The Loki whistled as he walked the overgrown path. Every once in a while he could see in the corner of his eye a lone wolf following him. The Loki smiled enjoying his work with great pride. Normally he would leave his victims some shred of humanity leaving them either half turned or with some kind of time limit, but he had no love for the hunters of his people. He has always enjoyed watching the faces of his victims during or after the 'punishment'.
Firing another shot at the fleeting image of the wolf the Loki tossed the gun to the forest floor and pushed his way into a clearing. Looking around it looked like a nice neighborhood, some kids were playing in the street, a teen boy was pulling a lawn mower out to trim the lawn. It seemed so peaceful... for now.
The Loki decided against the traditional approach of running around in tights chasing people and took on the guise of a young man around the age of eighteen. He looked at himself in a mirror that had suddenly appeared in his hand and concentrated on changing things about his appearance one at a time.
"Hmm its missing something!" he said stroking his chin as a Goatee appeared, then as he snapped his fingers a pair of sunglasses appeared over his eyes and a newspaper in his hand.
"Now who first..." he whispered to himself as he scanned the area for his first victim.