Alright, so this story has not been uploaded for a while due to a medical issue(I'm not gonna tell you what) and out of respect for the Colorado Massacre victims, since everyone is now gonna be blaming violent media for the killings(which is idiotic). And I've finally taken tips from my only other reviewer, Swimming320, and I'm gonna make it so it's not only Cropsy and The Prowler killing each other. No, that does not mean more slashers coming into this story, but it means there will be a body-count. So, with that all being said, here's the actual chapter.

The Burning Of The Prowler

Chapter 4

The Prowler had gone for several dozen miles with no sleep, eating, or urination, or for that matter any kind of rest.

That is, until a local cab driver had spotted him and stopped.

The Prowler opened the left passenger door, and squeezed in. The cab was not very large. The driver resumed to his business before he abruptly stopped.

He looked back at him, and started to ask, "Say, can I get your destin-", but with one look at The Prowler's costumed appearance, as well as the fact he was carrying a pitchfork in his hands, the man opened his mouth to say something. Probably for The Prowler to get the hell out.

At that precise moment, he turned his pitchfork and shoved it through the driver's seat, and the pitchfork spikes came out of the drivers torso. Some blood splattered onto the inside windshield and dashboard, and the driver still stared at The Prowler for a little while before his eyes shut, and he twitched and flailed until The Prowler gave a good hard jerk on the pitchfork, and the driver finally laid still for good.

He stepped out of the cab and tossed the drivers corpse onto the back seat, before he casually stepped into the driver's seat, closed the door, and sped ahead. The speed limit was 30 miles per hour, but no one else was on the road.

He looked to his right, and saw the sign that said, Valentine Bluffs-2.5 Miles Ahead.

-POV change-

Cropsy had seen The Prowler kill the cab driver before driving away in it himself. He could have killed the man himself right there, but he was too far away in the bushes, watching, and he would be gone by the time Cropsy got to where the cab was.

So, Cropsy decided to follow. At first, it had been easy tailing The Prowler in his car(the bitch didn't even drive that fast) but The Prowler soon drove past a corner, and despite Cropsy's best efforts, he had lost him. It was as if though the cab had just vanished into thin air.

But Cropsy was not one to easily give up. So, he saw a nearby gas station and found a car in the back lot, and saw the man get inside. The engine soon turned on.

He then walked up to the driver's window, and tapped the glass. He saw the driver look up, and saw his expression change to a look of ghastly horror as he took a good look at Cropsy's burnt and twisted face. The man stepped out of his car, and he quickly pulled out his phone, but his car was left on, and the door was open.

"Holy shit,sir! Are you alright? Do you need to go see a doctor or something?!", the man exclaimed as he dialed the phone.

It was just too bad for the man that he didn't see the hedge trimmers plunge straight into his stomach, before they came out his back. He looked up at Cropsy, dropping the phone as he gasped for air, blood gushing out as Cropsy jerked the trimmers higher toward his chest, raising the man off his feet with them.

He ripped the trimmers out and closed them, blood splashing over the ground and car windows. Cropsy put them back in his belt and got inside the still-running car, slamming the door shut before backing out and speeding away.

Cropsy's head throbbed for a second, but then the pain vanished.

-POV change-

Elliot Ray stopped trying to cut the overgrown pine down. Something seemed wrong. Something seemed out of place. He had thought he had heard something step on the shrub he had just uprooted.

"Hey, what the hell'd you quit cuttin' the tree down for?!", his boss barked at him as he stepped out of the clearing.

"Sir, I think I just heard something step on that shrub I just took out", Elliot replied as he pointed at the plant. "Was it you?"

"You know, Elliot, that I was over there near the entrance to the mine. I was nowhere near that thing you uprooted!", the boss said, and suddenly, a look of fear overtook both his and Elliot's faces.

The fear on Elliot's face was for a different reason, however.

It was because he saw the large man with a pitchfork standing just behind his boss.

-POV change-

Following The Prowler had been easier than Cropsy thought, and within a few minutes, he was closing in on the mine that the sign had directed him to.

He knew that was where The Prowler was going. For what, he didn't know, but he would surprise him there.

And then, he would dish the ultimate payback because he felt like it.

Cropsy's head throbbed again, this time a bit longer, but it soon subsided.

-POV change-

It wasn't very hard for The Prowler to finish off the two workers. They didn't put up much of a fight, and had barely made a noise before The Prowler picked them off. It was the only way to get into the mine.

As he ripped his pitchfork out of the face of the man named Elliot, he saw his boss was still flinching on the ground. He couldn't have something like that as a distraction.

The Prowler took his sawn-off shotgun out, before he slipped off the bayonet and shoved it through the mans ear, and let it exit through his left ear, the blood still warm and sweat-like as it stuck to the bayonet. The Prowler wiped the bayonet clean on Elliot's shirt.

-POV change-

It was getting dark as Cropsy looked out the window, yet all he could see was brush. There was no sign of any mine. Perhaps it had been moved, and it was an old directory sign. Perhaps he had somehow gotten lost, or misread the directions. This was all racing through his head as he listened to the radio.

"Reports of six murders at Silver Falls State Park in Oregon, committed by t-"

At that point, static blurred out most of what the reporter was saying, and it unnerved Cropsy. He turned the radio off.

As he drove on, he though he had heard something. He thought it was nothing, but then heard what sounded like a whimper. At first, Cropsy thought something was wrong with the car, but then he stoped, and he heard it again.

He looked out, and saw a huge shadow standing in the bushes, several dozen feet ahead.

Cropsy knew who it was. How could he forget?

His head throbbed, this time threatening to burst, yet it suddenly stopped just as soon as it had started.

-POV change-

The Prowler was getting ready to walk away and off into the mine, when he heard a loud honk from a nearby car. He turned his head to see what was going on. There couldn't have been any cars here.

The burnt man was sticking his head out of the window.

Okay, sorry for the ultra-long wait. However, I'm back in school, and am now in 9th grade. Plus, after the Colorado shooting, I decided to put the story on hiatus out of respect for the victims. Now, for some thanks:

hardrocker21:for keeping interest in this story even before it began, with interest only a hardcore slasher fan would keep.

Swimming320:for checking this story out and giving tips as to make sure the interest won't die.

.7374:for favoriting, following, and checking this story out.

So, there you go. R&R!