Dirtbag X

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PROLOGUE
It was a cold, gray October morning. Daniel Thorn stared out his rainy bedroom window with the most empty expression. He's waiting for the school bus. Daniel glared at the school bus as it pulled up to his house. Today marked the fifth day in a row where his foster parents didn't make breakfast for him. His foster parents in general are very unsupportive of him and are borderline abusive. They also pretend he doesn't exist. Not only that, he also has to deal with school; where he's unpopular and is a target for bullying. But it's not like he's got a choice. Daniel has grown numb to everything.
He feels nothing.
Daniel put on his backpack and headed out the door -- not saying a word to his foster parents and siblings. The school bus's yellow lights beamed through the hazy mist and shallow rain. The doors to the bus opened. Daniel stepped in. A bunch of students were talking to each other, the usual. Daniel didn't have any friends, so he always sat by himself. He went near the back and took a seat. The doors closed and the bus took off. Daniel continued what he was doing at home; staring out a misty rain soaked window, thinking about who knows what.
He overheard two guys behind him talking about a cult. "You know, hearing about Justin's cult makes me want to try out witchcraft." One of the guys said. "Yeah, Justin's the coolest kid in school. That 'Cult of the Brotherhood' meet up he plans this Halloween sounds like a lot of fun!" the other guy said. Daniel didn't give a reaction to what he just heard. He still blankly stared out the the foggy bus window like he heard nothing out the ordinary. 15 minutes later the bus rolled up to the education house of imprisonment; where its victims are forced endure over half a dozen hours of useless knowledge. This is where Daniel and every other soul around his age in town were sent every weekday. School.
After several grueling hours dedicated to algebra and physics, it was time for music class. It was the music teacher's final day at the school. Mr. Kenzou was a senior Japanese man, a very wise and humble guy. He gave the class a lecture about how melodies work, then gave a speech thanking everyone and reflecting his time at the school. The students shook his hand as they all walked out of class. Daniel, however, seemed to pay no attention to anything that was going on. His eyes were glued to a piece of yellow he was scribbling on.
All the students had already walked out. Mr. Kenzou walked over to Daniel's desk with his arms crossed. He stood there for a moment, watching Daniel scribble on his paper as he payed no mind to Mr. Kenzou. Mr. Kenzou casually swiped the paper away from Daniel's desk. Daniel titled his head up to Mr. Kenzou, as he studied Daniel's paper. There were no sentences or words. Just strange symbols. One of the symbols was a Thurisaz, the symbol of thorn. A symbol with various meanings, good and bad.
"Strange music sheet you have here!" Mr. Kenzou joked, putting the paper back on the desk. Daniel gave Mr. Kenzou a blank stare, before picking his pencil back up and drawing more odd symbols. "You know Daniel, I can tell your soul is in a dark place. I can tell you've been through a lot. I can tell things for you are rough. You can't really process it. You've grown numb to the pains of this world. You don't know what to do with yourself. Deep down you're angry. I can see it in your soul." Mr. Kenzou theorized.
Daniel lowered his pencil and slowly titled his head up to Mr. Kenzou as he put his hands on his desk. "Oh Daniel... your eyes are so dark. They're devoid of emotion and heart, in a body with a fading soul. I'm sorry you had to come down to this." Mr. Kenzou commented. Kenzou took his hands off the desk and walked to the end of the room, where a samurai sword hung on the wall. Daniel looked back down at his paper and continued scribbling symbols. That's when Mr. Kenzou lifted the sword off the wall and charged at Daniel with it.
Mr. Kenzou removed the sleeve from the blade and and pointed it inches away from Daniel's nose. Daniel stared directly at the tip of the blade. Kenzou let out a short chuckle and thrust the blade back into its sleeve. "This samurai blade is over 400 years old. It was often used as a tool of revenge. A lone samurai would take vengeance on those who wronged them with this weapon. Many men have fell victim to it." Kenzou explained. Daniel as usual, gave him blank stare. But he was listening. Kenzou took the blade out of its sleeve and began studying it. "Some say these blades are possessed by the spirits of those who were killed by them. But this one... this is one is said to be possessed by only one spirit. One not of any man on Earth... but an entity of vengeance the possesses the user who lives and dies by the blade." Kenzou explained some more.
The blade was put back in its sleeve once more. "You know, Daniel... I think you have a warrior's spirit. You're a man of few words, which is perfect for a strong warrior. I think you have it in you." Mr. Kenzou said. Daniel just stared at Kenzou with his head slightly tilted, still not saying a word. "Here. I want you to have it." Mr. Kenzou said, handing over the samurai blade. Daniel didn't grab it, so Kenzou just set it on the desk. Daniel stared at it, then picked it up with both hands. "It was a pleasure, Daniel. I hope your warrior spirit can battle through this difficult world. Let the blade be a reminder that you can do it." Kenzou walked away and started to a guitar case standing up by a shelve full of instruments. He grabbed it and brought it over to Daniel.
He opened the empty guitar case. "You might want to put it in here. Wouldn't want you to be caught just causally carrying it around." Kenzou suggested. Daniel set the blade in the guitar case, followed by Mr. Kenzou closing it and flipping the locks back in place. Daniel put his pencil and strange paper in his backpack and headed over to the door with Mr. Kenzou. Kenzou took a bow. "Daniel, it's been an honor." he said followed by him putting his hand out for a handshake. Daniel stared at Kenzou's hand, then his face, then back to his hand. Daniel slowly reached out his hand and gave him a handshake. Mr. Kenzou opened the door to let Daniel out. "起死回生" he spoke as Daniel stepped out. "Wake from death and return to life!" Mr. Kenzou exclaimed, translating what he had said.
Daniel stepped outside the school with his large guitar case containing his secret weapon. It was still chilly out; still raining a bit too. The school bus pulled up. Daniel headed in and as usual took a seat near the back, on the right side. He put his guitar case in the seat to the left of him. Dozens of students flooded in the bus, ready to be taken home. Some of them were Justin Baker's friends.
Justin, much like Daniel, was put into foster care at an early age. He doesn't know anything about his family, or how he came up really. Nobody knows when he was born. But they do know where. Salem, Massachusetts, the most witchcraft heavy town in America. Years later he was adopted by a wealthy Connecticut family. Spoiled, and having lots of disposable income, Justin's able to throw cool parties around the holidays. He even gives cash to students he deems worthy. For that, his popularity in school quickly grew, with many thinking Justin is the coolest guy in school. However, he's a inconsiderate jerk to the unpopular kids. Since people look up to him, they bully kids that Justin's made snarky comments about. Ever since Justin found out where he was born, he's taken an interest in witchcraft and cults. This Halloween he plans to throw an epic occult ceremony, with all of his orbiters being invited.
"Hey dorky got a friend! About time!" Justin's friend Kyle teased at Daniel, making fun of him for having his guitar case propped beside him. Kyle wore a white t-shirt and had a bandana on his head, Daniel glared back at Kyle, (who was sitting two seats away on the left side of the bus), then back to the floor in front of him. "Bro he's probably got a corpse in there or something." Bryan, another one of Justin's friends chimed in. Kyle and Bryan laughed like two good ole friends. "I didn't know dorky was into necrophilia." Kyle joked. "Eaaugh..." Bryan scoffed in disgust. Daniel still blankly stared at the ground, paying no mind to the two jerks. "You know, we could use that corpse in there as a sacrifice for the ceremony this weekend." Bryan jokingly suggested. "Good idea!" Kyle chimed back.
Daniel still didn't react, but he did cock his head towards the window. "The little dirt bag doesn't want to feed the troll, huh?" Kyle questioned. "He's just as worthless as a back of dirt. The same personality as one too." Bryan rudely said. "His silence just pisses me off. What the hell's wrong with that kid?" Kyle wondered. "Why does he even have that guitar case? I've never once seen him play an instrument." Bryan observed. "You're right. He's definitely got something in there. It's time we straighten this punk out." Kyle said, having enough of Daniel' silence.
Kyle and Bryan got up and sat right behind Daniel. "So dickwad, you gonna talk or what?" Kyle threatened. "What's in the case? We know you don't play any instruments, asswipe." Bryan barked. Daniel's blank expression turned into an angry one. Kyle reached for the guitar case. Daniel grabbed it and yanked it out of Bryan's grip. That's when Bryan smacked Daniel in the back of the head. Kyle lunged forward for the guitar case. Daniel didn't even try to grab it. But he had enough. He was fed with these jerks. He had it with everything.
Daniel, with all his might, elbowed Kyle's arm. Kyle dropped the guitar case and groaned in pain. Bryan punched Daniel in the back of the head. "Effing brat!" Bryan cursed. He shouldn't have done that. Like a volcano, Daniel erupted. He quickly got up and turned around facing the bullies. He dug his hand into Bryan's face and grabbed a hold of him by the shirt. Bryan tried fighting Daniel off him, but his grips were too strong. Kyle punched Daniel in the face, but he didn't seemed to be phased. Daniel moved his hands up to Bryan's hair, gripping a tight hold. He then viciously slammed Bryan's face into the bus window repeatedly.
"Let him go asshole!" Kyle choked in shock at what he was seeing, trying to fight Daniel off. Bryan was bleeding from the mouth and nose, with blood all over the window. The kids on the bus were equally in shock, with one girl even shrieking at the horror. Some got their phones out and began recording. The window was all cracked and bloody, and getting worse by the second, as with Bryan's face. Bryan had already been knocked out cold at this point. The bus driver called for security then got up to try and stop Daniel's reign.
"Let go of him!" the bus driver shouted. Daniel ignored their orders and carried on with destroying Bryan's face. The bus driver, along with Kyle, tried pulling Daniel off of Bryan. Two school security men walked in as this happened. The quickly rushed over to the bloody scene. The bus window cracked more and more as Bryan's face kept smashing into it. "Let go! Let go!" the school security shouted, demanding Daniel stop his brutality. The bus driver and Kyle were still trying to it as well, with Kyle repeatedly bunching Daniel in the head while pulling on his jacket.
CRASH!
The window had finally broke, shattering into a hundred pieces. Daniel, still resisting the people pulling on him, grabbed Bryan's shoulder and back and chucked him out the window with great strength. That's when the security finally got a hold of Daniel and detained him. Kyle launched profanity at him while he was being dragged away. "Dirtbag!" was the last word Daniel heard Kyle shout to him as he was dragged off the school bus.
Cops arrived shortly thereafter and arrested Daniel Thorn. He was expelled from school and put in the county jail, facing charges for the aggravated assault of Bryan Hoagland. Bryan was immediately taken to the hospital for treatment of his injuries. He suffered a bruised and cut up face, a broken nose, swollen shut eyes, and cracked and missing teeth. After two weeks Bryan was released from the hospital, losing use of his right eye. Meanwhile Daniel was detained for a similar amount of time. He was released on October 30th, sentenced to five years of probation and 100 hours of community service. This was suppose to be his final school year, but due to his expelling, he had to go back next school year.
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AFTERMATH
Before Daniel's foster parents picked him up from jail, they sent his young foster brother to stay at his grandpa's farm until they figured out what to do with Daniel. This was the grandpa's idea, which was discussed in a painful phone call with Mrs. Willburg, the foster mother of Daniel.
"You're a whore of a mother, you know that?" Grandpa Will said scolding his daughter. "Dad I will not have talk to me like that! I will hang up right now." Mrs. Willburg replied. "This is is your fault, just admit it. You're can't raise a damn child for the the life of you. Like I told you years ago, this foster bullshit was a terrible idea!" Grandpa Will barked. "Dad, I'm going to hang up if you're going to continue to talk to me like this." Mrs. Willburg threatened. "Well shit, why else have your kids turned out like this? Hunter doesn't want to do anything productive over here, always resisting me. Your other boy got away from you not too long ago, and look at him, he's much better without you and that spineless loser you call a husband. To hell with you and this family!" Grandpa Will barked some more before Mrs. Willburg finally hung up the call.
Despite the phone call being sour, they decided to let Hunter stay with Grandpa Will for his own safety. They were going to get Daniel from jail now. Daniel sat in the back seat, not uttering a word. The Willburgs tried communicating with him, but no luck. They degraded him, calling him a "disappointment of a child", threatening to emit him to a mental asylum, and how he was a threat to the their other foster children. They eventually arrived home and led Daniel to his room. There was nothing in it except a mattress laying flat on the creaky wooden floor. His foster dad shoved him in there and locked the door from the outside. They installed locks on the door while he was in jail. "I hope you're happy with yourself. Maybe this will give you time to think and reconsider everything up to this point. We'll soon figure out what to do with you." Daniel's foster dad said sternly through the bolted door.
Daniel sat on the bare mattress, staring out the window like he usually did. He was thinking about what happened to his guitar case that contained the samurai blade. He wondered if it was returned to Mr. Kenzou, or if it was just thrown out. Daniel was a husk of a human being with no feelings toward the world. But something awakened inside him on the fateful day at school where he was given the samurai blade by Mr. Kenzou, followed by his viscous beating of Bryan. He, for the first time in years, felt something. Excitement and anger. Exciting of being graciously gifted a samurai blade and angry at the school bullies on the bus. The foundation of Daniel's husk was cracking. An egg that's a about to hatch if you will. But what will become of this hatchling? Locked in his room with only a bare mattress, Daniel spent the rest of the night staring out the window and thinking. Thinking lots.
The next morning. It was officially Halloween. Daniel's foster dad unlocked the door to Daniel's room and slid the plate of breakfast across the floor. Breakfast leftovers, which were half a piece of bacon and a handful of scrambled eggs. His foster parents didn't think much of feeding him, giving him scraps only a dog sitting by the dinner table would eat. Hours later there was a knock at his door. He peered his head up, hearing the locks from outside clinking and unlatching, unlocking one by one. The door then swung open, emitting a loud creaking sound. "Daniel, you have a visitor." his foster mother stated. A man holding the guitar case stepped into the doorway.
"Thank you Mrs. Willburg. I would like to have a word Daniel in private if you don't mind." Mr. Kenzou plead to Daniel's foster mother. Mrs. Willburg allowed it and stepped out of the doorway. Daniel was sitting on the edge his mattress, still staring out the window. "Daniel, I heard about what happened. The authorities gave me back the guitar case after you were detained. I'm here to return it to you at once." Mr. Kenzou explained. Daniel turned his head in Mr. Kenzou's direction. Kenzou walked toward Daniel. He placed the guitar case on the edge of the mattress and opened it. He picked up not a guitar, but the samurai blade with both hands -- showing it to Daniel. Mr. Kenzou smiled. Daniel's eyes locked on to the blade.
"I'm not mad at you for what you did. Like I had said before... You have the spirit of a warrior. You stood up to yourself. You didn't kill him, you didn't even use this blade to defeat him. That's admirable, Daniel, it really is." Mr. Kenzou spoke. Daniel's eyes darted to Mr. Kenzou's face then back to the sword. "Hang this blade on your wall. Let it be a reminder that you are a warrior. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Mr. Kenzou positively spoke some more. Daniel still didn't say a word, but he was listening. "Well, I have to go now. Hide the sword under your mattress if you think your parents will have a problem with it. I hope you'll be able to pull yourself out of this trench you've got yourself in. Be strong, warrior." Mr. Kenzou said, shutting the guitar case lid, then walking off.
"Mrs. Willburg, Daniel is a trouble mind. But his spirit... It's that of a warrior. He did what he did to stand up for himself. Respect him a little more." Mr. Kenzou said to Mrs. Willburg in the hall. Mrs. Willburg let out a sigh. "Thanks for coming, Mr. Kenzou." She said, letting him out the front door. "My pleasure." he said, then walking to his car. Mrs. Willburg watched him drive off before going back into the house to the lock Daniel's door. She was shocked to find, however, that Daniel was not there in his room...
...He was in his bathroom. Relieved, Mrs. Willburg shut the door then locked the door locks and walked away. Out from the shadows, Daniel pulled the sword from under his mattress and stared at it for about an hour. It was the only thing he could do, really. His head perked up when he heard the family van's motor start, following by the sounds of the muffler getting quieter in the distance. Mrs. Willburg must've left to go somewhere. Daniel got up from the mattress, blade in hand. He stared at his old wooden door for a few seconds then began relentlessly stabbing it. Along with a few kicks, he was able to knock the door down to the floor.
Daniel was home alone, and free from his prison. After hours of thinking throughout the day, Daniel decided it was time to escape. Despite his lack of emotion, inside he was becoming more and more fed up with his surroundings. He tries to numb the pain, but it's getting harder and harder for him to repress this deep anger bellowing from beneath his darkened heart. Treated like a monster; locked-up and caged, deemed harmful to his foster brother, making him go stay at his foster grandfather's house until they figured out what to do with Daniel. Maybe it was time for him to stop being everyone's punching bag.
Daniel headed to the kitchen and crafted some materials to help keep his blade strapped by on his belt. After that he opened the drawer that contained Mr. Willburg's childhood knives. There were about a dozen of so, ranching anywhere from 5 - 8 inches in length. He grabbed all the knifes and strapped them to his belt with the help of some string and wire hanger. He then made his way to the backdoor, exiting the Willburg's. The sounds of crickets could be heard in the brush could be heard as he stepped outside, facing the vast wilderness of dying tress in front of him. It chilly and grey, and a bit misty too, like it had been all October. Daniel never felt more alive. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He could feel the tingling sensation of excitement all over. But it wasn't a "happy" kind of excitement. It's more like what certain creature feels right before they hatch from an egg. Daniel was hatching into his new self.
The knifes rattled and clanged with each step Daniel took. He was heading for the cornfield across the street. The crops were down, but some of the scarecrows were still left up. He reached out with one of the dagger knifes and ripped off the rough, scratchy material attached to from scarecrows' faces, along with some rope. He put the raggedy material over his head like a mask and poked an oddly shaped hole in it so he could see. He tied the rope around his neck slightly in order to keep his new homemade mask from falling off. He headed back to the Willburg's backyard and faced the backwoods again. The trees, cold and numb with no signs of life. Just like Daniel. He traversed through the woods for about 15 minutes before taking a seat on a large rock next to a stream. The egg was just about to hatch.
Daniel began carving the name "Dirtbag" into each and every one one of the daggers he had. A rush of thoughts and memories flooded his head as he did this. He remembered the time the Willburg's stayed out on a ranch in Colorado when he was about six years old. A fellow Native American was teaching Mr. Willburg and Daniel's foster brother Mike how to knife toss. When they all went inside, Daniel picked up the knifes and began knife tossing himself. He recalled landing one dead center of a target. Though, he was punished and grounded for this incident. After carving the name, he flung the dagger at an adjacent tree. With great speed it was lodged in the skin of the thin tree.
Daniel then began thinking about all the people in his life who thought little of him. He thought about the story of the samurai blade... and how he has an apparent warrior spirit. Daniel was starting to think he was about to find a meaning to life, a day he's been longing for since as a child. Daniel carved his new alias into the remaining dagger and tucked it away into his belt. Just then, he heard footsteps come from behind him. He sat on the rock, listening carefully. "Who is that?" he heard a voice in the near distance say. Daniel slightly turned his head to the left as the steps got closer.
"Hey asshole! Go trick or treat somewhere else, will ya?" a guy shouted from behind. Daniel got up and slowly turned around. He saw two guys in black cloaked robes with their hoods down. The guy who shouted at him had bushy, curly red hair, while his friend had a plain black haircut. They appeared to be from his high school. "Chill Jake, he might be retarded." his friend joked. They both laughed. Daniel continued to stare at them intently, but the only thing they could see was his menacing eye. "Look at this retard trying to act all tough. His outfit is so dorky it's pathetic!" Jake paraded some more. "Looks like a dumb church boy. Hey asshole! The church out here is no longer in service!" Jake's friend scoffed and babbled, making Jake chuckle. Daniel still, stood stiff as a statue, giving them a cold eye.
"Hurry up!" a voice shouted from the distance behind the two. "Let's not waste anymore time with this weirdo. Let's get back to the ceremony." The black haired kid said. "So long... Dirt bag!" Jake exclaimed, flipping the bird as he walked off. "So many effed up people in this town." the black haired kid commented as he walked away. Had Jake seen Daniel's carved knives and mocked the name for it? It's more likely he saw Daniel's strange raggedy, dirty bag of a mask and poked fun at him for it. But as Jake was heading away, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. He paused for a second due to the pain in his back shooting throughout his body. He then fell to the ground on his hands, bellowing in pain. A dagger with the name "DIRTBAG" had been launched into his back.
"Oh shit!" the black haired kid shrieked before running off, leaving his friend behind. Jake squirmed on the ground, in shock at what just happened. "Come back, asshole!" Jake shouted in pain. Daniel got up from the large rock and slowly walked toward his victim. He loomed over Jake's body, still glaring at him with his one cold eye. Jake tried getting up, but he plopped back to the ground from the pain. Daniel lifted his foot up and gently set it on the handle of the dagger stuck in Jake's back. Jake screamed in pain by the mere touching of the dagger. Before things got worse, a group of hooded figures rushed to the ghastly scene. The one in front was holding a lantern, illuminating the dusk-filled forest. Daniel titled his head up and stared at the mysterious figures. "Get him!" the front-most figure cried.
About eight or so hooded strangers in robes charged Daniel at once tackling him to the ground. Daniel tried to attack, but he struggled to break free from the bodies pinning him to the ground, with some even kicking him. One of the figures pulled his samurai sword out from the sleeve and was ready to stab Daniel with it. "STOP! Everybody, stop!" the center figure demanded. The figure holding the samurai sword lifted it down and the figures kicking him stopped. The center figure pulled his hood back, revealing it to be none other than Justin Baker. "Let's not kill this prick yet. Let's see who he is first!" Justin demanded. Two figures tried pulling the mask off, with one of them loosening the rope around his neck. After a small struggle, they were able to unmask... Daniel Thorn.
"Holy shit..." Bryan with his eye-patch uttered in disbelief. "I thought this psychotic bastard was locked away in the hole?!" Justin cried. "I think he was just released." a figure explained. Justin clenched his fists. "So you mean to tell me the first thing this dirt bag does after being released from jail is to kill my men and crash our ceremony?!" Justin questioned in anger before peering down at Daniel with a mean look. "You make me sick. Take him now!" Justin angrily ordered. The figures picked Daniel up by his arms and legs and carried him through the woods to the spot of the ceremony.
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CEREMONY
The crew arrived at the abandoned church in the middle of the woods. At this point it was completely dark out, with only the bright jack-o'-lantern illuminating the area, while cool October air chilled the bones of everyone there. Daniel was tied with thorns to a fence laying over a large, steep hole in the ground. His wrists and legs bled, perfect for witchcraft. Justin's goons even put the mask back on his head, this time sowing it to his neck with a row of thorns. Each of the thorns dug into Daniel's neck, causing some blood to leak out and making it near impossible for it be taken off now.
"Thank you, Daniel. Thank you for coming out here for making our ceremony ten times better. We now have a human sacrifice, meaning we're years ahead of schedule. The excitement I feel in my blood right now could make my heart explode, and just AH! This is just great. It really is!" Justin exclaimed, barely containing himself. Justin thinks a human sacrifice will be able to summon spirits -- something he didn't expect to happen so soon. He thinks once the sacrifice is complete, the spirits will be able to communicate through Daniel's corpse. Meanwhile, Jake laid on a wooden bench in terrible pain from his stab wound. "Jake, if you don't suck it up we'll sacrifice you too!" Justin joked, followed by everyone laughing.
After careful preparation, the sacrifice was ready to begin. The candles were placed and lit. The figures surrounded Daniel in a perfect circle. Justin cut his wrist, dripping his blood onto Daniel. He ordered his men to do the same, in which they did. Daniel was covered in the blood of everyone there, including his own. Justin then pulled out his book of the occult and started reading a passage from it. Light thunder could be heard from the sky, rare for a cold October night like this. Each member had to say a special seance before continuing.
"On this unholy night of All Hallows Eve -- the spirits of the other side - I ask for you, to come out -- come out and prey upon the flesh of the living - like maggots devouring a caucus -- arise from the pit and make yourselves known - from the heavens to the fires of hell - we ask of you - to come out and feast!" Justin read (from memory). He then puled out something. Daniel's samurai sword. He lifted it high in the air facing downwards, as thunder continued to roar through the sky. He kept it in place for a few seconds. He couldn't believe his dream was finally about to come to fruition. Justin let out a roar before finally impaling Daniel in the heart.
Suddenly a bolt of red lightning struck the sword, causing everyone to fall to the ground. Justin got up. He saw that Daniel's body was squirming erratically. "Yes, it's working! It's working!" Justin exclaimed, standing over Daniel's corpse. "The spirits! They're communicating through his body!" Justin exclaimed once more. Justin's men got up from the ground, including Jake, who was also excited. They were all dazed with amazement with what was taking place. "This is a once in a lifetime event happening right before our very eyes... We brought back the occult!" Justin dramatically stated, as Daniel's corpse twitched like crazy. "Everyone gather around! This is it!" Justin shouted, with a tear rolling down his cheek.
Daniel's limbs were each giving different movements. It was truly something freaky to behold. "Let's all thank Jake for finding this sacrifice and risking his life for it. I can't think of a more perfect victim... He's more worthless than a bag of dirt. Nobody likes him, so nothing of value was lost!" Justin rambled. They all continued to watch Daniel's body squirm and twitch around... until it suddenly stopped producing movement entirely.
They waited a good ten seconds. "Was that it?" one of his men questioned. "No, no, no! Just wait... the spirits shall continue." Justin reaffirmed. Then a minute past by. "The spirits probably don't want to mess with that d-bag's body." one of the guys joked. Justin brought his occult book back out, frantically flipping through the pages to see if everything was going according to plan. "Did you stab him in the heart?" a hooded figure asked. Justin lifted the book down from his face. "I... Yeah. I did!" Justin affirmed. "Well, you did something wrong." another hooded figure said. "No, no... it's just..." Justin stammered, lost for words, still trying to read through the book.
One of the guys hovered over Daniel's corpse, looking at where the sword impaled. "Just... I don't think you got him in the heart." Bryan said. Justin put down the book and gave Bryan a mean glare. "No. You're wrong!" Justin assured. "No... You're wrong!" Bryan snapped back. "What's the problem, Bryan? Still asshurt that this sack of dirt beat your face in?" Justin said angrily. The guys all just stood around, watching Justin and Bryan bark at each other as light thunder roared through the sky.
"You know how badly I wanted revenge on him, I should've done the stabbing! I would've got him in the heart, unlike you." Bryan proclaimed. "How about I poke your other eye out and chew on it like a Gusher?" Justin threatened. Bryan clenched his fists. "You know what, to hell with you! I'm getting my revenge on this dirt bag!" Bryan snapped. Bryan placed both hands on the samurai sword lodged into Daniel's chest. Suddenly, the arms of the corpse twitch vigorously, followed by the thorns snapping that were pinning it down. It's arms sprinted upwards, placing its hands over Bryan's. "AAAAHHHHHH!!" Bryan screamed in pain as it's hands squeezed Bryan's as hard as he could. "Oh shit!" one of the hooded guys cursed. It finally hatched. Dirtbag had been unleashed.
Bryan tried to free his hands from Dirtbag's painfully tight grip, but nothing would budge. Bryan's fingers began to crack, as the bones from inside started to break. "Somebody help! AHHHHH!" Bryan screamed, feeling the worst pain of his life. Th guys rushed over to help free Bryan from Dirtbag's grip of torture. They pulled on Bryan's shoulder, trying to get him off. But all this did was dislocate Bryan's left arm out of its socket as Dirtbag continued to break every bone in Bryan's hands. "Get off him! I think the spirits are trying to tell us something!" Justin demanded. "Screw you dude you're crazy!" Jake shouted. Jake limped over as fast as he could over to Bryan, holding the same dagger he was stabbed with, ready to stab Dirtbag's hands. Jake raised the dagger and struck down. Dirtbag released his grip, causing Jake to stab Bryan's hands instead.
"OH MY GOSH NO!" Jake shouted in surprise. Bryan's eyes nearly bulged out of his head from screaming so loud due to the unbearable pain he was in. His hands were broken and bleeding, arm bones pulled out of their sockets, and now there is a dagger impaling his now worthless hands. Bryan fell to the ground. Jake quickly tried helping him up. "You idiots are ruining ceremony! I hate you all!" Justin shouted at them upset. Dirtbag placed both hands on the base of the sword, pulling it out of his chest. He then rose up back first, staring everyone down. A few guys ran away at the sight of this. "Nope!" one of them said as they ran into the depths of the dark woods.
"Spirits?" Justin questioned. Dirtbag turned to Jake and some other guy trying to lift Bryan up from the ground. He leaned over and began stabbing Bryan's legs with the sword. "AHHHHHHhhhhHHHhhhhhHH!" Bryan horribly shrieked. A hooded guy tried attacking Dirtbag from behind. Dirtbag turned back and sliced their stomach open with the samurai blade, causing them to fall to the ground. Jake and the other guy got scared and stopped trying to help Bryan off his feet. The other guy took off and hid in the church. "Spirits! Why must you destroy my men?!" Justin asked standing a few feet away. Dirtbag turned away from him and faced Jake, who was whimpering in fear before deciding to finally run off.
However, due to the bloody pain in his back, he couldn't get far. Dirtbag got up and went for him, digging the blade into the spot in Jake's back he had stabbed earlier, impaling his chest in the process. Dirtbag ripped the blade out, causing some blood to splatter out. Jake fell to the ground dead. Dirtbag picked up his body and tossed it onto Bryan -- who was still alive, desperately trying to cling on to life. Dirtbag had enough of Bryan's constant screaming, so he grabbed Jake's corpse face and began slamming it repeatedly into Bryan's. Jake and Bryan's faces were soaked in gashes and blood. Bryan let out his last whimpers before Dirtbag raised the sword into the air and stabbed into the back of Jake's skull, which traveled downwards into Bryan's face, impaling both of their skulls at the same time. Dirtbag pulled forward with the sword with all his might, causing their heads to snap off their spines.
The bloody decapitated heads of Jake and Bryan were on Dirtbag's sword like a shish kabob. Almost everyone had ran away at this point, except for Justin, who just stood there watching in horror. He didn't know what to do. "I... I didn't know I would summon such a violent spirit!" Daniel cried. Dirtbag just blankly stared at him with the exposed eye hole on his raggedy thorn covered mask. "Please spirit... Stop this terror! I beg for mercy! I am no match for the dead!" Justin begged and pleaded. Dirtbag stared at him for a few more seconds before pulling his sword back and swinging it like a baseball bat, causing Bryan's decapitated head to fling in Justin's direction, where he accidentally catches the head. Justin stared at the bloody head in shock and horror. He knew what he had to do now. It was the only thing he could do. Justin let out a scream of terror before running deep into the woods at full speed. Dirtbag had reigned supreme. But he wasn't done yet.
Two of Justin's men, Tyler and Curtis, were running through the woods. Up ahead they could see the endless sea of trees was coming to an end. A few more feet and they stumbled out of the brush, and landed on the grass on the side of a rural road. It was chilly and completely dark out. The two were shaken up by the terror they had witnessed. They laid on the grass for a minute to catch their breath, until headlights from afar appeared into view. As it got closer, they could see a multi-colored bar atop of the car. It was a police car.
The two darted toward the road, jumping up and down to try and get the cop car to stop. The car slowed down and pulled up to the two, followed by the driver-side window rolling down. "What's the matter?" the officer, named Hobbs, asked. Still out of breath and frightened, Tyler and Curtis frantically tried to explain the horror that just transpired. "There's this-- This-- Uh uh, our friends-- H-he got up a-a-and-- Killed them! Stabbed them-- They're dead!" "You two aren't pullin' my leg are ya'?" Officer Hobbs asked, skeptical. "No, no, no, no no, no! Please, y-you gotta help!" Curtis pleaded. "Alright then. I'll go out and look. But I'm gonna ask you two to comply with me and get in the back seat. Police protocol." Hobbs demanded. The two didn't have a choice, so they complied. 
Officer Hobbs patted them down, finding pocket knifes in their pockets. "Please! D-don't go back there! H-he's still there! Just get us away!" Tyler cried as Hobbs handcuffed the two and put them in the backseat. "Look - If I find anything I'll call for backup. I've got a gone that can stop whatever lunatic is in those woods. Alright? I'll be back." Officer Hobbs said before shutting the car door. He took a deep breath, then ventured out into the dark woods, flashlight and gun in hand.
It took him about a minute, but he finally came upon the scene. The dozens of candles were still burning. He walked around, shining his light around the cold ground. He then felt his foot pressed against something. It almost felt like a football, but more bumpy. He shined the flashlight down to reveal what it was. He jumped back in horror. It was Bryan's decapitated head. "Good lord!" Hobbs exclaimed to himself. He pressed on his walkie-talkie and demanded backup get here immediately. The adrenaline finally kicked in, and the chill of fear ran over him. "Police! If you're still out here, make yourself known!" Hobbs shouted, swerving his flashlight and gun back and forth. He waited. That's when a loud cough echoed through the air. It sounded like it came from the church.
Officer Hobbs was shaking a little. He started his way to the abandoned church. That's when he came across more bloody horror. Jake and Bryan's headless bodies on top of each other. Hobbs gagged, ready to throw up. He quickly shined his flash light away and jogged forth to the church. He then came across another body, with a large slice in its stomach. Their face was lifeless and cold. Another cough, this time faint could be heard. Hobbs ran into the church, shining his light into the creepy darkness. "Police!" Hobbs shouted into the church. Another cough. He followed in its direction. He walked down a walkway with wooden church fences on both sides. He began to hear violent breathing as he got close to the source. He shined his flashlight between two church benches on the left side, where he saw him.
A young man in a black rob was choking on his own blood, coughing for air. His throat appeared to have been slit. He darted his eyes down to stare at Hobbs, where he choked out "D-d-d-... Dirtbag..." His eyes fell back upwards and let out a long breath. His final breath. Hobbs stared at the now dead body in shock. He darted his light to the main church wall, where he saw strange symbols painted in blood. At this point Hobbs is paralyzed in fear. In his 20 years of police service he never seen anything like it. This was by far the creepiest and scariest night of his life. He called for backup again, this time visibly shaken up. A sense of dread over came him and he charged for the entrance. That's when he saw another hooded guy... pinned to a cross with a row of thorns surrounding his head. Hobbs gasped and fled the building for his life. He ran through the dark woods, trying to get back to his car. He made it out on to the road, only to find his police car... was gone.
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INFERNO
Meanwhile, Justin was still running through the woods in a panic. He had been running for quite some time now. The woods seemed like it was never going to end. Nothing but dead tress... no living things in sight. The fear of death loomed on every branch. The air was cold, like when a body runs cold when it is no longer living. No light in sight, just pure darkness. The only smell was the scent of rotting flesh. It's like the forest had died. Possibly ready to take Justin with it... on the night of Hallows Eve, where the dead roams free. Justin feared if he stopped running, he would become one with the trees... trees planted with the seed of lost souls. He shouldn't be here. They're waiting to take him.
...
Justin's senses came back to him once he saw a small light in the distance. He was approaching the end of the woods. As he got closer, he could see a house. Not an abandoned one either. There were lights on from the inside. Justin made it out of the brush, where he stopped to vomit out all the fear that was inside him. After a minute he rushed up to the steps and frantically knocked on the door. "Helllp!" he cried. The door swung open, revealing a man holding a large kitchen knife.
"Please, don't hurt me! I need help, please!" Justin pleaded for his life. "Tom, put that down!" Mrs. Willburg demanded her husband. "Who are you?!" Mr. Willburg asked in a demanding voice. "Please-- I-I-I mean no harm-- There's-- There's this... Some psycho killed my friends!" Justin blurted out. Mrs. Willburg gasped. Mr. Willburg's eyes widened. "Who? WHO?!" Mr. Willburg demanded. "Oh my gosh! It wasn't Daniel, was it?!" Mrs. Willburg questioned. "D-Daniel? A-are you his parents are something?" Justin asked confused. "Foster parents." Mr. Willburg said with a stern.
"Yes it's him! It's him! Your son is possessed by demons! He's not even alive! He's a possessed corpse that's out for blood!" Justin tried explaining. Mrs. Willburg had the most horrified look on her face, but Mr. Willburg was more skeptical. "This is not funny, Daniel just ran away. You better not be messing with us pal. We just called the police too." he said. "I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth! We saw him in those woods!" Justin tried explaining some more. Mrs. Willburg put her hands over her mouth upon hearing this, then stared at her husband. "Listen I..." Mr. Willburg tried to say, until he saw something.
WOOP! WOOP!
Headlights from a police car shined onto the house. "Oh thank goodness!" Mrs. Willburg exclaimed. They all stared at the police car as it pulled onto the property. It looked like it was about to stop in front of the house, but it kept going. It drove pass the house. They all watched as it drove to the back of the house. Justin was let inside and they all headed for the kitchen so they could look out the back door. "What in the world are they doing?" Mrs. Willburg questioned. A car door opening and shutting could be heard. Mr. Willburg flipped the back door light on.
The cop car was parked by their little shack next to the woods. Moments later, the headlights shut off. They waited for a good minute, but nothing. "Should we go out there...?" Mrs. Willburg questioned once more. "Hmm... I dunno. I could've sworn I heard a car door open and close. You'd think they'd be out there, but I don't see anyone." Mr. Willburg stated. "Maybe they're waiting for us to go out there." Justin chimed in. "Hm. I guess I'll go check." Mr. Willburg finally declared, grabbing a flashlight from the kitchen table and heading out the back door.
"Hey!" he shouted, trying to get the cop's attention. "Anyone there?" No response. Mr. Willburg walked down the steps, shining his light around the eerie night, heading for the cop car. He stood by the car, looking around the area some more to see if there was anyone there. No one. And there were no lights on from the inside of the car. He knocked on the driver side window. "Hello?" Mr. Willburg called out. Still no response. That's when he decided to shine the flashlight inside the car. There... was nobody in the front seats. Mr. Willburg lifted his face from the window and began shining the light around the woodline.
"Hello?! Officer?! Please come out!" Tom shouted. Mrs. Willburg creaked the door open. "Honey I think you should come back inside. This is really freaking me out." Tom looked at his wife, then back to the police car, thinking. He was dumbfounded. The whole situation didn't make a lick of sense. The more time went on, the more dread swept over Tom. A pit was felt in his stomach as he grew more uneasy. Before going in, he shines the flashlight in the backseats. That's when Mr. Willburg saw Tyler and Curtis' bloodied corpses. He let out a terrified wail before making a mad dash to the back door.
"Lock the doors! All of them!" Mr. Willburg frantically demanded. "What's wrong, what's wrong?!" Mrs. Willburg questioned in a panicked. "Th-there's two dead bodies in the back of the vehicle!" Mr. Willburg announced out of breath. "Oh my gosh!" Mrs. Willburg let out as Mr. Willburg fumbled around the door locks. "Are you kidding me?! Go back out there, the officer needs help!" Justin demanded. "Wh-what?" Mr. Willburg questioned. "The cop is also probably a victim and need help!" Justin explained, followed by a thud from outside. It sounded like it came from the shed. Mr. Willburg looked out the back window. "Tom I'm scared!" Mrs. Willburg cried. "LOCK ALL THE DOORS AND WINDOWS!" Mr. Willburg exclaimed loudly. The three quickly did just that on the first floor. "We really need to go out there! Someone's probably hurt!" Justin expressed once more. "No way, not risking it!" Mr. Willburg stated as Mrs. Willburg dialed 911. Then there were knocks at the door.
The three stood still and looked at each other like deer in headlights. The knocking continued. The knocks sounded oddly calm. If there was a person injured and in need, they wouldn't be knocking so calmly, and they would possibly yell for help. Justin started to realize this. Something evil is going on. They were too afraid to go check the door. Mr. and Mrs. Willburg quietly opened the basement door. "Come on!" Mr. Willburg whispered. "No, I'll go hide upstairs!" Justin responded. The calm knocks continued. Mr. Willburg grabbed a kitchen knife and huddled into the basement and locked the door, while Justin scurried upstairs. He figured it would be safer up there. If someone dangerous were to come up there, he could jump out of a window or something. In the basement however, you have nowhere to run.
Mrs. Willburg was on the phone with the police. "Please, you gotta send somebody-- multiple people out here! Someone is trying to break into our house!" she distressingly said to the 911 operator. She stayed on the line to stay safer... but nothing could save her and them from this. Mrs. Willburg let out a loud shriek when the sound glass shattering could be heard. It got in. Mr. Willburg put his hand over her mouth, as they went to hide in a corner by some boxes near from behind the stairs. The thing was moving around up there... and it was making a strange sound.
Veerrrr... ... ... Veeerrr... ... ...
It was a faint revving like sound in short intervals. The slow footsteps and revving sound got closer and closer to the basement door. Then they stopped. Until the knocks. The knocks returned. This time at the basement door. As before, they were very mild and calm. The husband and wife's hearts were beating in full speed at this point, with Mrs. Willburg with tears in her eyes. They ignored the knocking as it continued. They had no idea what to do, except just hope that the thing would go away or hope that the police showed up. After a minute or so, the sound of footsteps could be heard moving away.
BANG!
But then basement door flew off the hinges and stumbled down the steps. The Willburgs both screamed at the horrific happening of this. Very faint moonlight poured into the basement, being the only source of light. The thing slowly made its way down the steps as the Willburgs were on the brink of losing their mind trying to figure out how to get out of this hellish situation. Mr. Willburg had the knife gripped in his hand, but just barely due to his body shaking. This was the most fearful moment of his entire life. Frozen in fear. Paralyzed as what to do. Fear just might be the death of the couple.
It made its way down the steps, finally reaching the basement door. It made another light revving sound. The brief moonlight in the room could vaguely make out a shape of the thing. It was humanoid, but it's face and head looked all fuzzy with long hairs growing out of it. It's arms were anything but human, resembling nothing they've ever seen on a person. The humanoid appeared to face the Willburgs. They could feel its eye on them. They could see a faint red glow where its eye would be. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!" Mr. Willburg shouted, gripping his crying wife. The thing continued to intently stare them down. Until the sounds of liquid pouring could be heard. They all looked to the stairs. Justin was pouring gasoline on the steps.
"Get out!" Justin shouts to the Willburgs. But they obviously couldn't, due to the thing being in the way. "We-we're trapped!" Mr. Willburg stammered. "Screw you, Daniel!" Justin shouts to the thing. "That's NOT Daniel!" Mr. Willburg shouts back. The thing revved its arm and began walking slowly to the Willburgs. "Oh gosh!" Mrs. Willburg cried. Justin took note of the thing moving. He had to stop it before it got to them. Justin bravely lifted himself up on the stair well and hopped down some steps to avoid the gasoline. He rushed down the remaining steps and appeared behind the thing. It turned around, baring the red glow in its eye. Justin swung the tank forward and splashed gasoline on the thing. It revved its arm again and approached Justin. But the thing couldn't get far due to it stumbling to the floor, dropping the revving tool it was holding. Mr. Willburg had hit the thing in the back of the head with a crowbar.
The thing quickly tries to position itself up from the ground, but it was struck by the crowbar several more times. Justin swiftly pours the gasoline on the thing while its down. The thing in retaliation grabs a hold of Justin's feet, causing him to fall backward to the ground and getting gasoline on himself. Mr. Willburg quickly strikes the thing with the metal crowbar again and again. "Die! Die! Die!" Mr. Willburg grunts while hitting the thing. Mrs. Willburg screams and rushes over to the thing, stabbing it in the back with a kitchen knife.
"Okay let's get out!!" Mr. Willburg declares, but his wife was already ahead of her. She rushed for the stairs in a terrible panic. "Honey be careful there's-- OH MY GOSH NO!" Mr. Willburg cried as Mrs. Willburg sliped on the gasoline and busted her lip on the steps. Mr. Willburg and Justin quickly rush over to her, trying to help her up. Blood was pouring from her bottom lip and she was crying. "Honey we'll get it treated but come on we gotta get up the steps, that thing and gasoline is in here!" Mr. Willburg pleaded his wife.
Verrrr... VEERRRR...
They looked to the left and see the thing getting up from the ground... picking up its chainsaw. "Son of a bitch, come on!" Mr. Willburg cried. They help Mrs. Willburg up the steps but she slips again, this time rolling over and dangling from the side of the stairs. The thing approached Mrs. Willburg wih the chainsaw. "VerrRRRN VRRRIIIIN VIIIIIIIIN!" the chainsaw barked as it was inches away from Mrs. Willburg. The two men quickly pull her up and out of the way before she could be struck however. The chainsaw collided with the wooden beam supporting the stairs. It was very loud and dozens of splinters flew out. Mrs. Willburg screams as Mr. Willburg desperately tries to help her up. But Justin has had enough. He could feel the stairs about to collapse on itself. It's do or die.
Justin steps over and Mrs. Willburg and sprints passed Mr. Willburg to the top of the steps. He made it to the top. Mr. Willburg still struggled to pull his nervous wreck of a wife up from the terror. Justin watched in horror at the saw cut through the wooden beam. The stairs were shaking and getting more and more loose. He doesn't have a choice. If he doesn't end this now, this evil me come back and get him... and maybe everyone else in town. "I'll resurrect you two from the dead one day, I promise!" Justin ominously said as he put the lighter to the stairs, engulfing it in flames.
Justin stood back as he watched the Willburgs catch on fire, followed by the chainsaw. The light from the fire revealed the thing to be Dirtbag, to not his surprise. The chainsaw and stairs catching fire made the wooden beam finally break. The Willburgs screamed in burning pain as the stairs collapsed on them and crashed into the ground. A flurry of smoke rose up from the flames and started getting into the kitchen. Before Justin darted off, he could see in the smoke Dirtbag holding a flaming chainsaw, staring directly into his soul.
Justin immediately rushed out of the house via the front door. He was on the front porch, out of breath, frantically trying to figure out what to do next. He looked ahead and saw no police cars in sight. Justin leaned over the porch railing and proceeded to vomit a ton into the bushes. He was terrified and wanted out. Then he remembered the cop car in the back. Justin made his way around the house and sprinted to the car. He opened the driver side door and hopped in. He felt so sick, and just wanted out. Tears in his eyes and all. He could see the basement windows from where he was at... nothing but flames from the inside.
Justin flipped the key forward, which was still in the ignition. The vehicle started, which briefly made him feel relieved. He put his head on the steering wheel and began breathing heavily. He then lifted himself up, ready to drive off and get away from this nightmare. But he noticed something in the outside of his sights. He looked up... at the rear-view mirror. Tyler, Curtis. He saw their mangled corpses in the back seat. His friends. Justin let out a horrible scream and ran out of the vehicle, followed by more vomiting.
Justin laid on the front porch, weak and on the verge of passing out. He could hear the burning flames from inside the house, and smoke alarms going off. He laid there, not thinking really. He didn't have the energy to think. A minute went by. That's when the sounds of safety whooped through the air. WOOP! WOOP! Police sirens. Justin lifted himself, looking straight ahead. But he didn't see any cop cars. He continued looking forward, and that's when it drove by. The cop car that was in the back was driving away. He could see a figure in the front seat with little flames on its back. Justin let out a blood curdling scream, followed by him puked up blood then passing out on the porch.
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HUNTED
"It's 6:00 PM, it's best get some sleep." Grandpa Will said to his grandson earlier that day. It was Halloween night, but poor Hunter couldn't go trick-or-treating. Grandpa Will thinks Halloween is "nonsense". He's a very stern man. All he wants to do in life is get his activities done for the day, rest, and do it all over again the next day. When his foster grandkids are over, he makes them do farm work as well. All day long. He makes them go to bed early as well, usually around 6 - 7 PM, so farm work can be done in the very early morning hours.
It was late in the night, but Hunter couldn't fall asleep. He laid in bed for hours, thinking about all the fun he missed out on. All the candy, his friends... He just wants to leave his grandpa's already. Part of the reason he can't fall asleep is because, besides his grandpa, he's alone. As he was laying in bed day dreaming about Halloween, he heard a noise come from the barn. He listened again and heard one of the horses. He got up looked out out the window. The big bright moon helped illuminate the area. He could see that the big barn's door was open. Hunter, being the brave kid he was, wanted to go out and investigate. He thinks that a lone animal might've got into the barn somehow. Hunter put on a jacket, grabbed a flashlight and quietly headed out the door.
Cold air hit Hunter's face as he approached the barn in the moonlight. He peaked his head inside and shined the bright flashlight around. Oddly, there didn't seem to be anyway animals in the barn. No horses or anything. Hunter started getting nervous. He walked out of the barn and jogged back to the house. He was done dealing with the situation. Until the situation came to the front door. Hunter shined his flashlight on the house and could see someone was trying to get in via the front door. The man... he had a raggedy bag over his head. His pants all torn and looked burnt. Hunter's heart dropped into his stomach, and sunk even further when the man turned around to face him, revealing an evil glowing right eye. Hunter gasped and darted down the driveway. He needed to get out of there and fast - to get away from this strange intruder and to get away from his grandpa (who he was sick of).
Hunter came across his old dirt bike next to a stack of hay. It had been there for some time. Grandpa Will used to let him ride out, but one day he put a stop to that for no reason. Hunter picked up the dirt bike and got on it. He revved up the handles, hoping the motor in it would still work. To his luck, it still did. Hunter revved it a few times before taking off and going down the long, lonely rural roads. He planned on going back home, which shouldn't get too long to get to. Just go down some long roads, take some right and left turns, and boom you're there. All of sudden a beam of lights hit Hunter whilst cruising down the road. He looked behind him and saw a cop car was in pursuit of him. Hunter didn't like dealing with authority, but this was the police.
Hunter pulled over to the side of the road, stopping the bike. The cop car stopped a few feet away next to him. Hunter's heart was thudding out of his chest at this point. He waited there for the cop to get out, but they never did. 30 seconds later the cop car pulled up a little closer to Hunter. A little too close. The driver side door was right next to Hunter, preventing the officer from getting out. The passenger side door then opened. Hunter could see the tip of the officer's head from where he was. They weren't wearing a hat. Nor did they have hair or baldness. It looked like... that man from earlier. The man was about to approach him. Not taking any chances, Hunter revved the dirt bike and swiftly sped off. He looked behind him and saw it was indeed the man from earlier. Hunter was even more scared now, knowing that this man is after him. How did he manage to get a hold of an officer's vehicle anyway?
Hunter continued to fly down the roads at the highest speed possible. The bike's motor was very loud and noisy, which wasn't good for covering his tracks. Plus all the cold wind hitting him, he could barely feel his hands. But he's determined to get home and away from this madness. Maybe his psychotic brother Daniel could help deal with this creep? Hunter took a few more turns and he was almost there, all while trying to get the stalker off his tail. But he knew that the man would follow him home. But he'll get his family to deal with that. Hunter took a left turn and sped down the road for about 20 seconds, and that's when it came into view. Home sweet home. Hunter quickly turned into the driveway. He pulled the bike toward the middle part and jumped off it. That's when he noticed the house looked different.
Meanwhile Justin just awoken from his slumber. He looks up and sees someone who just got off a dirt bike charging right for him. He huddles on the cold porch ground in fear hoping whoever this is doesn't hurt him. Hunter barges into the house, not even noticing Justin on the porch. Justin noticed the person looked like a kid, so he knew it wasn't Daniel. Justin had no idea how long he was passed out for, but he was wondering where the police were at. Surely they'd be here by now. Justin gets up off his feet and contemplates about going in the house to see who this kid is. But then headlights hit the house. WOOOP! WOOOP! A police car was pulling into the driveway. Could it be? Actual help? Justin stared intently at the police car as it pulled up to the house. The car ran over Hunter's bike as it did this. The door to the car opened, revealing it to be non other than the Dirtbag himself.
Justin let out a wail of fear and bolted into the house. Hunter coughed and gasped at the sight of Justin. "I'm not here to hurt you, but who are you?!" Justin asked frantically. Hunter coughed some more, the smoke in the house was killing his lungs. "Wh-where's my parents?!" Hunter cried. Justin's already thudding heart felt a flutter when he heard this. "They're dead! The Dirtbag killed them! They're burning in Hell!" Justin cried. Hunter screamed as the front door swung open. Dirtbag had his samurai sword drawn, ready for blood. Justin let out another wail and scurried up the stairs. Hunter screamed his head off as Dirtbag approached him.
Hunter stumbled back, too scared to run. After hearing what Justin said and now this. He was paralyzed with fear. Taking the opportunity, Dirtbag grabs Hunter by the shirt and lifts him up. Hunter, facing Dirtbag, kicks around wanting to be let go, but it was no use. Dirtbag pulls his other arm back and stabs Hunter directly in the guy with his blade. Hunter had been hunted. Dirtbag pulls his sword out of Hunter's flesh and throws corpse into the fiery inferno of the basement to burn with his deceased parents.
After disposing of his foster brother, Dirtbag followed up the stairs to find Justin. Justin hid in Hunter's room in the closet, which was on the front facing side of the house. He panicked in fear as he heard Dirtbag's footsteps make it up the staircase. Knowing he would be found anyway, he stopped sitting still and got and looked for an object he could fend off Dirtbag with. But it might've been too late, because Dirtbag had already made his way into Hunter's room. He could hear his footsteps over the dreaded smoke alarm. Dirtbag searched around the room for Justin before making his way to the closet. Instead of opening it, he took his sword out and stabbed through the left side door. Justin let out a brief screamed, revealing his position. He kicked in the right side door, making it dangle from the hinges. He was now in Dirtbag's sights, who looked so ominous in the thin smoke.
Justin let out a war cry as he lunged toward Dirtbag while holding a metal baseball bat. Dirtbag tried to slice him with his sword but he wasn't quick enough. Dirtbag was struck hard in the face by the metal bat. It certainty hurt a lot worse than the crowbar Mr. Willburg used. Justin wound up the bat again and struck Dirtbag in the face once more, making Dirtbag stumble back a bit. Justin continued to strike him with the bat, and he wasn't going to stop until his head chopped off. Dirtbag nudged the base of his sword full force into Justin's stomach, causing him serious pain and making him drop the bat. Dirtbag grabbed Justin by the collar with both hands and pushed him on the window. He then stepped back and charged forward at Justin with all his might, causing the window to break and making Justin fall out of the room.
Justin landed on the mini-roof and was sliding downward while his back was being cut up by broken glass. Dirtbag lunged out and prepared to strike Justin in the stomach with his sword. Justin saw this, and forced himself off the roof by sliding more, which caused him to fall off the roof entirely. Justin landed on the cold wet grass, as headlights rolled into the driveway. Dirtbag rushed back into the house upon seeing them. Justin looked up from the ground and saw the red and blue flashing lights of two police vehicles. "HEEELLP!" Justin yelled. The police cars pulled up behind Dirtbag's police car, and four officers got out, two of them attending Justin. "What's going on?" an officer asked. "There's a... a killer in there! ...He killed his family, they're in the base... basement." Justin explained out of breath. One officer took notes and spoke the details through his walkie-talkie, while the other officer drew out his gun and went into the home.
The front door was already wide open as the officer stepped in to the smoke infested house. He could see the fire burning from the basement doorway. He turned on his flashlight and stepped around some. He noticed a shadowy figure move past the kitchen. "Hey come out! Police!" the officer exclaimed, drawing out his gun. The officer slowly made his way to the kitchen. "Come out now!" the officer exclaimed once more. "Yeah we gotta potential suspect in the building. They're not respond to my orders, over." the officer said through his walkie-talkie. Just as he entered the kitchen, he was stabbed by someone standing in the blind spot. The officer dropped his gun, and slowly fell down. Dirtbag dragged his body and bushed it into the burning hell pit that was the basement. Dirtbag grabbed the officer's gun and put it in his dagger belt.
Two cops outside just discovered the bodies of Tyler and Curtis in the backseat of the stolen police car. "Hobbs, we found your vehicle. My gosh, it's so bloody. Two bodies." One of the officers described through the walkie-talkie, as Officer Hobbs was still at the scene of the massacre from earlier. The third officer was still talking to Justin, who was still laying in the grass. "Don't worry bud, an ambulance is on its way." the officer affirmed. "Hey, Holmes, how's it going in there!?" the cop shouted to the officer that had went into the house. No response. "Hey!" the officer called to one of the cops looking at the dead bodies in the back of the police car. "One of you check on Holmes, haven't heard from him." he continued. "He got him! He got him!" Justin cried in a panic.
The two police men made there way into the house. "Holmes, you in here?" one of them called out. Once again, no response. "Damn, that fire! Hope he didn't fall in there." the other officer remarked. Then out of the hallway bathroom came four gunshots, which struck the two officers. "You guys got em?" the cop from outside asked through the walkie-talkie. No answer. "Hello, do you read? Over." he asked again. But still... No response. "Shit, wait here." the cop attending Justin said as he went to go in the house and investigate. Justin feared the worst, and tried crawling away toward the the left side of the house. Just then, multiple gunshots were heard coming from inside the house. Justin hoped the cop had got him.
30 seconds later someone could be heard walking out of the house. Justin hid in the bushes close to the porch, just outside the railing. The walking was near the side of the house, then they stopped. A few seconds later they continued backward. The sound of a car turning on then could be heard. Justin got the gut feeling. He slowly raised his head up above the pavement. It was him. The police car Dirtbag had been driving this whole time was the one that was on. The car did a backward turn, then forward followed by a sharp turn, heading straight out of the driveway. Where was he heading to now? Regardless of where, Justin began crying. All the officers there to help him are dead and he had to wait for more help.
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SHOWDOWN
A nightmare woke Grandpa Will out of a deep sleep. He bust out in a cold sweat and was breathing heavily. He was bit dehydrated to. So he got out of bed and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. He chugged a good amount of it before waddling back to bed. He set the glass on the table, then felt like he had to urinate, so he did. After he got done, he figured to go check on Hunter and make sure he was asleep. Will opened the door to Hunter's room, only to find he was not in there. Will felt a pit in his stomach, especially after having that nightmare. Will proceeded to search trough out the house for Hunter, yelling his name constantly. "Hunter! Hunter, where are you?!" he called out. But nothing. He decided it was time to go outside and investigate.
Will put on a jacket and took a flashlight out in the cold night. Still calling for his name, he searched around the grassy property, the front and the back. Then he made his way to inside the barn. He noticed there were no animals in there. "Hunter! Hunter, are you in there?!" he called out some more. Will stepped further into the barn. He shined his light on the left side. That's when he saw the dead bodies of his horses laying dead next to each other.
Grandpa Will booked it out of the barn and ran into the house. He immediately dialed 911 to report on Hunter's disappearance. "We'll try to send someone out there, but our police force is very busy right now. They're dealing with the aftermath of a bloody massacre." the 911 operator said. "Wh-what? Massacre?" Will questioned in disbelief. "Yes, some maniac killed a group of teens out in the woods just a couple hours ago, it's horrible. I hope your grandson is safe." the 911 operator spoke. Grandpa Will's old heart was pounding. Then red and blue lights appeared. "They're here." Will said into the phone before hanging up. Grandpa Will headed outside in the dark cold to greet the cop.
Grandpa Will stood a few feet away from the cop car, waiting for the officer to get out. Seconds later officer got out. He had an ordinary blue cop hat but something wasn't adding up. His uniform didn't match and he didn't have a 'face'. "The hell?" Will muttered to himself. The officer shut the driver side door and fully revealed himself, glaring at Will with his one glowing red eye. Will slowly walked backward up the steps. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He was at a lost for words. The "officer" put his hand on his holster to reach for something, and that's when Will bolted back into the house.
BANG!
A gunshot was fired at the house. Grandpa Will rushed to his room and pulled the closet door back, revealing his shotguns. He grabbed the black and brown one and loaded it up with bullets. He placed some spares in his pockets in case things got crazy. Will bravely headed into the living room with his shotgun drawn, locked and loaded. CLANG! He heard a noise from outside. It sounded like the outside basement door's lock was broke off. Grandpa Will sprinted to the inside basement door, putting his ear up to it. He could hear what sounded like footsteps inside, and so he swung the door open. "Get the hell out of my home you hell spawn!" Grandpa Will threatened to the intruder. Grandpa waited for a response. A sound, a visual, anything really -- but nothing. He turned the basement light on and headed down there. Will pushed around every dusty box and even searched the small storage closet, but the coast was clear. The intruder wasn't down there.
The outside basement door wasn't open either. But he approached it anyway and pushed on it to see if the lock had broke. It did not. Grandpa Will thought he was going crazy at this point. Until he heard another noise. It sounded like it was from the outside. Will made his way back upstairs and walked into the living room. Cligclicgcligclig The sound was driving him nuts, it sounded familiar yet he couldn't exactly pinpoint it. It was on the tip of his tongue though. But then the sound got closer. And closer. Then the headlights peered through the living room windows. It was the harvester, coming full force at the house.
Grandpa headed down the first hallway and stood there. He watched as the harvester came crashing through his living room. CLIANG CLING CREEESH! It broke in half-way and stopped -- meaning that's all the debris it could handle. The living room and hallway were covered in a layer of smoke from the damage. POW! A bullet flew past Grandpa Will, barely graving his skin. Will went to hide by the hallway blind spot, while poking his head out so he could see. The shadowy figure of Dirtbag then hopped into view and fired more shots at grandpa. Will quickly dodged out of the line of fire and changed his position. He fired a shot at Dirtbag, but it missed. Grandpa quickly fled the spot and ran down the hall. Dirtbag, however, was right on his tail.
Dirtbag tried shooting Grandpa Will with his shotgun, but the chamber was now empty. So he threw the gun with great force at Will's head, striking him in the face. This made Will slow to a halt and stumble to the floor. Dirtbag dashed to Grandpa Will and kicked him in the stomach. Will groaned in pain. Dirtbag then tried reaching the other gun in his holster. But Will nudged the base of the shotgun with great force at Dirtbag's knee, then hitting him the face with the tip, which made him not be able to grab the gun. Grandpa Will then kicked Dirtbag, making him stumble back a bit. As he became more vulnerable to attack, Grandpa Will charged at Dirtbag and tackled him to the floor, laying on his stomach and pinning DB's arms to the ground with the help of the shotgun sideways.
Will put his knees on top of the shot gun, and used his two free arms to quickly tear into Dirtbag's mask. He dug his fingers into the fabric of the mask and pulled down. He then took both hands and ripped the hole open from the sides. The face of hell was unmasked. "D... D-Daniel?" Grandpa questioned out of breath. Yes, it was Daniel, who's face was very red and a little deformed at this point. Grandpa Will let go of his grip, which made Dirtbag able to reach for the glock. Will quickly got up and tried fleeing but it was too late. Dirtbag pulled out the gun and shot Will in the shoulder.
The shot made Grandpa Will discharge his shotgun and fall to the floor on his ass. He put his left hand over the bullet wound in his shoulder in terrible pain. Dirtbag took his sword from out of its caliber and approached Grandpa with it, ready to stab him in the neck. Will took his right fist and swung it at Dirtbag's nuts, causing the killer great pain in his hellish nether region. This also made him drop his sword. Grandpa Will got up and struck Dirtbag's face (which was half exposed due to the cut in the mask) with the base of the shotgun. Dirtbag tumbled a little, but he quickly reached for something in his holster. He pulled out a dagger and stabbed Grandpa Will in the gut with it. Will, still holding onto his shot gun with one hand, groaned in even worse pain and put his hand on the stab wound with his right hand.
Dirtbag pulled out his gun again, ready to shoot Will and have him dead once and for all. Will lifted his left hand up and pulled the trigger. POW! Dirtbag had been shot in the shoulder by the powerful bullet of the shotgun, which made blood and chunks of flesh splatter out of his shoulder, and of course made him discharge his pistol. Grandpa Will dropped the shotgun and grabbed Dirtbag by the shirt with both hands, slamming him into the hallway wall with picture frames. He kept violnetly slamming him into the wall then proceeded to drag him across the framed pictures, then pushed him down to the floor. Dirtbag then quickly got up and grabbed a hold of Will's shirt as well. They both had hands on each other, and kept slamming each other into the walls. They briefly stopped when they looked out the window and saw multiple cop cars pull in.
Grandpa Will groaned as Dirtbag shoved him to the ground. He picked up his sword and thrust downward with it, trying to stab Will. However, he rolled out of the way, and let out a horrible grunt as he did so due to all the pain he was in. Dirtbag tried thrusting the sword down again, but Will kicked out his legs and struck Dirtbag's feet, causing him to trip. Will got up hunched over and charged at Dirtbag. He placed both hands on his shirt and lifted him up to the window for the cops to see. "I got him!" the wounded old man declared. The police men were standing by their cars with guns drawn. Dirtbag placed both of his hands around Grandpa Will's neck and choked him. Will fell to the floor, then for payback Dirtbag kicked him in the groin. Will was in ungodly amounts of pain at this point, with only the will to defeat evil keeping him alive.
Will willfully raised his hand up to the window sill, trying to signify he needed help. At this point bright flashlights were pointing at the long window, making all the cops see what was happening. Dirtbag appeared into view and kicked Will hard, making him lose his grip from the window and collapse to the floor fully. "Fire!" Officer Hobbs ordered. Three police men next to him shot at the windows, causing them to shatter. Dirtbag was struck in the head with one of the bullets, which made him fall down. "Move in, move in!" Officer Hobbs demanded. A group of police men barged into the house and tried to find the hallway. Despite having a bullet piercing his brain, Dirtbag got right back up along with his sword. Will laid on the floor in serious pain. Dirtbag raised the sword up, ready to stab Will and finish him off for good this time.
POW! POW! POW! POW! POW!
The squad found the hall and opened fire on Dirtbag. Dozens of bullets pierced through Dirtbag's skin and lodge in his body. Despite his abnormal resistance to pain, this was something he couldn't withstand. After taking the hits, Dirtbag fell to the floor next to Uncle Will. "Hold your fire!" Officer Hobbs shouted. The men approached Dirtbag's body. He was twitching and spazing like crazy. One of the officers pulled out their gun, ready to shoot Dirtbag once more. "Stop!" ordered Hobbs. "Since there may not be any surviving eyewitness, keep him alive. Get the cuffs." Hobbs continued. They kicked him over and the officers handcuffed Dirtbag (who's bag was now full of led rather than dirt), dragged him out of the home, and laid him in the back of a police car until an ambulance showed up.
An ambulance later arrived to the scene and took take Grandpa Will to the hospital. He was in critical condition and on the verge of death, due to copious amounts of blood loss. The doctors tried their best, but Grandpa Will passed away shortly after making it to the hospital. Another ambulance arrived to the scene. One that would take Dirtbag to the hospital for treatment. They wanted him alive for questioning. Dirtbag was placed on a gurney and put into the back of the ambulance. There was one nurse in there to take his blood work and temporarily attend his critical wounds. A police car with two officers followed the ambulance to its location: the psychiatric ward.
Meanwhile, Justin was found unconscious in the bushes of the Willburg's home. He too was taken to the hospital, where he's expected to stay for a while until he's mentally and physically capable to leave. When he woke up he started flailing around and spazing out. It's clear the night had taken a serious tool on him. He witnessed so many things no human should ever see... And he may have been responsible for all of it.
Back at the ambulance, Dirtbag was still twitching, but not as much. The monitor lines showed he was still alive. How did he manage to survive a brigade of bullets like that? The nurse felt very uncomfortable being in the back of that ambulance all alone with him. She had a scalpel out out just in case he acted. She studied his half exposed face. His eyes were closed, his skin a dark red, and the shape of his face looked a bit deformed. The nurse was so creeped out she looked away. She had a bad feeling about this. Then baring the red glow in his left eye, Dirtbag had awoken. Regardless of what happens next, Dirtbag is alive... and he can't seemed to be killed. If a SWAT team can't take him out, then what can? Regardless, they don't want him killed anyway. Even if they wanted to, they still couldn't.
Evil can't be killed.
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