In the dark of night, a Dodge Charger roars through the countryside. Its sole occupant swallowing down every negative emotion a human being could possibly have. Not even the radio can provide comfort in this, the darkest hour of his relatively short life. He has been on the phone for the past three hours, to every contact and hunter he can possibly think of in a desperate search for his kidnapped wife. He fears what the demon who took her can and will do to her, and the theater of his mind runs wild with the violent and graphic visions of her untimely demise. As he races across the Mississippi River, he knows every second counts in this desperate rescue mission.

In a desolate location, a young woman wakes up bound to a folding chair. The last thing she remembers is being in a motel room in Georgia, packing up after another job well done. Then, the world felt like it was coming to an end. A blonde haired, blue eyed woman burst in and used telekinesis to pin her husband to a far wall. Then, the lights went out. She knew who had captured her…the same vengeful spirit who had tried to kill her a decade ago.

Only now, she was a supercharged demon using the power of Hell itself to exact her final revenge. With every breath, the young huntress prayed that her husband would again rescue her, before it was too late.

"Tim, calm down, you know we'll find her." a bald headed African American man said, laying a comforting hand on his best friend's shoulder.

"I know, I know dude." the other young man says, gritting his teeth so hard they feel like they are about to crack. "But damn it A.J., that bitch had the balls to bust in and kidnap Tootie! I swear to God I'm gonna kill her!" he rages, beating the countertop with his fists.

"Boy don't you be beating on my countertops. I just had them replaced after that shape shifter your wife fought tore them up." an older, heavyset African-American woman called as she entered the kitchen. She had a smile on her face, but it quickly faded when she saw the sadness in the young man's eyes.

"Auntie Loretta, now's not the time to be talking about stuff like that." A.J. scolded.

"It's ok dude, I need to remember the good times to keep from going nuts." Timmy says before turning to his mentor. "Did you find anything?" he asks her.

"I've had every psychic in a five state area trying to suss out Tiffany's location, and they can't find squat." she began solemnly. "It seems that demon bitch is masking their location with a spell more powerful then anything I've ever seen before." she finishes, not bearing to look into his eyes. The half moan half growl that escapes the young man's throat is all the conformation she needs. She feels his anger and frustration and pain.

Across the country, the young woman in question is scanning her surroundings. Four rotted, graying walls somehow held up a similarly rotting roof. The chair she was strapped to was digging gouges into the packed dirt floor beneath her. Since she had awoken, she had tried to squirm her way free of her bonds, but it was an exercise in futility. After half an hour, she gave up and let her head loll back, feeling and hearing the crackling and popping of her vertebra.

"I see the guest of honor is finally awake." a breathy voice sarcastically called from behind her. Tootie could hear the soft pitter-patter of spiked high heels on the dirt before feeling a cold chill run down her spine. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying to focus her frustration into breaking free of her confinement.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you, you'll strain yourself." the voice called. It was now situated right behind her. The young mother braced herself for the inevitable blow to the head, but was surprised instead to feel a soft caress on her cheek and neck. The woman slowly sauntered around to look her square in the face. Brown eyes quickly flicked back to steel blue, and Tootie tensed up again.

"Same old shit, just a different day, huh Veronica?" she spat, glaring a hole right through the demon before her.

"Seems like déjà vu right?" the demon asked, before getting nose to nose with her captive. "Only difference is this time, I cast a spell to mask our location from any prying little psychics that husband of yours may employ." Tootie suddenly had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, now fearing the worst, but not letting it show on her face.

In Louisiana, Tim was outside pacing up and down the long, winding gravel driveway that led to Loretta's rambling old estate. In his right hand was his cell phone, but he wasn't expecting his wife to miraculously call him out of the blue. He was trying to work up the courage to call in his sister-in-law, who he was afraid would blame him for letting his wife get kidnapped. Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh, hit the speed dial number, and pressed the phone to his ear.

"What is it Twerp? I'm kinda busy here." her voice came through, and he could hear the frustration in her voice.

"What, can't a guy call his sister-in-law just to say 'Hello'?" Tim tried to joke, but it fell flat.

"Not when said brother-in-law knows I'm in the middle of a Rawhead hunt. Now what are you not telling me?" she demanded. He sighed, knowing this was coming and trying to brace himself for what was to come.

"It's Tootie…Veronica kidnapped her, and we don't know where she is." he said finally.

"WHAT?! How the hell did that happen?" came the scream on the other end.

"We finished that job in Georgia, and she just busted into our motel room. She pinned me to the wall, knocked Tootie unconscious, and teleported to Parts Unknown." he said, the pain evident in his voice.

"Where are you now? I'm coming to you and we'll find her together." she said, the sound of a car door slamming in the background.

"I'm at Loretta's place outside Shreveport, and hurry because I don't know how long Veronica will toy with her." he said, before clapping his cell phone shut. He could only pray that his sister-in-law got there in time.

Unaware of the mounting rescue operation, Veronica continued to circle her prey. This was the fulfillment of her revenge, forged long ago before her one way trip to the Pit. As she drank in the sight of Tiffany McDonald-Turner once again in her grasp, she couldn't help but be filled with a sense of twisted justice and victory. This was the moment she dreamed of while in the Pit, even after she was let off the Rack to become a torturer herself.

"You seriously think that Tim and Vicky will sit idly by while you kill me? They will find you, and one of them will kill you!" Tootie snarled. To this, Veronica responded by delivering a backhanded slap, splitting her lip and causing blood to seep to the surface.

"I expect them to come, and I hope they bring that bald headed freak with them. I've got plans for all three of them." the demon simply stated. "But…I've saved the best for you." she said, walking to a small table in the corner. She wheeled it over, and Tootie's eyes went wide when she saw the various knives organized on it.

"You learn the most interesting skills in Hell, like how to carve into human flesh without killing the victim." she said sweetly, picking up a small scalpel and slicing into Tootie's face, causing the woman to scream in agony.

In Louisiana, Vicky skidded to a stop in her cherry red 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge. With a panicked look on her face, she barged into the house and was met by a huge hug from her brother-in-law. They exchanged silent pleasantries, and made their way into the kitchen where AJ and Loretta had set up camp.

"We're looking at a three thousand mile haystack Vicky." Tim said, guiding her to the kitchen table. "We've tried everything, including looking for strong omens, and come up with bupkis. That bitch hid her tracks very well." he finished with a growl.

"Not necessarily everything Timmy. I learned a neat little trick from a Wicca coven up in Pittsburgh for just such an emergency." Vicky states. She begins 'Latin-ating' as AJ puts it before striking a match and dropping it on the map. The map is slowly consumed from Maine to Washington State.

Just before the map is a total pile of ash, Vicky whispers a quick "Stop", and the fire magically goes out, leaving a small square slightly singed, but none the worse for wear. She picks up the rapidly cooled piece of paper and studies it for a moment. A sharp gasp escapes her lips, before she hands the paper to Tim.

"Son of a bitch!" he roars, upon realizing the location.

His roar of rage would overlap perfectly with his wife's cries and screams as Veronica slices into more of her flesh all over her body. There are precise, almost surgical cuts running from her legs to her chest. None bleed too much, because they are shallow. The whole time, there is a sadistic, almost feral smile on the demon possessed young woman's face.

"Feel the delicious pain Tootie, for this is only a taste of what I had to endure in the Pit!" she coos, slicing between each toe on her victim's right foot. Even bound, Tootie thrashes around, and tries to kick her assailant any place she can. The demon quickly dodges, and slices her on the underside of her feet, causing a shriek to escape the huntress's lips.

Meanwhile, two classic cars race off into the night. Both are pointed towards California, and both drivers are intent on making World Record time across the country. A white knuckled, yet silent AJ stares out the windshield, not so much scared for his own well being, but that of the driver.

He can vividly remember how his best friend was the last time Veronica kidnapped Tootie, and he can only imagine what sort of images are flashing through Tim's mind at the moment. But after having to sprint to catch up to the Charger at his Aunt's house, he wasn't about to open his mouth. He can see his best friend's reflection in the windshield, and the mix of emotions on it tells the whole story.

The screaming had subsided, and Tootie let her head slump forward. Her chest heaving as she gulps in the much needed air into her burning lungs. She could feel the sting from every cut on her body. She slowly regained her breath and lifted her head to face the demon. Veronica only smirked at her and held the scalpel in one hand. The other was behind her back, like some sort of sick surprise.

"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" the demon asked, placing the instrument back onto the table with its blood stained brethren. She slid a shallow pan underneath Tootie's sliced open feet. "But I know something that will make it worse then anything." she sneered, producing a large burlap sack from behind her back and pouring the contents into the pan.

Tootie's eyes went wide in fear. Veronica was pouring salt into the pan! But it wasn't affecting her like it did with the other demons she and Tim had fought over the years. Veronica looked up at her and smirked. It felt like her vocal chords had been paralyzed, because all she could do was shake her head from side to side. The demon grabbed her ankles, and thrust her wounded feet into the salt, causing another piercing scream to issue from her mouth.

The rescue team flew down the highway, every sign just a blur as they passed it. If the information they got from the spell Vicky worked was correct, Veronica was holding Tootie captive in the ruins of Dimmsdale Flats. They would almost have to do a building to building search, but Tim had vowed to take every last structure down to studs if necessary to find his wife.

Deep inside, he knew he was flying out of control. Problem was, he didn't care. The only thing he felt at the moment was unadulterated rage, and a bloodlust that he never knew he possessed. He wanted Veronica's head on a silver platter, and he wouldn't rest until he got it. Only then would he calm down and return to normal, but until then his friends and family would have to deal with the change in him.

The salt scraped and burned the wounds on her feet, and the pain was coursing through her body. Yet even after screams tore from her throat, Tootie kept the hope alive that her husband and sister would find her somehow. They would save her, and the three of them together would destroy this vile Hell monster once and for all.

"Still holding out hope Tootie?" Veronica asked, momentarily taking her feet out of the salt. "Give it up, Timmy's never going to find you. Then he'll be mine for all eternity."

"Why doesn't the salt work on you?" Tootie weakly asked, ignoring the psychosis of the demon.

"When you get to a certain level, little things like Holy Water and salt don't bother you." she sneered. Tootie looked down, and saw the deep red footprints in the middle of the salt. Though she was weakened, Tootie was still trying to break free, and she might have found a way. Through her thrashing, the tape holding her wrists was weakened from rubbing against the metal of the chair. So she quietly continued to rub the tape against the chair.

After having to fill the gas tanks and stop for a quick snack, the team was back on the road, having driven through the day and into the night to reach the California state line. The emotions were wearing on Tim, and finally he whipped to the side of the road and trudged into the middle of a barren field. Vicky pulled off behind him, and jumped out, but Loretta was right behind her, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Let him go child. I have a feeling I know what he's going to do." she said softly. They watched as the young man got to a comfortable spot, and let loose a scream full of anger and fear and heartache. After fifteen seconds, his head dropped chin to chest, and he slowly made his way back to the others.

"Let's go, we've got a mission to complete." he quietly said to no one in particular, making his way back to his car. He didn't even wait for the other car before peeling out in a cloud of dust.

The constant rubbing had its desired effect, giving off a quiet snap as the tape broke. Tootie had to hide her smile, knowing she now had a chance of surviving. Veronica's back had been turned, picking out the perfect sharp instrument to continue the torture. Tootie wrapped her fingers around the base of the seat and waited.

When Veronica turned around, and began to advance on her with a Bowie knife, she jumped up and swung the legs of the chair, connecting with the possessed woman's skull, knocking her into the dirt. Tootie slammed the chair down, pinning her captor underneath. She fished the keys to the leg irons out from a pocket, and unlocked herself further.

The rescue team blew past the exit ramp that led into Dimmsdale itself, knowing the best way to get to Dimmsdale Flats was to take the Brightburgh exit and head straight through town for a couple of miles. The hard part then would be finding the exact building Veronica and Tootie were in, and considering the environment, that could pose a problem.

Veronica furiously threw the chair off of her, and got to her feet, only to be met by a rather nasty right hook to the jaw. The punch sent her back down to one knee, before Tootie planted hers into the point of her jaw. Though dazed, the demon used her telekinesis to hurl a stunned Tootie to the other side of the room.

The demon charged, and drove her shoulder into her opponent's stomach. The momentum of the shot thrust both women through the rotted wood and into the dusty street. Both fought for, and momentarily had control of the other. Tootie rolled a stunned Veronica onto her back, and repeatedly slammed skull into dirt.

On the verge of blacking out, Veronica used her telekinesis again to hurl her injured opponent down the street. She got up, dusted herself off, and sauntered over to her fallen prey. When she bent over to pick her up again, Tootie reared back, and planted both violated soles of her feet into the demon's stomach, sending her flying back and cracking her skull against the packed ground, knocking her out on contact.

Just as this happened, her husband and sister pulled up close by. Both jumped out of their cars, and began quickly walking towards the victorious huntress.

"Tootie!" both yelled in unison, though both carried weapons, most noticeable was Vicky carrying the Desert Eagle at the ready.

"Timmy…Vicky!" she called back breathlessly. It had been a hard battle, but it had been won. Or so it seemed, as Veronica rose to her feet and quickly advanced from behind.

"Tootie look out!" Tim screamed. He didn't have time to blink, as Veronica was quickly at Tootie's back and thrusting her hand underneath the flesh!

"NO!" Vicky yelled, racing towards her now screaming sister. In a heartbeat, Veronica violently yanked her blood soaked hand out of Tootie's back, and holding a chunk of her spinal chord.

Tim bolted forward and caught his wife, as she collapsed and died in his arms. Vicky ran as fast as she could after a fleeing, yet cackling Veronica, squeezing off rounds from the Desert Eagle that missed their mark by mere centimeters.

"No, come here Tootie. Let me take a look." he said rapidly, his hand dipping obscenely into his wife's mortal wound, sickened at the almost black blood coating his hand. "Come on babe, not like this. Not like this. We have to raise Tammy and Tommy together, like you said in Georgia." he pleaded, stroking her matted hair. However, he could already tell she wasn't breathing. "No, no, no. Oh God please no. Toot. Tiff. Tiffany?!"

He clutched his wife to his chest as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He cradled her head against his shoulder, and wrapped his arms lovingly around her one last time.

"TIFFANY!" he cries into the night.

A/N: Read and Review. Yes, Veronica has finally gotten half of what her black heart has desired: Tootie's destruction. Coming up next: Tim makes a very rash, heat of the moment decision, and one final showdown between two hunters and one demon. Thank you again to everyone who has followed this story to this point.