I wrote this while listening to the song above, thought that it might be interesting to share and let you listen while reading

"I-I need to pee."

Mayanka sighed. He got out of bed with a grunt, he carried you, minding your injured shoulder.

You clung onto him like a koala as he brought you outside. You shivered a bit as the cold breeze hits your skin, Mayanka noticed this and rubbed his hand on your back, trying to warm you up.

Mayanka gently set you down near the toilet shack. He crossed his arms, watching you intensely with his tired eyes. As if silently telling you to hurry up.

You went in and grabbed the handle, pulling on it.

But... Mayanka jammed it open with a hand. He narrowed his eyes at you.

"C'mon! I'm doing my business here, lemme close the damn door!" You whined, barely seeing the outline of his face illuminated by the moonlight.

"No. You cannot see, too dark. You will fall and I will have to wash you." Good point, that door is closed, it's going to be pitch black inside. You can't see where your footing is or what you're holding.

"Can you... not look?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I protect you."

"From what?"

"You."

"You protect me... from myself?"

"Yes. You are very ceroboh."

You believe he meant that you're really clumsy.

"But..."

"Why you ashamed? I see and touch your body many times, this is not different." You rubbed your face and groaned.

"Okay." You hesitantly pulled your pants down, trying to imagine that Mayanka isn't there.

You squat down and positioned yourself. His gaze made it harder to pass urine, as if it got reabsorbed back by your body.

"So uh... you're just gonna stare at me?" You craned your neck upwards to see his face.

"Yes."

Both of you remained silent. Only the sounds of your nervous trickling bounced off the wooden walls.

"I'm done." You informed.

"Wash." He gestured towards the pail of clean water. The handle of a scooper is sticking out of the surface, bobbing up and down.

You wrapped your fingers around it and gathered enough water for you to clean yourself. You believe the adopted this practice after Meyanna performed extreme sodomy on him— so Mayanka can reduce the risk of infection. Maybe he's afraid that you'll develop one too and pass it onto him.

Or maybe he just like clean things. For an outcast, living in the wild with the bare minimum, Mayanka showers a lot and smells a whole lot nicer than most of the men and women you know back at home.

What does he smell like, exactly? He reminds you of a tea shop, but you can't pinpoint what type of beverage he smells like. He smells very... floral. Where did he even get his deodorant?

Did he mutate to smell like that too?

You pulled your pants back up and covered the bucket. You returned the scooper back into the pail of clean water.

Suddenly,

FFWWEET!

A deafening, high pitched whistle sounded. It was loud enough to echo off the trees. It doesn't sound like it came from a bird.

Mayanka whipped his head to the source of the sound, his pupils constricted in hatred when he saw that it's his supposedly, second kill. Hal. His battery operated torch revealed his healing bruises around his slightly saggy neck.

He flicked his hand forward, fully exposing a very vulgar middle finger.

"Catch me if you can, fatass!" What a daredevil, yelling out like that, hitting one of Mayanka's destructive buttons like a bullseye.

But, with this, he can be sure that Mayanka will chase him and not think as rationally as before.

Hal immediately turned around and propelled his feet forward, making sand particles rise up in the air.

Mayanka's nose scrunched up in anger and he barred his teeth. His hands are balled into fists, he should have driven his machete through his chest when he had the chance.

The giant took off like a balistic missle, going after it's only target. Nothing can stop or slow him down from achieving his current goal. Hal is truly one annoying little pest that Mayanka has to kill. Or else he will lose more sleep, trying to manage his rage.

The rapid winds made his inky black hair float in the air like the waves ebbing away on the shore. His waist cloth is pressing against his skin, reducing surface area, reducing drag and hence increasing his speed.

Hal looked behind him and gasped, Mayanka is dangerously fast. He's closing into him! Hal only had a few seconds to accelerate or else Mayanka would have catch him.

Driven by fear and an adrenaline rush, Hal forced his muscles to contract even more, the lactic acid buildup made them burn and fatigued, but it didn't (couldn't) stop Hal.

Yes, he sped up tremendously. But so did Mayanka, Hal is already running at his fastest while Mayanka is just 'teasing' him.

"Oh shit, I'm the fatass!" Hal screamed.

His heart pumping as hard as it can, but it wasn't enough for his worn out, middle aged body.

Hal had to resort to strategic running.

"Egh!" He winced as he forced himself to run zig zagged. It worked, Mayanka was about to grab him with his mammoth hands, but thanks to Hal's quick thinking, he managed to evade a world of pain.

"Thank god for P.E. Lessons!" Hal huffed and puffed, he can't stall him any longer. The middle aged man imagined that he's going around exercise cones to make his movements even smoother.

Mayanka let out a grunt of frustration as he tried to recognize his running pattern.

Meanwhile,

"Mayanka! Stop! Please, leave him alo— hmph?!?" A hand clasped over your mouth. You turned around and saw the woman you freed.

"Shh, that thing is really sensitive to sounds! Let's go!" She whispered, pulling you along with her.

"Wait! What about your buddy?!" Your legs were anchored on the ground.

"I'll get back to him later, right now, we need to get you to safety! Let's go!" There was something wrong with her voice. Tam tugged on your wrist.

"Safety my ass! Not tryna be a jerk, but unless you can run like a racing car or have your plane, helicopter, boat... whatever vehicle really nearby, nowhere is safe with that giant bastard around! He can like, teleport!" You hissed back, fidgeting on the spot.

"Ma'am, I can assure you that our rescue team will be here soon. We just need to get you to this clearing, just a few miles ahead. Can you do that for me?" She rasped, coughing a bit in the process.

"Are you an American?" You asked with a dropped jaw.

"Yeah, why—"

"Where the hell are your guns!?" You half-yelled.

"Hey! We Americans aren't all ammunition and explosives! I'm just a damn researcher, ugh— C'mon, let's go, we're wasting time!" Tam dragged you along with her, you had no choice but to comply because she was surprisingly strong!

You stumbled and struggled to keep up with her pace, but you did steal a glance at the two men fighting it out.

Mayanka finally had Hal in his grasp, with all 4oo pounds of flesh and bone, Mayanka pounced on him like Lion targeting it's prey in the wild.

As expected, Hal screeched for his life, flailing his arms around.

Mayanka used a hand to cage his neck against the soft sand while the other was balled into a fist, hovering above— ready to deliver a 100% mortality rate blow against Hal's fragile skull.

He shielded himself and braced for the impact, murmuring something about 'forgiveness of god'.

Hal couldn't use his legs because Mayanka crushed both of them with his heavy knee.

Your eyes widened, you can't let him kill another innocent person, it's going to destroy what's left of your sanity! Think! Think!

"MAYANKA!" You yelled, within nanoseconds, it registered itself into Mayanka's superbrain.

"Why did you do that!?" Tam wheezed, not slowing down at all.

"Your friend was gonna die!" You retorted.

"Well, thanks to you, WE are gonna die!" Tam shook his head and increased her pace, greenery brushed past Tam and your legs.

The jungle was eerily silent at night, only the sounds of cricket chirping and the rusling of leaves can be heard.

He whipped his head to the side, he caught a glimpse of you entering the jungle in your pyjamas and a pair of flip flops.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted, but then he looked back at a trembling Hal.

"H-hey don't look at me! Your girl is being kidnapped and you're NOT gonna do anything about it? Wow, fatty. Way to go." Hal stuck his tongue out childishly. Mayanka growled and glared at him, causing Hal to reconsider his words.

"I-I don't mean it in an offensive way! I'm just sayin, I would rather go for the person I care for instead focusing getting revenge on this worthless old fart—"

SMACK!

A tooth flew out of Hal's mouth along with a splash of red and a good amount of mucus.

Mayanka had no time to waste, he just needed Hal to be unconscious. That slap probably didn't kill him, but he can't waste anymore time on this pathetic man.

You, Mayanka's beloved little wife, is in danger.

He rose up to his full height and let his calloused bare feet pound against the ground, moving himself in the direction of your travel.

His thundering footsteps can be heard by the both of you.

"(Y/n)!" His booming voice sure is a presence. A few sleeping birds were awaken by it and they flew away from their nests.

You have never heard Mayanka shout so loud, it's almost comparable to the volume of a get engine working at full capacity.

Tam and yourself are whimpering with tears streaking down your cheeks.

"Why??????" Tam sobbed to herself, choking on some of her salty tears too.

"I don't know!!" You sobbed back.

Both pairs of ears perked up when Mayanka began furiously cursing in Vuzinian.

"He doesn't know witchcraft, right?!" Tam whispered.

"You believe in that!?"

"He literally told you he ate his own mutant dicks when he was a teen. At this point, I'm willing to believe anything." Tam rasped, struggling to use her damaged vocal cords.

"Wait, you guys were eavesdropping?!" You looked behind you, relieved that there were no signs of Mayanka.

Yet.

"No shit, 'small wife'! Pardon my language but shut the hell up and keep running!"

"Touche— sorry!" You squeaked, pushing yourself to go faster because you heard some faint rustling behind you.

"We can't outrun him!" You whispered.

"We can! We have to!" Tam replied, letting the wind hit her scarred lips.

"(Y/n)!" His deranged voice has gotten louder. That means he's getting closer.

"Shi— AAGH!" You yelped when you accidentally lost your footing and tripped.

That fatal mistake made you fall from a steep slope, you held onto Tam's hand with an iron grip. Which also caused her to tumble down the muddied land decline.

"Agh!" Tam grunted quietly. She laid atop of you.

"Sh-sh-sh-sh..." you hushed her as you shuffled closer to the foot of the slope, both of you were obscured by a wooden log and some rotting leaves.

"(Y/n)!" Roared Mayanka.

You and your female companion shivered in fear. You watched Mayanka run past your temporary hiding place, yelling your name.

It felt like a mini earthquake as soon as his heel slammed down on the soil.

"(Y/n)!" His voice became fainter and fainter.

Once he's out of earshot and eyeshot, the both of you released a heavy breath that you both were anxiously holding.

You and Tam panted heavily, you sloppily pushed her off you. She didn't complain, Tam just lied on her back, catching her breath.

You and her just laid there quietly, no words were exchanged as the desire to rest is mutual.

You froze when you hear something.

Something useful.

The sound of water raging through a narrow river.

You picked your head up and glanced at Tam. You have an idea, not a very smart one, but it is an idea nonetheless.

"Hey." You grabbed her attention.

"Yo." She replied, too tired to form a formal sentence.

"Seen any rivers near that clearing?"

"Yeah, I think it's connected to this one. We followed it and it lead to the coasts." She pointed at the river, just a few steps away from the both of you.

It looks intimidating, especially with the hidden jagged rocks in there.

You pondered for a bit before asking:

"Ya know how to swim?"

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Blood from his nostrils pooled around Hal's face as his body is sprawled out in an unnatural position.

Hal laid there unmoving. His eardrums are partially ripped from the slap, his jaw joint is dislocated from it's proper position.

But his heart still pumping and his body still warm.

Old man Hal Oliver still got that young spark. It's not time for him to say Hal O. to the grim reaper yet.