The sounds of flesh being torn from bone is sickening to behold. Blacktooth sits upon his makeshift throne, mouth covered in viscera as he digs into a human leg. The blood drips onto the ground below, getting his fill before tossing the leg to his brood of Blood Runners. He chuckles, relaxing in his seat only for his ears to perk up as one of his own shouts to him.
“I’m tired of the scraps!” The room goes silent, the other Blood Runners turning to the low ranking member, the sounds of chewing completely stopping.
“What was that?” The Devil leans over, looking down upon his subordinate, looking almost amused, licking the gore from his lips. “Did you have somethin’ to say?”
“Yeah! Me and the boys grabbed the meat from the Bleak, why do we get the scraps while you get all the good bits!?” His rage is palpable, stomach clearly grumbling as he shouts at his leader. However, Blacktooth doesn’t react with rage, in fact, he waves his men down as they begin to surround the insubordinate cannibal.
“Why do I eat first? Because I put in the work, boy. Long before your balls dropped and you got your first taste of the sweet meat I was fightin’ for my spot. Climbed the ladder all the way to the top of the food chain down here and now that I’m at the top? I make the fuckin’ rules.” The Devil leaps down from his throne, approaching the Blood Runner who looms over him ever so slightly.
“Well you ain’t fightin’ now, are you? All you’re doing is stuffin’ your face and stealin’ our food! You couldn’t even keep your title-“
Blacktooth lashes out! He bites down on the man’s throat, dragging him down to the ground in one swift motion like a wild animal! The Devil loosens his grip, letting the Blood Runner breath ragged breaths as Blacktooth looms over him.
“I do what needs to be done, boy. When Burned Man broke our generator, I went outta my way to get it replaced. I put that title on the line to make sure you ungrateful fucks are fed. He may have my title now, but that don’t mean shit compared to the food we saved.” Blacktooth chuckles, lightly smacking the Blood Runner’s cheek.
“See, it’s a dog eat dog world. I’m the leader because I get shit done. I climbed to the top of the food chain here, scaled that fuckin’ ladder with my own two hands. You get the scraps because when push comes to shove, I’m the only one reliable enough to get us the meal in the first place.”
Blacktooth stands up, watching as the wounded man crawls meekly away.
“I want everyone here to know where you stand. In this compound, in Arcadia? You’re all beneath me. You do what I say, you accept the scraps that trickle down to you.”
He climbs back into his chair.
“I’m gonna provide like I always do. I’m gonna climb back to the top, I’m gonna get my belt.”
DING!
“And I’ll ring that dinner bell.”