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pain.
         Ray treads away from the headless figure as it walks towards him purposefully. He's fast, even in the muddy sludge he's running through.
         “Help! Someone help me!” Ray screams.
         The headless figure brings the axe back, and let's go, sending the blade spinning through the air. Ray groans out in pain, as the axe sticks into his back, and he falls forward, lying in the mud. He reaches back feeling the hot blade stuck in his spine. The headless figure doesn't lose a step as it continues to close the distance between Ray and itself.
         “No! No!” Ray screams out, begging for mercy as the figure grabs the handle of the axe, dragging Ray back through the muck, towards the campfire.
         The figure's strength is impressive. Supernatural, even, as he hauls the kid along. Ray drags his fingers through the dirt, leaving a trail in the rain and mud. As they reach the fire, the headless murderer flicks his wrist, lifting the axe and Ray slips off the blade, falling into the fire.
         The young man flails about, screaming in agony, as his attacker steps forward, placing a giant boot on his back, pushing him further down into the flames and embers, Ray's flesh crackling as it ignites. His head rises up out of the flames, hair burning, flesh melting and the headless murderer lifts its axe, bringing it down into Ray's skull. It yanks the blade from his body, and walks away, the fire doing no damage at all to the monster's clothing or body. It heads in the direction of the bridge.
         Tyler moans, pushing himself to his hands and knees. He coughs, getting to his feet, and grabbing his groin again.
         “I'm going to kill her,” He grumbles.
         He leans against a tree, bending over and catching his breath. As he does so, the blade from the axe sticks into the tree where his head had just been. Tyler stumbles out of the way, turning to the axe. He turns his attention to the headless behemoth standing in front of him. His look of shock proves that Tyler rarely sees anything that rivals his size, or physique. He stares at the stump of a neck, blackened and scabbed over.
         “Impressive costume, asshole. Just thought you'd hang out here waiting for some kids to wander along to scare the shit out of?” Tyler inquires.
         The headless figure stands in front of him, motionless.
         “Hey, dickhead, I'm talking to you,” Tyler gripes, as he smacks the headless figure on the shoulder with a meaty hand. It doesn't budge. “You think you're scary, don't you?”
         This time Tyler pushes the figure in front of him, and while it stumbles back a couple steps, it's relatively unphased. This surprises the all-star athlete. With its empty hand, the headless figure pushes Tyler back, and the force sends him flying, as he lands hard, rolling backward. Tyler groans, spitting some mud out as he lies there. He slowly climbs to his feet, holding his shoulder. The headless assassin spins its battle axe. Tyler eyes it.
         “Alright,” Tyler concedes. Without hesitation, he reaches to his waist and draws a snub nose revolver, aiming it at his opponent. Without hesitation he unloads the cylinder of ammunition into him. With each gunshot, the figure stumbles back. Tyler advances on his opponent with every shot.
         As he empties the rounds in his gun, he stares at the figure bent over in pain, a satisfied smirk on his face. This immediately changes to a look of disbelief, as the headless figure stands upright, facing back toward it's victim. It's body motions as if it takes a deep breath in, and it turns the axe, taking a step towards Tyler. Shock turns to fear, and Tyler is off and running.
         Paige continues along the winding path, through the dark trees. The flashlight on her cell phone providing the only light, other than the occasional flash of lightning, as rain continues to pour down. Her face is etched in both pain, and sadness; her