They teleported to the kidnapped women. He knew the place and of course how to get there from here. She smiled - it would have taken her days to figure it out - even knowing where they were.
They hiked back to camp, got into one of the trucks, and rumbled off .
He was determined - he was going to go get them. He didn't want her to go, he should take her back to the mission - it was too dangerous and he had nearly lost her once today. She was insistent though - these were her sisters, the nuns.
Now he saw a different look in her eyes. She had the old machete in her hand. This was the girl Kelly had told him about - his crazy sister and her machete! She looked at him with angry sticky gray lifeless eyes and said "They came to burn the witch, well here comes the witch!"
He smiled "Welcome to the jungle 'eh" and both of them laughed as they rumbled away in the old truck. They talked over a plan and he explained what the men were doing with the women.
The machete was too good for those scum! She was going to give them the witch all right! This was going to be pure vengeance for all the times she had been left for dead! Vengeance for all the women they had kidnapped, raped, and sold as slaves. She was going to send them straight to hell while he recovered the nuns and all those village girls.
They stopped about a mile from the camp and hid the truck. She would stay in the truck and teleport in while he rescued the girls.
And now it was time! Juan was in the jungle waiting in the darkness past the edge of their camp when the glowing apparition of the ancient mummified corpse of a long dead Hexenbiest witch appeared right in the middle of the twenty men as they drank, talked about which girl they would have next, and sang songs. She snapped her jaws at them and screeched as loudly as she could. The apparition pointed at them and screamed "You want the witch! Well here's the witch!"
The men were frozen in terror as she nonchalantly climbed straight into the body of the first man. He started screaming in agony about the witch inside him as she wracked his body with pain from head to toe. His friends started screaming and shooting him as the Coyotal hacked his friends to pieces with his machete. Finally a man hacked off his head from behind. He saw the glowing apparition of the witches head turn completely around within the man's body and look straight at him where the head had been. She was still operating the headless body. The apparition climbed out of the dead body and it piled up on the ground. She ground her glowing bony jaws, walked up to the man who had cut off his friend's head, looked straight into his eyes, snapped her jaws menacingly, reached her glowing curled bony witch hands inside his chest, grabbed ahold, then climbed into him. He wogued straight into a screaming Jaguarete and started attacking his friends around him - tearing them to pieces while his friends blasted him to pieces with their guns. Done with this one she smiled, climbed out of him, and into the next one.
Now the men were screaming in abject terror, running in circles, and shooting eachother as the witch apparition moved through the camp, climbing out of the dead and letting the body slump into a pile, then climbing into the living to torture him and continue fighting his friends.
There was no escape from her screeching death. One man tried to hide under his truck. The ghost simply walked right through the truck, grabbed the Jaguarete by the foot, and dragged him straight up into it's running engine.
And every time a man would try to run out of the camp - the apparition was standing there right in front of him grinding her ancient bony jaws and screeching. It was so convenient for them to come right to her like this - so she climbed in.
Juan smiled - this was the perfect distraction. Literally zero of the men were paying attention to anything going on where the women were chained. Juan silently slipped in and killed the ten guards. The Jaguarete and Coyotals who were selling young women into slavery were screaming in white terror and running for their lives as the witch brought heaven's vengeance down upon their souls in the dark jungle night.
Finally there was one left. She knew this one and was saving him for last! He was their leader. This was the Jaguarete who hunted and sold young women as slaves. This one had whipped her and beat her over and over. He was the one who had her tied to the poles so many times to burn her.
Her glowing ancient desiccated bony face got a half inch from his face. Her glowing shrivelled eyes rattling loose in their hollow sockets looked straight into his eyes, she took his hands and whispered "It's time to burn!"
He was screaming and begging the apparition on his knees. He tried to hit her and run off, but his punches swung straight through the ghost. There was no escape. She climbed straight into him. She slowly walked him screaming over to one of the trucks. He picked up a big can of diesel fuel, then slowly walked him straight into the middle of his camp fire and stood straight up in it. The begging, screaming man poured the whole can of diesel all over his head and exploded into a giant fireball.
Juan looked on in awe as the giant fire reached higher and higher into the black night lighting up the camp and everything around it. He snickered to himself. "Welcome to the jungle, eh!"