The hairs on the back of Rudy Lozano's neck were standing up as his heart thundered in his chest. The Shape found Dwight, still bruised and battered from a previous encounter, and it was only a matter of time before their leader had nowhere else to run. Rudy seriously considered trying to help in some way, but his personal desire to not experience being impaled with a giant kitchen knife kept him rooted right where he was. He couldn't afford to get involved.
An endless fear of the crows caused Rudy to think of leaving his hiding spot, but before he could, the man that got him and the others safely away from the Wraith and the Hillbilly fell to the ground less than a meter away. And that thing… the Shape. It was on him in an instant.
"No, no! Stop!" Dwight pleaded as he struggled within its grasp.
It either didn't hear him or didn't care. Rudy watched in horror as the Shape drove a sharp blade straight through Dwight's chest without ceremony or hesitation. Rudy shut his eyes tight. He didn't want to look anymore. All he could do was sit there and listen to his pounding heartbeat and sound of the knife sinking deep into Dwight's flesh over and over again. Time seemed to enter a no fly zone as several seconds crawled by like hours. But then, as quickly as it began, it was over. When Rudy finally opened his eyes again, the Shape was gone.