Paul Lantar

Chapter 20

 For the N Boss for being awesome. 

A/N: SPOILERS IN COMMENTS 

Paul woke during the night to branches breaking in the distance; he quickly opened the tent and walked outside. 

Fuck!

Ahead in the darkness was a light; the same one that had been luring travelers in. Paul grabbed his steel bat and sprinted toward the light bringing with him all of his darkness and rage. The light was near the body of Ilfred.

Someone saw me. 

He slipped over face first into the mud and looked up the light had gone out. Paul quickly sprang to his feet and kept running soaked until he arrived at the battered body of Ilfred.

Where are you? 

A figure walked toward him from the shadows he looked like Ilfred, and was wearing the same clothing.

You even have the same boots…was Ilfred lying to me? That bastard!

This time Paul didn’t have the element of surprise, “Who the fuck are you?”

The man stepped forward so Paul could see his face, his hair looked like it had been falling out and he wore a wicked grin showing his disgusting teeth, “I’m Rarlin, I see you met Ilfred,” he nodded at the ground. 

“I did, not a very nice man.”

 “Either way, you are brutal,” Rarlin snarled. 

Paul dropped as someone kicked him in the back of the knee from behind.

Three of them?

 The man from behind stepped over Paul and picked up his bat examining it; he was bald but still had the same boots and trench coat.

 “This is my brother Arnold,” Rarlin proudly introduced the man holding Paul’s bat.

 I’m fucked.

 “And that was our brother Ilfred.”

 “So if you fucking saw it all, why didn’t you save him?” Paul looked at the men with interest.

 “Because he fucked up, he chose you so you were his,” Rarlin sighed.

 “You guys are messed up, so was the story about the soldier true?”

 Rarlin laughed, “We were all soldiers for a very short period of time. He thinks he killed himself. Ilfred went mad.”

 “Yeah just Ilfred went mad,” Paul rolled his eyes. Despite facing death he was excited that the highway killer wasn’t so lame. He had only killed the imbecile one.

 “Lets just kill him,” Arnold looked bored.

 Here we go.

 “You can do the honors Arnold,” Rarlin jumped up and down excitedly.

 “Wait Ilfred said someone sent him?” Paul needed the answer to this.

 “Yeah I did. When I first saw you arrive,” Rarlin laughed, “But he got too obsessed when he saw you camouflaging your campsite. He thought you were different.”

 Rarlins brother was growing impatient, “Can I kill him now or what?”

“Go ahead Arnold.” 

Arnold raised the bat; Paul decided he would at least go out fighting even though he was no match for the two of them. They might be old, but they were not weak. Living rough had toughened them over the years.