#fred:thread

After a long day of work, Fred is ready to head back home and get some rest. Well, after his daily training. He can't skip that. But he definitely could use some shower after working over the greasy stove all day. After picking up some groceries (because he also can't just skip doing chores), he takes a short cut through an alleyway toward his car. There is barely any light after the sundown, but Fred has gotten used to this path after taking it almost every day for the last six months or so.

And since he has arrived in Alexandria, no one has tried to get a jump on him or mug him. Tonight is different, apparently. Fred picks up a set of footsteps following him from behind and matching his pace. He takes a turn to see if they follow, and they do. So Fred turns another corner, stops and readies with his knife thrown. As soon as the pursuer comes into his view, Fred tackles and pushes them against the wall– at least that was his plan. He somehow finds himself thrown against the building wall and held up against there. The groceries fall to the ground. The person holding him there is all too familiar to him. The darklighter.

"You." Fred growls, "what are you doing here? I thought this was a nice, reputable town." Had he known Zav, one of the marks he has failed to kill, was here he would have approached this town with more caution. But there is no point in regretting now. "So to what do I owe the displeasure?" He goes through the list of their past encounters, most of which involve Fred trying to kill the darklighter or when that failed, to get in the way of whatever Zav was doing at the time. "Is this about the time I planted a bomb in your car? You don't even need a car."

Fred sits by a fire and roasts a thick cut of tomahawk steak. His cabin sits on the edge of the forest, an abandoned hut he bought and fixed up over the last few months. He likes to be near the trees and, well, he needs the space to house his arsenal. Fred didn't come to Alexandria to hunt but one can't be too careful. What if there is an actual monster here that deserves to be put down? But last 6 months have been quiet, and while a part of him is antsy and itching for some action. Fred has grown to appreciate the peace and quiet.

Of course, the quiet Sunday night is disturbed when a bell rings, the alarm system he set up to keep out the intruders. Grabbing an axe in one hand and his steak in the other, Fred strides over to the front of the cabin and sees someone. "You lost? This is a private property." He calls out flatly, not hostile but not friendly either. Taking a bite out of his steak, he adds, "you probably don't wanna move. Unless you wanna get blown up to pieces or get shot at. Or get skewered." His property is trapped and fortified to a disturbing degree, or more simply put, like borderline crazy. Some of them are specifically designed to kill, seriously hurt or banish supernatural creatures.