"there's not many places to hide in the basement, so if there's one down here, we should be able to find a shifter down here pretty easily" Wendy explained to James as they headed down into the basement.
"good, let's start looking" James replied.
The two spread out, beginning their search. Wendy came across a door and put her ear to it. She heard low, demonic growling coming from the other side. she gestured James over silently. when he was close enough, she pointed to the door while looking back and front from the door to James as if to say "it's in here" to show his acknowledgment, he slightly nodded his head and narrowed his eyes. he then readied his shotgun, resting the wooden grip on his stump. she went to open the door, only to find it locked. "well then" she said, feeling it safe to speak.
"Locked?" James assumed.
"yeah"
Wendy stepped back a few yards, before charging at the door with the intent to ram it down with her shoulder, not noticing James digging in his bag. She hit the door, making little impact, despite the speed she hit it at. "if only we had something to cut the door down with" she said to herself.
"would this work?" James said, showing her a modified chainsaw attached to his stump with several metal couplings and leather straps.
"perfectly"
James revved up the chainsaw and plunged it into the door, cutting the door free from it's hinges. With the door free, he rammed it with his shoulder, landing his eyes on the shifter. "let's go" he taunted.
the shifter leaped at James carelessly, landing itself on the blade of the chainsaw. Green blood sprayed everywhere as the chainsaw cut into it. James threw it off of him and onto the floor in front of him. He stood up and put his foot on the shifter's chest to keep it from moving. "No tienes idea de tu verdadero destino, Prometido Uno. Un ejército de tus pesadillas se levantará, y serás sacado de este mundo" it said.
"go to hell" James said in response, firing his shotgun into the shifter's face.
"Any idea what it said?" Wendy asked.
"nope" he said, sounding as if he didn't care as he made his way back up the steps.
When they reached the top of the steps, they were greeted by Preston, who had a devilish smile on his face. "so, 'James', how did it go?" he said in false curiosity.
James observed his movements. "what are you getting at?" he said in an almost threatening tone.
"This boy has fooled us all" he began to explain to the crowd "his name is not James Holt! Standing before you is Ash Williams! The Tennessee Killer!"