"I will feast on your soul!"

"Feast on this, motherfucker!"

Mia drove the chainsaw into the abomination which crawled legless in front of her. The chainsaw split it's head open. She buried it deep into its throat. Gallons of blood spurted from the beast. When she brings the chainsaw out of its head, the abomination sinks into the ground as it stops raining blood.

"You go back to hell now..."

Mia let the chainsaw fall to the ground. She faced the burning cabin and lets it all soak in: Her friends and her brother were dead. She picked up the necklace which her brother David had given to her. She did not know if it could really protect her, but it had sentimental value; it was the last thing she had from her brother other than her life. She turned around to face the forest, covering her hand-less left arm with her shirtsleeve. The sunlight of dawn was shining between the trees. She walked towards it.

She heard the sound of pages flipping behind her. Startled, she turned around and looked at what was on the ground. It was a book. She walked closer to it and examined it. This was the book which had started all of this. She picked it up with her right hand and struggled to open it. She saw a page with a depiction of a woman being raped by vines. This very thing had happened to her. Her mind simulated a memory of the pain which she had suffered.

"AH!"

Enraged, she threw the book into the fire enveloping the cabin. As she exhaled heavily, she noticed that the book was not burning. No wonder it had not been destroyed by anybody before. She looked around for something to get it out of the fire. She found a long stick. She used it to get the book out of the flames on the cabin porch and onto the earth.

"Does the fire even work?" she said to herself before looking at her left arm, which was spilling blood at the wrist. "Might as well check."

She walked over to the porch and stuck her left wrist into the flame.

"AAHH!"

The pain was unbearable, but she had to do this to prevent blood-loss. After waiting for the burning feeling to subside, she looked at the chainsaw which she had dropped.

"If that thing killed the demon, maybe it can destroy the book."

She walked over to the chainsaw and picked it up with her right hand. She turned it on and used it on the book. After half a minuted has passed, she stopped. There was not one scratch on the cover.

"Must be a hardcover edition."

She opened it up to the first page with her right hand and repeated the action which she had tried on the cover. She checked after a minute passed. Still no scratch.

"What the fuck?"

She turned to another page and did the same thing. Still nothing. She kept trying to chainsaw page after page. It did not work, but she kept trying nevertheless. After trying the last page, the chainsaw ran out of gas.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

She tossed the chainsaw a few feet away. She looked around and saw the burial which David had put her in when she was an abomination. She picked up the book and placed it in the burial. She picked up the shovel and used it to cover the demonic book with dirt. When it was covered, she stomped on it with her feet to make sure that the earth was firm. She made sure that it did not appear obvious that something had been buried. She walked back to the porch and took note of how many of her feet were lying between the book and the cabin. She used the shovel to hide the tracks afterward.

"If I can't destroy it, then I should at least keep it hidden until I find a way to destroy it."