

The next moment a frightening, rather gruesome picture appeared on Mikael’s computer screen.

“Ah!” Mikael shrieked, jumping backward at the sight of the display.

“Larkin!” He exclaimed angrily.

“I told you to stop doing that already!” He roared.

“Oh, come on now,” Larkin teased.

“What we’ve seen back in our days as killers is nothing compared to this!” He laughed, wiping away a tear.

“Yeah, I suppose…” Mikael grumbled.

“Anyway,” Larkin began.

“I needed to talk to you about something,” he continued.