Katie lurched to her paws and took off in the direction of the screaming. Her four legs carried her quicker to her destination than her two human ones ever could. As she neared, the stench of blood and viscera filled nose and she knew she was too late. Andy and Seth had made it to the Jeep but that was as far as Jason had let them. As she skidded to a stop, she noted two crucial things- one, Andy was dead and his dismembered corpse was impaled on a tree branch and two, Seth has alive (albeit wounded) about to be slashed by Jason's machete. Swiftly shifting into human form as though she had done it her whole life, she found her voice.
"STOP!," she screamed, halting the machete's down-stroke.
Jason seemed surprised as he slowly turned his head to look at her over his shoulder.
"Please," she begged, "let him go. I'll do anything you want, just…let him take the car and go home."
His gaze flicked towards Seth, who had risen to his feet and backed himself against the front bumper. He turned fully towards Katie and gave and almost imperceptible nod. She gulped, figuring what he wanted but if it meant Seth would live it was her price to pay.
"Go Seth…get out of here," she whispered defeated.
She sank to her knees and barely paid attention when the car started and high tailed it down the road. She lowered her head and closed her eyes as he trudged towards her and stopped in front of her. She was exhausted both mentally and physically; the change had sapped her strength and the deaths of her friends had left her comatose. She shuddered once and slumped fully to the ground. The last thing she saw before her vision went black for the second time was a singular blue eye staring at her from across the ground. It was Andy's.
Jason followed both bad boys to where their car was parked and smirked in his mind. He knew neither boy would give chase too far from the car so all he had to do was bide his time. They scurried into the car and as usual, almost like clockwork, the engine failed to turn over when they attempted to start it. He strolled across the distance and almost casually plucked the taller boy from the still open door. He held him off the ground by his neck and regarded him carefully. He didn't like the wide-eyed look of fear in the boy's eyes so he decided to remedy the situation. He took his index and middle finger and dug them into the boy's eye sockets and relished in the pained screams. He rooted around, far longer than he really had too, and plucked the boys blue eyes from his skull and tossed them over his shoulder.
The bad boy went limp in his arms, unconscious from the pain. Milky ocular fluid streamed down the boys face and onto his hand. He cocked his head and considered his next move. He took up his machete again and started removing the legs with a butcher's precision. The boy woke up momentarily, screaming as his legs hit the ground. Tired with the racket, he removed the head next and the screaming died with a gurgle. Bored, he impaled him on a broken branch nearby and turned to the other bad boy. This one had exited the car and was frozen staring at the lifeless body of his boyfriend. With a slow, deliberate swing, he slashed the machete across the boy's arm. It wasn't a dismembering blow, simply one to draw blood and break his reverie.
The boy flew back with a start, finally realizing that Jason was about to kill him. He backed himself as far against the bumper and squeaked in abject terror. Jason, now entirely bored with this and wanting to get back to his good girl, raised his machete to kill him quickly. As he prepared his down stroke he heard something crash through the foliage behind him and scream stop. It was his good girl! It seemed as though the blow to her head hadn't incapacitated her as long as he had like but he was glad she was here. He turned his head to look at her and noted that she was in fact naked. He let his eyes wander over her very pleasing form a moment before realizing that she was pleading with him. Spare the bad boy's life for hers? He looked back at the bad boy confused- why would she want to spare his life?
Because she's a good girl, his mother whispered helpfully.
He turned to face her fully and nodded, he could always track the boy down and kill him later. He was VERY good at finding people, in his forest or anywhere else in the world. She sunk to the ground in a faint and left him standing, wondering what the hell he was going to do with her. He had a few ideas but they required the privacy of his newly renovated cabin. With all the gentleness he possessed, he picked up her prone form and slung her over his shoulder and headed toward his cabin. With any luck she would wake up soon and he could show her his home, his mother, and the gift he was going to bring back. His mind wandered to all the delights she could provide for him. Yes, he was quite pleased.
