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A/N: This is the final chapter… hopefully. I still want reviews after I've finished so don't feel that you shouldn't review! In fact! I still haven't heard from anybody about their favorite character… Oh! And sorry about typo's in the last one! I forgot to do spell check :)
The claw things released his head and screeched again. I stabbed him over and over, not even making a dent. His body staggered. This has to have some effect! I begged with my mind. Please let it do something! He fell, motionless.
"Is it dead?" I heard a voice ask. Turning, I found a man, probably in his thirties, with short blonde hair. His face was covered in blood. Behind him stood a woman and a child, a girl that looked to be around my age, a toddler, another man, this one slightly older than the last, and last but not least, my sister.
"No." I answered as simply as possible. "No, it's not dead. Does anybody have-does anybody know where his tools are?" I asked calmly.
"They're over here." The woman with the child said.
"If it starts to move, stab it." I instructed the man with blonde hair. I handed him my dagger and moved toward the woman. I quickly examined his tools and picked out a carving instrument, a spear made of bone, and a shot gun, made from what, I have no clue. I heard a shriek and a grunt as the blonde man stabbed him in the chest. I made my way back to him as quickly as possible.
"If you have a weak stomach, I suggest you turn away." I said again. I handed the blonde man the spear and told him to do the same as before. I handed the gun to the teenage girl and told her the same thing. I then raised the knife above my head and brought it down, making a sickening crunch against the many bones in his body.
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Multiple times before I had finished chopping they had to stab and shoot the monster. I now had it in several bottles and was planning to burn it later in different places around the world before 23 years was up that is. Turned out my brother was wrong. He does save a few victums.
Ryan, the blonde man who looked to be about in his thirties was going to college at the time the monster took him.
Janet, the teenage girl, whom also helped me had been taken from a party.
Carol, the woman with the child, turns out was single and didn't have any babies, the monster had just brought the child to his lair.
The baby's name was Jeremey.
The older man's name was Mitchel and he had two baby girl's at home, Marcy and Heather, his wife had died during a car accident and he had been gone for sixteen days.
The toddler's name was Kyle. He was a cutie.
And of course, there was my sister, Bette. She fit right in with the group, as did I. I showed them the way out and we each bought a plane ticket and took off into a different country to burn the pieces. Parting our ways. Who said scary stories can't have happy endings?
