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scream, which I suppose was the point—to lure Mr. Grey
into a trap.
My kidnapper, whether or not he’s a century old, is an
uncommonly wise fella, and had already prepared for the
killer. I was the bait, you see—to lure the killer into thinking
I’d be good bait for luring Mr. Grey, if you can follow all
that. Mind you, before that point, I’d never seen my captor
participate in The Great Bloody Wolf Hunt, and I was a little
worried about his chances against the web-casting freak.
I had nothing to fear, it turns out. Mr. Grey dealt with the
other killer handily, jumping onto the chain-link web, and
like some berserker gymnast, kicking and slashing his way
to a gory victory.
I only mention all of this to introduce you, dear reader,
to another of Mr. Grey’s weird claims—his “itinerary.”
Apparently, every killer in the Great Bloody Wolf Hunt is
given an old, yellowed list—how they come by them, I’ve
no idea—on which is printed the names of the killers they’re
responsible for murdering. I know this because after the
chain and hook guy was dead, Mr. Grey slid a piece of paper
out from the corpse’s inside pocket. Then, while he perused
the names on the paper, he explained to me what he was
doing. He said, “Every list marks a Wolf by his God-given
name, which I use to track my prey. And every Wolf I bring
to ground, their names I shall inherit, until no Wolves are
left and the Dire Shepherd stands before me, bearing a red
prize.” And that’s just what he did—copied the names from
the other killer’s list onto his own. That’s how I know the
real names of the killers he dispatches—his itinerary.
All of this comes to bear in my most recent rap session
with Mr. Grey. Apparently, while he and Mr. Flint were
battling the creature, Mr. Grey caught sight of a piece of
paper tucked into the beast’s back pocket. After some fancy
and violent finagling, my captor managed to grab hold of it,
scanning it for a brief second before the creature snatched it
back. My kidnapper then informed me that “it was a complete
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