Turning, their eyes grow wide as they see the axe sticking out of their friend’s head.
“Kenny! You killed him!”
“No way,” Briar laughs. “That’s fucking awesome!”
“You’re crazy. All of you. Help! Take us to jail! Please!”
Chuckling, we walk forward, and I bend down to pull out the axe. It makes a crunching sound as I fight to pull it from the guy’s cranium, and one of the alphas gags, turning as he pukes.
“Such a hard fucking head. It’s too bad you weren’t smarter,” I mutter. Blood pours as I continue to fight with the axe in the redhead’s scalp, but I doubt anyone will mourn a rapist.
“Don’t look, Briar,” Jude grunts. She’s become a sympathetic puker during pregnancy, and I’m not much better. We really don’t need any DNA at our kill site. It takes a lot, but I manage to swallow back the bile that’s threatening to claw its way up my throat.
“You’ve been terrorizing our home,” I growl. The axe finally leaves Kenny’s thick skull, but not without a blood spray. Theatrical and dramatic even in death. Good lord. “If you didn’t want trouble, you should have thought about that before you all decided to be rapists.”
“Why is it always the hot girls that are crazy,” the blue eyed idiot whimpers.
“Not just the hot girls,” Jude grins, stepping forward. We all begin walking again, and the guys scream.
“We have fun murder toys!” I call out. “Don’t run, we just want to play.”
“You’re sexy when you’re being creepy,” Atlas chuckles. “Feel free to go spider monkey on them, but be?—”
“Yes, Daddy,” I interrupt, already running forward. See? He really is going to be a daddy now. I’m fairly sure Atlas knocked me up, but we won’t know until the babies are born.
Jude’s blonde head of hair is very noticeable. I have a feeling we’ll be able to tell who is the daddy from that alone.
“Wait! Come back!” I yell, running full out. The only thing I need to worry about is if they have guns, but in all of the interviews, none have been reported. They’re cowards who use their brute strength against others.
“No! Stay back!” I can’t tell from here if it’s the devil with the blue eyes or the blonde speaking, but they’re both shit out of luck. I won’t stop coming for them, and neither will my pack.
“I need a perfect score,” I whine, dropping the axe in favor of my hammer. I know Atlas will pick up my toys for me.
Jumping on the blonde alpha, I climb him like a tree, clinging to him like a spider monkey. I hit him with the hammer just hard enough so he’ll pass out, squealing as he drops. I manage to hop down just in time, and then Atlas passes me and dives after the last guy’s feet.
In no time, he’s able to hog tie and gag him.
“Time to have fun,” he chuckles.
“I want the eyes,” I decide. “I wonder if this one will wake up while I’m drilling into his brain.”
“No more horror movies, baby,” Jude laughs, helping me find the power drill. “You’re scary enough as it is.”
Shrugging, I drop to my knees happily. “Wakey, wakey… hands off snakey!”
During my drilling, the blonde does come to, and Briar and Jude take turns with the nail gun on the brunette.
“Mmmm!”
“What’s that?” Atlas asks. “You’re sorry and you’ll never do it again?”
Briar giggles, as Jude holds the alpha down so she can find the chainsaw. Her eyes get big with excitement as she glances at Atlas, leaving him to sigh as he nods.
“Fuck yes! I promise not to cut off anything important,” she squeals. “Well, on myself or Jude.”
“Have fun, Little Rose,” Atlas says indulgently, his eyes heated as he watches her turn it on. Atlas is content to let us play, and he did get the first kill, after all.
Regardless, if I watch too many horror movies, Briar does too. We’re both in good company.
