Hey, I've come across some stranger shit- But this beats the cake! What kind of shit was this sheriff running here?

Lincoln had kicked what he thought was a sick cannibal down the stairs, seeing and hearing her body tumble down. She moaned and cried, yelling for meat. "This isn't supposed to be hard!"

Already, Heather had been sinking her teeth into his leg, which led to her landing down to the bottom. It raised a hell lot of questions, but if needed to, he'd go and try to fend her off- And the bullet hole had yet to be patched up after the extraction. He hadn't the right tools, and led poisoning was still a thing. "Grgh..."

Heather, in her black dress, rolled back up to her feet and began moving up the stairs, sharp teeth revealed, but barely due to the dim lightbulb on the top. "I'm coming... I'm coming for you, my sweet!"

And Lincoln dared to defy Heather's carnivorous state, making a powered jump from the stairs, ramming right into her, rocketing back to the bottom. This time, Lincoln added more blows unto Heather, not hesitating to hurt her, despite being an obvious minor. "What is he to you?!"

"What is who to me?" Heather became dizzy from the sound, staying still, facing the ceiling with her hands stretched wide out. "Owie, do you like hurting little girls?"

"Little girls?" Lincoln supported himself with a knee. "Little girls do not go biting strangers' legs! You are no normal female. You gonna tell me who you are?"

"I'M FUCKING HUNGRY, SNOW-HAIRED MAN!" Heather freakishly shouted, drooling away like some rabid animal. "STAY STILL!"

Lincoln rushed around the basement and found himself a sledgehammer, swinging it when Heather advanced fast and swiftly, hitting her in the face. He almost felt bad about it, but this girl was being too... Psychopathic. Could this really be justified, or did he go overboard? What did it matter anyway? He was deep in trouble with the law as it was, as Matthews had made it.

Heather fell to the side, bleeding mercilessly from her face. The head of the sledgehammer also being stained in her blood. Lincoln let the head clank to the ground, dragging it against the cement floor as he approached her. "Are you done being stupid?"

"OW! OW, YOU KNOCKED OUT A TOOTH!"

"All that, and just one?!" Lincoln stammered. "Next time, I'll go for more."

"A-a-a-and you didn't even hesitate to hurt me!" Heather wailed. "You're a madman!"

"Says the cannibal," Lincoln hissed. "A child freak like you belongs in a mental institution. Fucking child services won't help you like this!"

Heather covered the ugly portion of her face, the one side where her skin was bloodied up, going red and purple at the same time. The layer of blood had done her in, and the tooth she claimed had been knocked clean out, fiddled in between her fingers for show. Amazing how that didn't kill her or have her out cold at the very least. The little girl had more to her than being a mere man-eater.

"How are you still standing?"

"Look at you and that fucking bullet inside you!" Heather breathed hard, still persistent on eating. "I don't understand why it wasn't a headshot, but I appreciate this fun we're having!"

Slowly, Lincoln had begun to notice the bones behind Heather- A messy pile of them nearly hidden from the light. Her victims, and that made the sheriff a literal accomplice. Suddenly- My heart started pounding faster than I could track. All of this has gotten too scary for my taste, and naturally, it got me spooked. I was not in the game of fighting tough-as-nails female cannibals.

"HEATHER!" The Russian accent that rang from the top of the staircase could only belong to Aleksei Rostovich. "NEED THAT MAN, DO NOT BE EATING HIM!"

"...What, why?!" Heather had taken her hand off her hand and cursed Rostovich with a middle finger. "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"

The Russian man, a bulking man of almost a full six feet, descended calmly with a Dragunov sniper rifle, modded with a suppressor. "As a heart attack! He is needed alive, ge-ruhl."

"What the fuck for?!" Heather scratched at her neck in retaliation. "But I'm hungry! I'm starving, I need another fresh body, not another rotting corpse from the morgue!"

"Fat pig deal with it," Rostovich brushed away, "is not my problem! Go see for help!"

"Guh- God, you're a useless spic!" Heather insulted, crying her way from the basement, stomach greatly growling.

"As for you-" Rostovich jammed the sniper rifle to Lincoln's head. "You come quietly or die- Make call."

I left the steel mill with Sprocket-3- And just where was that device at? Right on my back, tucked underneath, and I've only just remembered it. Tell me I'm not s dumbass, I dare you.

Lincoln raised his hands in the air, feigning surrender. "Have it your way, boss."

Hello, soldier-for-hire! It'll be an honor breaking your neck-

Lincoln ducked down and took out the Sprocket-3 device, swinging it upwards Rostovich's chin, making his head bob upward as hard as the strike could deal. The device shattered at hand, forcing Lincoln to let go of the remains. Secondly, the rifle had come loose out of the Russian's grip, falling right for Lincoln to catch it and turn it on him. Or maybe I'll save me the time.

And shot Rostovich right in the face just the one time, splattering blood and brain over the basement floor and walls. He faced back up, presented with the challenge in the form of Cannibal Girl again. Accursed Cannibal Girl and her high bloodlust, having been told to tend to Wheete-Glass. Here was the compromise Lincoln quickly thought of. Armed with the sniper rifle, he confidently rushed up and found Heather trying to wake up the sheriff, blowing air into his face like crazy up until she had become face-red. "Hey!"

Heather had quite a jump scare from this. "Ahh! Oh, you!"

"How hungry are you?!"

"I'll swallow your fingers!" A bullet ran past Heather's left ear, the gunshot ringing so heavily in her eardrums. "AGH!"

"I'll have you all the food you can get, starting with him!" Lincoln pointed to the unconscious sheriff. "You work for me now, and I can give you all the work with a better pay!"

Heather ran a hand onto her legs, rubbing the edge of her clit. "Hmmm... I'm sick and tired of being fucked by this guy..." She did admit, contemplating the new offer. "He's the only one who's given me a home and brought me human meat... Bodies for my body-"

"Come with me," Lincoln insisted. "I have no mind to touch or rape or whatever is done to you here. Take him and follow me, I need to torture him-"

"B-b-but food-"

Told her the Russian merc was dead down there- And she ran at full force to claim dinner, and the way she moved, how fast she moved- Don't ever starve Cannibal Girl or she'd rip your throat out when she sees you down the street. Whatever the hell happened to her, I cared a little less, but I was happy in general to have this advantage. A living weapon who displayed some freaky-deaky pain intolerance. Seriously, how can she still be standing after I swung the sledgehammer?! That's... That's fucking amazing.

Heather came back to Lincoln, her whole mouth smeared of foreign blood. "If that wasn't the best meal... I thank you kindly for this, stranger."

"Does that mean-?"

"You have my allegiance," Heather nodded, grabbing Wheete-Glass by his tank top. "I'm not walking."

Lincoln scavenged the house for car keys, and promptly headed out. "How do you feel about grand theft auto?"

"The... Games?" Heather confusingly asked.

Idiot...

"Hurry, I don't need this place swarming!"

Heather tossed herself and the sheriff in the backseat as Lincoln started the cop cruiser. "I've never been in the backseat before!"

"Buckle up!"

Cannibal Girl took the knife out of the sheriff's leg, literally licking the blade for the blood, and then sniffed all around the blood. No, I haven't forgotten about the bullet wound in me, and I hadn't stopped bleeding yet, but here, I finally thought to apply pressure- And then I had alrrady begun feeling lightheaded. Blood loss. Shit. Drove back to the steel mill this way, and by driving back, I meant-

Lincoln crashed the car into the building, and Heather flew forward into the metal grate cover, breaking her nose now. "YEOW! BAD FUCKING DRIVER!"

Lincoln opened the door and fell back first onto the dirt. N-no, I'm sure as hell not dying this way. Fucking Rostovich, fucking-

"Hey-" Remender and Jennings had come out to inspect the noise, both alarmed to find Lincoln lying on the ground, bleeding out. "Get him up! Come on, Dale!"

Heather punched the window to shatter it and helped herself out, opening the door from the handle. She exited the car and dragged Wheete-Glass out, throwing him to the dirt. "Hey, you can't die on me yet, snow-hair!"

"Hey, who the fuck are you? And why are you bloody?!" Jennings was one sight away from vomiting.

"Take..." Lincoln bobbed his head down. "Take it out!"

"Oh, God- You've been shot!" Remender yelled in realization.

"TAKE THE BULLET OUT OF ME!"

"We're- We're not surgeons!"

Heather faced Lincoln and dug two fingers into the bullet hole, the nails connecting to the fragment. Blood gushed out harder as Remender and Jennings kept Lincoln held upside on his feet. "Keep him still!"

"We're trying!"

Lincoln screamed greatly during the quick extraction. "DON'T YOU GET ANY FUNNY IDEAS!"

"I'VE ALREADY EATEN!" Heather screeched back in a high-pitch. "GOT IT!"

"WHY IS THE SHERIFF HERE?!" Jennings had noticed Wheete-Glass at long last. "OH, GOD, WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE, JERRY?!"

"SHUT UP AND FIND A RAG!" Lincoln howled over him.

"YOU GUYS ARE LIKE BABIES!" Heather insulted. "STOP YELLING AT EACH OTHER!"

"DALE, GO FIND ONE!" Remender ordered.

Heather took Wheete-Glass into the steel mill after Jennings. "You are all noisy, I'm outta here!"

Lincoln had trouble staying awake, fading out. Blinking. Fading. Weary of it all.

No... I need- I need-

And he could have sworn he saw Chloe again, just for a faint second. Chloe... Where was she now?

Cuh-Chloe...

They closed.

Why am I...-?

American Albino, Chapter V: Extraction

AN: Fast chapter, and Lincoln's won one small battle- And lost another. I spare no shortage of Gloom.