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The shrill, excited squeals of the children filled the gorgeous summer air of the first week of camp. Hordes of kids ran around the campground, their chaperones desperately trying to keep up with them.

"Hey, wait up!" a chubby brown furred hamster cried out, doubled over in exhaustion, reaching out to the group of campers that sprinted towards the archery range.

"Try and keep up." a cocky tiger sneered, sprinting by and whipping the hamster in the face with his tail as he passed.

The two males wore black gym shorts and a dull yellow short with the word "COUNSELOR" written in bold, black letters on the their back.

"We didn't all run track, you know!" Donny yells at the tiger, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

By the time he looked back up, the furry, striped tail was long gone.

"Ugh!" he growled, walking after them.

"Am I late?" a sloth yawned behind him, wearing the same attire, except for a wool beanie on his head, thick trails of black hair running out from under it.

"Seeing as you slept through breakfast and the head count, I'd say yes." the hamster rolled his eyes.

"Maaaaaan, I missed breakfast? Bummer." the sloth frowned, walking over to Donny.

"Shocker, I know." he says, sniffing the air around the other counselor.

"Jesus, Floyd! You stink of reefer! Better hope the others don't notice." he warns, pinching his nose shut at the combined scent of marijuana and patchouli.

"It's all cool. The kids just think it's my cologne or something." he giggles, rubbing his eyes.

"Better sober up quick. We're teaching them archery today." Donny informs the drowsy sloth, continuing his walk down the path, a wooden sign pointing the right in a fork in the road towards the archery range.

"Ugh. I don't like weapons, man. Give me a bad vibe."

"Well, the kids are really excited for it, so you better start liking them today."

"We really gonna teach them to shoot at things? Like, hunting and shit? That's dark, man." Floyd shakes his head, kicking a stone down the path with his foot, wearing a tattered pair of Birkenstocks.

"No. We're going to teach them to shoot at wood targets." Donny replies, the two walking through a path between the trees, sunlight filtering down through the overhead branches.

"No, no, no. Don't you see? That's just the start of it! It's, like, the government training us at an early age. Getting us combat ready to be their little toy soldiers! I bet the other camps are using guns and shit too. We'd be doing the same if they actually funded this place." the sloth rants, tugging at the hair from under his hat.

"Floyd, I sincerely doubt that other summer camps are actually giving kids shooting lessons. This is archery. It's a sport. Nothing more. This isn't MK-Ultra, so you can relax." Donny groans, hating it when he was stuck alone with the paranoid sloth.

"Pssshhh, you need to open your eyes. We need to connect these kids with mother nature and the environment. Not teaching them to use a deadly weapon." he continued, the two eventually emerging from the trees to an open field.

"I'll say this one more time, Floyd. Vietnam ended, like, 10 years ago. There's no secret project or training or any of that. Now please, it's a nice day and I'd like to enjoy it. We take the kids swimming and on hikes everyday and this is a nice change of pace." he states, looking up at a small hill on the field, a rooftop visible just over the crest.

"Suit yourself, man. Just trying to expand some minds." he shrugs, following Donny up the incline, the sounds of the kids starting to grow more apparent.

The both of them reached the top of the hill, revealing a crowded track and field. A track ran around a football field, a set of bleachers on either side. To their left was an equipment building, filled with sporting goods, clothing, balls, and uniforms, along with tools and gear for the groundskeeper. To the right was a set of lanes and tables that made up the archery course. Lines were chalked in the uncut grass to separate and mark each lane, a large wooden target pocked with holes and dents lay at the end of the lanes. Crowding the front, was all of the children of the campsite, easily 50 or more. In front of the clamoring children were the instructors, trying to keep the kids calm while they waited for the tardy counselors to show up.

"Hope they aren't too mad." Donny sighs, walking across the grass to the group.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Floyd laughs, following him.

The tiger from earlier was talking to some of the more athletically gifted campers, boasting of his exploits on and off the gridiron to the boys hooked on every word. Standing behind him was his girlfriend, a peppy Pomeranian. She was crouching down and chatting with the girls, dishing out beauty tips and health advice that was a bit too mature for the people she was with.

"There they are! Now we can actually begin!" an owl announces, a tinge of anger in her voice, her sharp, yellow eyes glaring at the two.

"Say "thanks" to your counselors for making you wait." a black panther sarcastically instructs, his arms crossed.

"THANK YOU!" a high pitched scattered response from the children pierces the ears of everyone surrounding them.

The counselors grimace and shut their eyes, letting out a breath as the others approach.

"Sorry guys. Guess I need to start leaving a few minutes early so I don't have to catch up all the time." Donny pants, waving to the kids.

"That, or lose a couple pounds." the tiger taunts audibly enough for the kids around him to start giggling.

"Axel. Rude." the owl growls, Donny blushing at the comment.

"I'm also here!" Floyd smiles, taking his place beside the panther.

"Good job. You managed to not get lost in the woods this time." the panther chuckles.

"Yeah! Donny was with me." he smiles, nodding at the hamster.

"No wonder you were late." the canine scoffs, checking her nails.

"Can we shoot something now?" one of the campers whines.

"The only thing you will be shooting is these targets, and that's not before we teach you guys all the safety instructions first!" the owl firmly states, the campers groaning with impatience.

"Always the professional, huh Hailey?" the panther laughs, amused by the reactions.

"You know it. Don't need any accidents." she nods.

Hailey turns around and picks up one of the bows, holding it up for everyone to see.

"Now pay attention! The quicker we learn, the quicker we can practice! Understand?" she yells.

"Yes, Miss Romero!" the campers announce in unison.

After a lengthy and informative review of safety and technique, did the campers finally get to try their hands at archery. Results were about as dreadful as you'd expect. Arrows littered the field behind the targets with only one of them getting struck with an arrow.

The instructors each watched over a group of children, giving pointers and tips to help them out. Each one would then take turns retrieving all the arrows from the ground, both a repetitive and dangerous task.

"I got it!" a mule gleefully cheered.

"Good job, Samantha. I told you all you had to do was focus." Hailey smiles, patting the girl on the back.

Axel growled in annoyance at her, turning to look at the his group of campers that were still unable to send the arrow further than a couple feet.

"All you need to do is pull back, hold it, and let go." Donny instructs, crouching down beside a skunk that had an arrow drawn and ready.

By the time he let go, the arrow shot down the lane and landed in the grass just in front of the target.

"Hey! Not bad!" the hamster chuckled.

"Seems you're a natural instructor." the owl smirked at him, the two instructors sharing adjacent lanes.

"Some are better than others." he nods, sharing a knowing smirk with Hailey as they both turned to look down at the end of the lane.

The tiger was angrily repeating his instructions, the campers mocking each other for their inability to hit the target. To his left, his girlfriend had her back turned to the girl trying to shoot. Instead, she was gossiping with the girls, spreading rumors about the other counselors and giving advice to get a summer body.

"Honestly, you're better off just skipping breakfast and lunch. That stuff they give you is packed with calories. Eat dinner and skip dessert. If you feel hungry during the day, just rip up and swallow a bit of tissues. Makes you feel full with none of the side effects!" she giggles, her shirt ripped at the bottom to show off her slender tummy.

"Yeah, except for getting your stomach pumped. Don't be stupid, Brittany." Axel growls, his hands balled in fists, scowling at the boy in front of him that could barely even pull back the string of the bow.

"Hey, I don't see you complaining!" she points out, the girl behind her firing an arrow to the side, skipping a few lanes, but managing to pierce the target anyway.

"I got one!" the little dragon smiled.

"Grr, can you at least try not to embarrass me?" Axel snarled at the boy in front of him, causing his hand to tremble and slip, shooting an arrow clear over the targets, landing down the field.

"Ha! Guess I'm the better teacher!" Brittany gloats, sticking her tongue out at the tiger.

"Actually, you're both horrible teachers!" the panther snaps, frowning at both of them after an arrow landed in his lane.

"Brittany, at least try and pretend that you're being responsible! Another mishap like that could be deadly!" he angrily hisses.

"Not with the way these kids are shooting." Axel frowns, crossing his arms.

From the other side, the owl and hamster watched in disbelief.

"Should we jump in?" Donny asks.

"Nah. Marcus can handle it." she shakes her head, turning back to focus on her group.

Each counselor seemed to have a little clique of campers that hung around them. Axel had the jocks and, to be frank, assholes. Brittany had the brats and spoiled girls that dressed too old for their own age and already had makeup smeared on their faces under her advice. Hailey had the rest of the girls that were just there to have fun and make friends. Donny had the huskier campers, understanding their awkwardness and difficulty with some of the more physically intense activities. He enjoyed their company and the way they looked up to him always made him smile. Last, but not least, was Floyd who was in charge of the loners and outcasts.

"Huh. Hey, Hailey?" Donny nervously asked.

"Yeah?" she replies, her arms reaching around the back of a camper to held them hold the bow.

"Where did Floyd go?"

The owl twists her head all the way around, causing the campers to jump in fright. Her eyes look around and spot the sloth sitting down with the others in a circle on the football field.

"What is he doing?" she sighs, spying him holding a bow above his head.

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"We can't be using these instruments of aggression! We're here to learn. To live. To be at peace with nature and ourselves. Not to be harbingers of death and destruction. We aren't hunters. You guys are just kids. You should be laughing and playing." Floyd hums, swaying back and forth, setting the bow beside him.

"So why are we sitting here instead of playing?" one of the boys asks.

"Um.....good question. Why are we here?" he asks himself, looking around in confusion.

"What are you doing?" Hailey asks, walking onto the field.

"Uh, teaching? Duh." he replies.

"Not according to our lesson plan." she shakes her head, hands on her hips.

"Do you guys want to learn archery?" she asks with a smile.

The campers kind of just shrug, looking around at one another.

"See? They don't want to be doing that stuff." Floyd points out with a dazed look on his face.

"I see. Well, what do you guys want to do then?" Hailey asks, seeing their indifference.

Again, they mumbles amongst themselves.

"I dunno. Play?" one of them answers.

"Okay, then. Why don't you guys do that then? If you really don't want to come over here with everyone else, you can play on the football field, as long as you don't wander off. How's that?" the owl smirks.

"Sweet!" Floyd woos with his hands in the air, the others laughing.

"I figured. Counselor Floyd will go over and get you guys a kickball or something." she says, walking away.

"How 'bout a Frisbee?" the sloth asks, raising his hand.

"Whatever. Just be careful with the groundskeeper. Dude is on the bottle again." she warns, walking back to the range.

An hour later, after the campers got their fill of learning archery or, in Floyd's case, playing Frisbee, they all gathered into the mess hall down the path for lunch. With the doors in the cafeteria locked shut so they didn't leave during their meals, the counselors went to their group cabin to unwind.

"UGH! I FUCKING HATE KIDS!" Axel roared, slamming his fist down on the counter, nearly knocking over his beer.

The counselors sat around in the group cabin to try and relax with a little break, which was seemingly impossible when the tiger was around. Their cabin was spacious for everyone to be inside at once and not feel crowded. A living room with two couches facing each other with a coffee table between. The couches each with a plaid pattern, the fabric ripped and torn around the arms, the cushions sporting a fair amount of stains of both spilled beer, food, and certain bodily fluids. A kitchen lay to the left of the room, packed with all the essential appliances, a dinner table and chairs to the right of the kitchen with a pass-through window that allowed those in the living room to see the kitchen. In the center wall of the room was a fireplace filled with soot and ash from no one cleaning it, pokers and tongs hung from the mantle, and a bear rug hanging from the wall above.

"Why? I think they're cute!" Brittany giggles, flicking ash from her thin cigarette into the sink.

"Bunch of sniveling, brain-dead, retards!" he adds, snatching his beer and chugging the rest of the can, crushing it in his monstrous hand.

"Don't be mean. If you don't like kids, why are you here?" Hailey chimes in, picking at her salad at the dinner table.

"Coach says I need to work on my aggression. That and community service after that DUI." the tiger snorts, throwing his beer can out the window.

"Asshole." the black panther frowns, stepping out the back door to pick up the can.

"Can you guys quit yelling? Really killing my buzz." Floyd slurs, dabbing out a roach into the ash tray on the coffee table, before pulling and lighting another joint he had stashed in his beanie.

"Shut your bong hole. No one cares." the tiger growls, pulling the refrigerator door open to grab another cheap lager.

"He's right though. You get a little too aggressive sometimes." Donny meekly speaks, sitting in a rocking chair by a window, the sunlight helping him read his novel.

"Who do I hear speaking? Could it be the fat wad of cookie dough speaking up? Do me a favor and do what you always do. Keep your mouth shut except for when you're shoveling more food in it." Axel hisses.

"Knock it off!" Hailey yells at him, her pupils dilating in anger.

"Quit defending him all the time. God. Don't even know why he's here in the first place." the tiger scoffs, ripping the pull tab from his beer and tossing it to the floor.

"Maybe it's cause he actually enjoys it here? Doesn't have something to prove? Likes to teach kids?" Marcus replies as he walks back in to the cabin, throwing the littered beer can in the trash.

"Pfft. Whatever." Axel grumbles, sitting down at the kitchen counter, Brittany coming behind him to rub his shoulders.

Donny sniffled and continued to read silently, his heart pounding in his chest in a silent anger and sadness.

Brittany sniffed the air and fanned in front of her nose.

"Is there a skunk in here?" she whines, nose scrunching at the smell.

"You could say that." Floyd grins, taking a long drag of the bent joint, blowing the smoke above him as he flopped over to lay on the couch.

"Ugh." Axel grunts, smelling a combination of strong weed along with the stink of singed hair, a few locks getting wrapped around the joint from being in the sloth's hat for too long.

"Fuck this, I'm going on the porch." the tiger huffs, sitting back up, nearly knocking the dog over.

"I'll come too!" she beams, following him outside, shutting the door behind them.

The door slams shut, leaving behind a brief window of silence, aside from the crunching of Hailey chewing her salad and the sizzle of Floyd's roach.

"Hey. Don't let him bother you, man." Floyd speaks first, looking over at the hamster.

"Yeah. Axel is a grade A asshole." Marcus nods, patting the hamster on the shoulder, passing him to walk into the kitchen.

"He won't be back next year, thank god. Assuming he doesn't get caught in the car with an empty sixer of Schlitz in the passenger seat again." Hailey sighs, stabbing at the leafs of lettuce with her fork.

"I hate that guy." the hamster whispers, trying to focus on his fantasy paperback.

"We all do. Just stay outta his way and go with the flow, ya know?" the sloth speaks, toking on the last half of his joint, exhaling through his nostrils.

The owl stands up and walk over towards Donny.

"The least you can do is open a window, Floyd. These aren't the kinds of greens I'm trying to get more of in my diet." she smirks, stepping to the side of the hamster, leaning in front of him to pull the window open.

"I could have done that." the hamster says, moving his chair back to get out of her way.

"No, it's okay. Just relax and read your book. Could use some quiet time after this morning." she smiles at him.

"Yeah....I guess." he shyly nods.

"You are good with kids though. They seem to like you a lot." she adds, trying to cheer the plump hamster up.

"Not too hard to get them to like you. Just don't be an asshole." Donny chuckles.

"Hear, hear!" Marcus grinned, holding up a can of soda he took from the fridge in agreement.

"Sorry." Floyd apologized, clearing a few sentences behind.

Donny laughed and set his book aside, getting up to grab a drink as well. He moved beside the panther and opened the fridge, looking over the little they had. Past the jar of mustard, empty 6-pack of beer, bottle of spray cheese, and an expired tub of mayonnaise, was what was left of a case of soda. Pulling one out and shutting the door, he sat down at the counter beside Marcus.

"Think we might have to do some shopping or something." he points out.

"Eh. Just write what you need on the list pinned on the bulletin board. If it's something we all need, we'll chip in for it." Hailey explains, getting up and placing her salad bowl in the sink.

"Gotcha. So what's on the agenda for the rest of the day?" the hamster asks, opening his soda, the carbonated hiss causing the sloth to jump.

"Snake!" Floyd yelps, frantically looking down at the floor, checking underneath the couch.

"Hiking, swimming, arts and crafts, dinner, camp fire, and bed. Am I forgetting anything?" Hailey asks the panther.

"Sounds good to me." Marcus nods, taking another sip of his drink, enjoying the sugary taste.

"Mostly all the same." Donny says, smirking at the sloth.

"Yup. You'll find yourself saying that a lot." the panther jokes, finishing his soda and dropping the can in the trash.

"Getting to that hour now. Should go see if the kids are done eating." Hailey says loudly for everyone to hear, pulling her tennis shoes back on.

The hamster and panther nod, getting up from their seats.

"Put that out." the owl orders Floyd, looking up as she ties her shoes.

"Already done." the sloth grunts, leaning over to drop the butt in the ash tray, before slowly pulling himself up from the couch.

"Better watch out for snakes." Marcus grins at the sloth as he walks outside.

"Where!?"

The trails twisted and winded between the trees, each one marked with a colored ribbon to keep the hikers on the path. Earth and soil was packed down into a smooth surface from the decade worth of people walking the manmade trails. Starting from the crossroads at camp, the path branched into three separate ones. The first was a flat path, perfect for all ages or people with disabilities. The second was a more interesting trail, though still easy enough to navigate with some slopes, hills, and a scenic overlook around the edge of the lake. The final path was for the more advanced. Sharp inclines, steep slopes, and to top it off, a completely vertical cliff face that one would need to scale to continue to the end. For now, they took everyone on the first path for a leisurely stroll through the woods while their meals digested.

"Try and keep up this time." Axel sneered, looking at those behind him as he took off into a brisk jog.

"Pull it back, Axel. This isn't a race." Hailey sighed, walking with her group of campers behind her.

"Yeah! Besides, I can barely do this hiking stuff." Brittany whined, struggling to keep up with her boyfriend.

"High heels have no purpose on a trail." Marcus rolled his eyes.

"Duh. These are wedges." she says in an annoyed voice, gesturing to the designer shoes hugging her feet.

"Look expensive." Floyd slurred from behind the group.

"Mhm. Unlike you people, I don't shop at Sears." she said with a humph, tossing her hair back.

"Cheap isn't always bad. Especially when you're going to be trekking through dirt and mud." Hailey chuckles, patting the Pomeranian on the back with sarcastic pity.

The canine stopped and looked at her shoes.

"Can we go back?" she pouted, looking at the tiger.

"I'm not carrying you again! I told you to wear something else." Axel shook his head.

"Ugh! You people stink." she groaned, crossing her arms.

Donny hung back with Floyd, staying out of the couple's way.

"Can you imagining paying what she paid for those shoes? Nothing but corporate greed, my dude." the sloth sighed, stepping closer to the hamster.

"Yeah? How much did you pay for those?" he asks, pointing Floyd's pair of Birkenstock sandals.

".....$20." he replies.

"Jesus. I paid $10 for these." Donny snorts, walking in his pair of Converse.

"Not about the price, man! These are, like, European and handmade and stuff. Feels like walking on a cloud, man." Floyd defends, looking back to make sure his and the hamster's group were still following.

"That may be, but they're also ugly sandals that lesbians wear." Donny joked, a flash of nervousness on his face, looking over his shoulder to make sure the kids didn't hear him.

"Aww, don't knock 'em 'til you try 'em!" Floyd chuckles, nearly tripping over a tree root.

"Maybe someday." the hamster shakes his head, helping the Sloth recover.

Donny looked up the trail, watching those in front of him. Hailey and Marcus both walked side by side, telling each of their groups about the foliage and local flora. Meanwhile, the tiger and dog walked hugging each other to their side.

"Were there any Indians up here?" a young buck asked Axel.

"Huh? What?" he said in surprise, looking over at the kids by his side.

"Indians. Like, were there any battles up here?" the buck asked again.

"Oh, sure. Tons. They ran all over these lands. Freeloading bums. But the cowboys kicked them out after a while. Took what was rightfully theirs. Big battle. Dead injuns everywhere." Axel snickered, fondling Brittany's hip, causing her to squeak.

"Axel, what did I tell you about filling their heads with lies?" Marcus growls, taking a step closer to the boy.

"No, Corey. This place was just a big forest back then. I don't think they found any local tribes that lived around here, but we don't know for sure." Hailey explained to the boy from behind.

"Aww." he hung his head.

"Don't be sad. Nothing cool about genocide, little dude." Floyd called up from the back.

"Both of you, hush." Hailey scolds, annoyed with the constant politics.

"Indians? How were their Indians here? India is, like, a million miles away, isn't it?" Brittany asked, confused.

"No, no. They came from India and tried to take over the land, until the cowboys kicked them out." Axel clarified.

The ones following behind expressed amusement or outright disgust of their ignorance.

"Well, they are certainly made for each other." Marcus joked quietly.

"Did she get held back in kindergarten?" the owl growled.

The campers and counselors continued their hike, trying their best to entertain the kids.

"Why don't you two try and interact with your groups? Donny and Floyd are doing a good job." Hailey asks.

"Fine." Brittany sighs, rolling her eyes.

The Pomeranian looks around the trail, spotting a plant with yellow berries.

"If you runts ever get lost, just look around for stuff to eat. See, these berries are really bright, which means they want to be seen, so they're edible." Brittany explains, crouching down and cupping a handful of brightly colored berries hanging under some leaves.

"Actually, bright berries, like yellow or white, are usually poisonous. Best rule of thumb is to eat berries that are blue, black, or purple." Marcus steps in before anyone actually heeded what she said.

"Of course, there are some that are those colors and also toxic to eat. Around 90% of those kind though are safe to eat. That doesn't mean I want any of you putting anything you see out here in your mouths though. Got it?" Hailey adds, turning to look around at the group.

"Yes, Miss Romero." the children replied in unison.

"Sooo, what am I holding then?" Brittany asked, still holding the berries in her hand.

"That.....would be poison ivy. And before you ask, yes they can sprout berries. No, eating them is a bad idea." Marcus clarifies.

"Eeeek!"

Donny was relieved as the day slowly winded down, keeping his distance from Axel, but otherwise enjoying himself. Swimming was okay enough. Getting to relax in the cool lake with your only responsibly being that the campers didn't drown. His first week as a counselor wasn't bad. The kids certainly took a liking to him quickly as did most of the counselors. It didn't take long to find out that Brittany and Axel weren't the only couple at camp. For as much as he liked Hailey, he was a little sad when he found out she was in a relationship with Marcus. In a way, it made sense, seeing as they were the only ones there that actually seemed responsible. Not wanting to be a third wheel, he found himself spending more time with Floyd, enjoying the pothead and all his little quirks. Without a summer job, he knew he'd be coming back here year after year. Pay wasn't much, but he loved it anyway.

After drying off from the lake and chewing Axel out for dunking and splashing everyone, Hailey led everyone to the pavilion, teaching a class on the basics of painting. Though nothing really came out well, except for Floyd's pot leaf which was quickly covered with a cloth by the annoyed owl, it was still a fun way to get the kid's to express themselves. While they waited for their paintings to dry, Marcus taught the kids how to make an ashtray out of clay, with Floyd being his aid. Axel and Brittany mostly acted like they cared, but were too busy flirting with each other and making off color comments and innuendoes. They knew why the tiger was there, but were still unsure about the Pomeranian, assuming she just followed him or had community service as well. Either way, the next year would be much better without their dead weight.

With arts and crafts now done, the campers were led back into the mess hall where they enjoyed another well balanced meal, with the counselors again retreating to their cabin to relax, unwind, and inevitably fight some more. Another hour passed, night had finally fallen, the counselors returning to the mess hall to gather the campers.

They all walked back to the cabins in the middle of the woods. The wooden cabins were painted a once cheerful red color that had become sun bleached and stained with bird droppings. They each could comfortably hold ten campers with room to spare in case they were ever overcrowded during a busy summer. Each cabin was arranged in a grid-like formation with the row letter and cabin number painted on above the door. In front of the group of cabins was a clearing with a circular fire pit in the center. Fallen trees were cut up and placed around the pit to act as benches for the campers to sit and warm themselves in front of the fire.

With everyone gathered up, they were taken to the fire pit for one last bit of fun before the night came to an end and everyone was to go to their assigned cabins for a good night's sleep. The campers all sat around on the logs, kicking their feet and chatting with one another while the counselors arranged the bonfire. A few feet to the side of the pit was a pile of split logs kept safe under a weighted tarp. They each grabbed a few logs, Axel carrying three under each arm to show off and to also carry his girlfriend's logs since she didn't want to get her nails dirty.

"Alright, you know the drill. Tipi formation." Hailey reminds everyone, carefully balancing two logs against each other to get them started.

Axel rolls his eyes and drops his logs to the ground for the others to worry about, Brittany already sitting down. The panther ignores the arrogant tiger and helps Hailey add more firewood, Donny spreading down a bed of kindling and tinder to fuel the fire.

"Now, you guys have had a long day and we've already taught you how to start a fire without matches, so I don't think you'll mind if we cheat a bit tonight?" Marcus asks everyone who nod in response.

"Good." Floyd grins, bending down and taking out his lighter, sparking the kindling on fire.

The fire quickly spreads over the floor of the fire pit, the logs gradually becoming more and more engulfed by the fire, until they had a raging bonfire.

"Not bad. Guess the sloth has some use after all." the tiger quipped much to the joy of the giggling canine, flashing his perfect teeth.

"You're lucky I'm a peaceful man." Floyd states, putting his lighter away and standing back up.

"Oh, I'm shaking." he grinned, putting an arm around Brittany.

"You know, there's more to life than just sports and competition. Maybe try reading a book for once in your life." the sloth raises a brow, walking past him to sit down on one of the logs.

"How about Catcher in the Rye? Heard that can inspire someone to do great things." Axel sneers.

Floyd jumps back up off the log, taking an aggressive step towards the tiger.

"Cool it." Marcus barks, stepping in between the two, the campers looking confused and worried.

"It's okay. Just adults playing around is all." Hailey says to try and calm everyone, reaching over to pick up a bag she brought with them.

"Y-yeah. Playing." Floyd growled, taking a deep breath and sitting back down, slowly letting it out.

Axel said nothing, but continued to stare down the sloth.

"Seeing as it's Friday night, we decided to do something nice for you guys." the owl tells the campers, pulling out a bag of marshmallows, along with a box of graham crackers and chocolate bars.

The campers immediately started to cheer and jumped up to crowd Hailey who had to lift the bag up into the air, out of reach at the dozens of grabbing hands.

"Patience, please!" she sternly says, the campers apologizing and sitting back down.

"I'll get some pokers." Donny chuckles, walking to the edge of the woods, picking up some thick looking sticks for them to use.

The campers sat and enjoyed their s'mores, biting into the piping hot melted marshmallow and chocolate, licking their fingers clean of the sticky goodness. Of course, the counselors indulged themselves as well, except for Brittany who complained it was bad for her and Donny who just didn't want to be seen eating it.

"Sure you don't want one?" Hailey asks, offering to make the hamster one.

"Nah. I'm okay. Would rather make sure all the kids get one first." he anxiously shakes his head, crouching down beside her and Marcus, helping them make the treats for everyone.

"I think we'll be fine. Floyd already had like 5 of them." the panther laughs, easing a melted marshmallow off the end of his stick and onto the bed of milk chocolate atop a graham cracker.

"No, really, I'm okay." Donny insists, stabbing another marshmallow on his stick and holding it over the bonfire.

"Alright then." Marcus shrugs, laying the s'more on a plate and handing it one of the kids waiting by his side.

The kid walks away and someone else takes his place. The panther assembles another melted treat, dropping it on a plate and looks up as he hands over the plate.

"Floyd? C'mon! You already too many!" Marcus says in disbelief when he sees the sloth standing in front of him.

"Maaaaan." Floyd pouts, hanging his head and walking away, a kid behind him taking his place.

With a long fire poker, the panther jabs at the aflame logs, stirring up the embers to stoke the fire. Everyone was as close as they could get to the fire to warm them up as the temperature started to drop a few degrees. Their eyes glimmered in the light of the bonfire which cast shadows over everyone's furry faces.

"I'm bored." Axel mumbles in his gruff tone, his head resting on Brittany's which was laying on his shoulder, the two watching the campfire.

The other counselors nodded in response, Marcus keeping himself entertained by stabbing at the logs.

"How about a story?" one of the campers asks.

"Story, huh?" Hailey peers up, looking over at the others to see if anyone had a tale.

"I got a story." the tiger speaks up with a smirk, cupping his girlfriend's rear.

"Nothing like that." the panther growls.

"It's not that kind of story, though I'll totally tell some if you want." he grins.

Everyone just gave him an annoyed look.

"Fine. It's a good story. Historical even." he says, petting down the canine's back.

"Sorry if I sound rude, but I have a few doubts you know of one." Floyd speaks up, the others chuckling.

"You do sound rude. Very. And I do know one." the tiger growls quietly, looking up at him over the top of the fire.

"Something about sports? A catch you made that won the game?" Hailey teases, breaking up a stick and tossing the fragments into the fire.

"Some guy you got in a fight with?" Marcus adds with a grin.

"Will you jagoffs shut up and let me talk?" Axel hisses through his teeth.

"Fine." the owl exhales.

"It's about this place. Camp Hallow." he says, reaching down to pick up a bottle of beer he had concealed in a brown paper bag, taking a swig.

"Uh huh." Hailey nods, suspicious of his story.

"Mhm. Anyone here familiar with the Holmesburg Program?" the tiger asks, keeping his bottle loosely clutched between his fingers.

The counselors look confused, Floyd pausing before raising his hand.

"Hmm, somehow I'd figured you'd be one of the only ones." Axel chuckles to himself.

"What is it?" Donny asks, sitting cross legged in front of the fire.

"Floyd?" the tiger motions with his hand towards the sloth.

"Umm....okay then. It was this experiment back in the 50's or 60's or something. Some chemical companies teamed up the with army to experiment on people's skin. Prisoners I think." the sloth explains, the others looking even more confused with the explanation.

"Why though?" Marcus asked first, looking over at him.

"I...don't really remember. I think they were using that Agent Orange shit they used to drop on people in Vietnam. I guess they wanted to study its effects to maybe make a more deadly weapon? Details were sketchy. Can't really remember." Floyd shrugs, turning his attention back to the fire.

"Language." Hailey warns him for the profanity.

"Sorry." the sloth blushes.

"They did it to prisoners, alright. It was in Holmesburg Prison. I think they paid them to participate, but I could be wrong. Not important. You see, they put so much of this stuff on the prisoners that their skin got all jacked up. Covered in pus. Zits. Burns. Scars." Axel casually speaks in between sips of his beer.

"Gross." Donny gags.

"For real." Marcus nods.

"Okay, this is getting weird, along with not exactly age appropriate. What does any of this have to do with the camp?" Hailey exhales in annoyance.

"I'm getting to it." Axel grins, flashing his teeth and kissing the dog on her forehead.

"Mmm, don't rush the story teller." Brittany smiles, hugging his waist.

"Fine." Hailey sighs, crossing her arms.

"Guessing none of you know where the prison was?" the tiger asks.

After looking over each of their shaking heads, he continues.

"Only about...oh, 3 or so hours away." Axel shrugs with a teasing smirk.

Though the counselors were skeptical of everything the tiger was saying, the campers were hanging on every word he was speaking.

"So?" Floyd says.

"So, indeed." Marcus nods.

"So....about 70 prisoners, give or take, were exposed to that shi-" Axel starts again, freezing when he saw the owl's aggressive glare.

"...stuff. Some of them didn't make it of course, but some got out. Not all did so legally of course." Axel continues, taking another swig of his beer.

"I've heard this story before." Donny speaks up, looking over at the tiger.

"Really? So you know more than all that nerdy dungeon crap your nose is always in?" the tiger taunts.

"Yes." the hamster swallows.

"Continue then." the tiger offers, sitting back with his girl.

"A-alright. One of the prisoners escaped. He was working and attacked the guard supervising them. Stole his uniform and a car. Either that or he snuck out in a laundry basket. I've heard it either way." the hamster says, plucking out pieces of grass from the ground, tossing them in the fire to watch them curl up from the flames.

"Dude killed a guard. My uncle worked up in that prison. Told me this guy stole a screwdriver and poked a new hire a few times. Guy wasn't watching his back." Axel cuts in.

"Can we wrap this up? Don't really want to be telling these kids about some prison shanking." Hailey speaks in a hushed tone to both of them.

"I'll be brief then. The prisoner takes a car, drives as far away as the gas tank would let him. He finally has to ditch the car and starts going through the woods next. He camps out and finds this lake. Used it for water and to catch fish. Back then, there wasn't anything here. No camp or anything. This guy was in the army or something beforehand, but got arrested for something. Can't remember. Using his survival training, he cut down some trees and made himself a cabin. Made a home and lived out here. He needed to lay low for a while, until they gave up looking for him. He went out at night to the town and stole whatever he needed, usually raiding the drug store for bandages to cover up his face." the hamster continues the tale.

"Let me get this straight. Some mountain dude gets arrested, experimented on, escapes prison, comes here and builds a cabin with his bare hands? They never found the car he ditched? He just lived out here all alone and never had any issues?" the panther asks with a snort.

"So goes the tale." the hamster shrugged.

"Gimme a break!" Marcus scoffed, returning to stabbing at the fire with his poker.

"Exactly. It's a story and nothing else!" Hailey yells out to everyone, seeing that the kids were looking worried.

"Don't be a buzz kill. He's getting to the best part." Axel says with a belch.

"So, eventually some people decided to make a camp here. They tore down a bunch of trees to clear the land and eventually stumbled across his cabin. People in the town nearby had said they've seen a man in the woods wearing bandages over his face. They recognized him from when he'd come into town and steal things he needed. It was a legend itself back then too. The bandaged man that would kidnap any children that stayed out too late. People didn't know whether he was real or not, but some swore they saw him. The people were aware of the prisoner that escaped, but didn't put it together that the guy with a messed up face was in fact the escaped prisoner. At the time, they gave up the search. No one ever found him. That is, until they discovered his cabin. He hears all this construction and starts to worry. He was angry that he had remained hidden for so long and some stupid construction was going to ruin everything. When they found his cabin, he knew he was screwed. Guy was enraged so he attacked them. Killed anyone that saw him and ran away. Dumped their bodies in the lake. Guess he was hoping that anyone else that saw the cabin wouldn't think much of it. Unless they saw him that is."

"What a bunch of bull." the panther scoffed, no longer interested.

"But only killing a few people wasn't enough. He started to really enjoy how it felt to take a life. Using whatever he could to kill someone. Tools they left around, rocks, branches, his fists, feet, whatever. The whole time they were working on this place, he'd skulk around in the woods. Waiting for the right moment to attack. Construction workers started to bail on this place after people went missing and they'd only worked during the day. Finally the place got finished. That's when he went after campers and counselors." Axel purrs, finishing the story, tossing his empty bottle into the fire.

"Alright, now you're getting too violent." Hailey cuts him off from continuing.

"This dude even got a name?" Marcus asks with a smirk.

"The Prowler." Donny replies, hugging his knees to his chest, resting his chin on top.

"Stuuuuuupid. Why was this guy going after campers and the staff though Why not cops? Go back to that prison for revenge?" the panther asks.

"To him, the people here were the reason he was nearly caught. If this camp didn't exist, he would have been left in solitude. No one disturbing him." Donny nods.

"Yeah. Why would the guy go back to the prison that he escaped from? He didn't want to caught, idiot. That was the whole point." Axel snorts.

"Laaaaaaaame." the panther laughs, noticing how quiet Floyd was, turning to notice him sitting there looking paranoid.

"You good?" he asks, bumping the sloth on the shoulder.

"What? Uh, yeah. I'm good." Floyd weakly smiles.

"Don't tell me you believe in that?" Hailey chuckles, turning to the nervous sloth.

"I don't really like scary stories too much." the sloth admits, watching the brown paper bag burn away from the bottle.

"Don't think he's the only one." Donny whispers, pointing to the kids with his nose.

Hailey looks up and sees the campers fearfully looking over at the dark, looming trees of the forest, each looking more scared than the last. A loud bang is heard as the glass beer bottle breaks in the heat of the fire, noisily shattering with bits of glass scattering around the ring of the fire. The sound makes everyone jump, the children screaming in fear, Axel just sitting there and laughing his ass off.

"Alright, time for bed!" Hailey yells, standing up and motioning to the children.

"Nice going, asshole." she hisses under her breath at the tiger, escorting the children to their cabins.

"Ahh, they'll get over it." he snorts, kissing Brittany on the lips.

Donny sighs and gets up, patting Floyd on the back who follows him and Marcus to put the kids to bed.

"That was a cool story though I guess." Floyd says to the hamster.

"Eh. Just another campfire story. Nothing new. Replace that guy with a werewolf, vampire, axe murderer, zombie, and you have the same story people have been telling for years." the hamster chuckles, walking with his group of campers and leading them up to their cabins.

"True, true. You don't think it's true though?" he asks, doing the same with his group of followers.

"Course not. I don't even know if that Program thing is true or not. Been a few years, but no one really disproved it either I suppose." Donny shrugs, not wanting to think about it anymore.

"Fair enough. Never trust those government people, man. Told you they keep experimenting on people. Shit creeps me out, man." the sloth shudders, opening the door to one of the cabins.

"I don't want to go to bed." one of the boys complained, looking around inside the dark cabin.

"Don't be scared, little man. You got a bunch of people in here to keep you safe. And you know we're always a little walk away." Floyd smiles, petting the boy on the head, flipping on the lights to the cabin.

"I.....I-I guess so." the porcupine stammers, stepping into through the doorway, the rest of his bunkmates entering behind him.

"Atta boy. It's just a story, dude. Something us dumb adults tell each other to scare each other. Now get some bed and we'll see you in the morning." the sloth smiles, shutting the door after the cabin filled.

"Good night." the boys said in unison.

The hamster was putting his boys to bed as well, holding the door open for them as they filled in.

"Counselor Donny?" a young raccoon asked.

"Yes, Gary?" he sighed, knowing that the boy was scared.

"Is that man real?" he shakes, turning around to hug the hamster's leg.

"Of course not. He's about as real as the people in those comics you read. So if he is real, you have all those superheroes to protect you. With them on your side, you have nothing to worry about. Sound good?" he smiles, patting him on the back.

"Maybe." the boy hesitated, still squeezing his leg.

"Hey, he'd be the scared one if he saw how good you were with a bow and arrow. You were killing it out there today!" Donny laughs, ruffling the raccoon's hair.

"Thanks to you. You helped me out a lot this trip." the boy smiles, letting go of his leg.

"Mhm. And I'll be there to help you out tomorrow too, so you should get some sleep. Be nice and energized for some more fun tomorrow." Donny smirks, watching everyone climb into their bunk beds to turn in for the night.

"Good night, guys." Donny says, turning to leave and closing the door.

"Good night."

The hamster walks off the porch, laughing quietly at how worked up everyone got, reminding him of when he used to go camping and all the older guys would share stories. He walked over along with Floyd, heading back to the campfire. As they approach, they see that the once roaring bonfire was now a smoking pit of ash and ember.

"Who put the fire out?" Hailey asked as she returned from putting the campers to bed.

"I was gonna ask the same thing." the tiger said as he walks over from the woods, Brittany behind him.

"Where were you?" Floyd asks suspiciously to the muscular feline.

"Taking a piss. Why? Want to hold it next time?" Axel sarcastically replies.

"Ha ha. With Britney with you?" the owl raises a brow.

"Duh. It's creepy here at night!" she whines, shivering and holding the tiger's hand.

"Yo! Who put out the fire? Was gonna finish off those s'more supplies." Marcus groans as he walks back from the cabins.

"That's what we're trying to figure out." the owl growls, looking over at everyone that was there before her.

"Don't look at us. We just got here too." Floyd defends, holding his hands up in front of him.

"Oh, what's the big fucking deal? Newsflash. Fires go out! Fuck, you're all acting like this is some grand conspiracy or some shit." Axel mockingly laughs.

Hailey walks over and looks at the ashes, crouching down to get a closer look.

"Someone has some big feet." she states, pointing at a boot print in the middle of the snapped twigs and soot.

"Ain't me. Cleats. See?" the tiger lifts his foot, showing off his football cleats he wore during their time at camp.

"Sneakers." Donny says, pointing down at his grass stained Converse, tilting his foot to show the tread pattern doesn't match the boot print.

"Sandals." the sloth points down at his Birkenstocks.

"Alright. Marcus?" the owl says, turning to the black panther.

"Really? Fine." the panther sighed and lifted his leg, the tread of his running shoes not matching either.

"We done here?" the tiger impatiently asks.

"What about Brittney?" Hailey asks, pointing to the dog.

"Ugh, as if I'd be wearing something like that!" the Pomeranian gags for added effect.

"She wears wedges, dipshit." Axel growls, pointing down at the heeled wedges she always wore, clearly not meant for camping, but she only cared about form over function.

"Happy now?" Marcus exhales, wanting to get back to their cabin to relax.

"Actually, I'm more worried than ever now." the owl quietly replies, worried they might have an intruder.

"What about you, princess? Let's see your shoes." the tiger demands, upset at all her accusations.

Wordlessly, the owl lifts her shoes, a pink pair of sneakers, obviously too small to have made the footprint.

"Maybe it was the caretaker?" Floyd suggests, wanting the same as Marcus.

"That's true. Probably saw the fire and no one here. Stomped it out." Donny nods, agreeing with the idea.

"......I guess that might have been what happened." Hailey mumbled, not completely satisfied with the answer, but also wanting to just get on with the night.

"Good, cause I'm heading back. Me and Brittney are gonna be a bit loud in the group cabin, so I suggest going to your own cabins." Axel grins, giving the dog a quick spank on her rear.

"Ooh!" she squeals with a giggle.

"And why aren't using your own cabins?" Hailey seethes.

"Bigger beds! That fireplace makes for a nice romantic setting too." the tiger cackles, picking the girl up over his broad shoulder, walking back towards the group cabins.

"Anything you break is coming out of your wallet!" the owl yells, before letting out a long breath.

"It's okay, hun. We have a night to ourselves too, so don't be getting all worked up now." Marcus purrs, dropping an arm over her shoulder, planting a kiss on her cheek.

The owl blushed, not used to showing affection in view of others, disrupting her professional appearance she strived to keep.

"I'm gonna turn in for the night, get high, jack off, go to bed." the sloth smirks, giving the others a lazy salute, before turning to follow Axel and Brittney.

"That's good, don't burn down the cabin, too much info, have a good night." Hailey grimaced at the sloth, blushing as she gave the panther a kiss on his cheek in return.

Donny rocked back and forth on his heels, feeling awkward around the two.

"I'm...uh...gonna go read and turn in." he says, following after the sloth.

"Right behind you. We'll probably be doing the same." the owl nods, the little group walking down the marked path.

The sound of a thick branch being snapped from somewhere deep in the woods causes the counselors to freeze in their tracks.

"What was that?" Hailey whispers, turning her head to the woods to try and hear more clearly.

No one wanted to speak. They stood in a dead silence, all facing the woods, almost daring whatever it was to make another noise. Minutes passed, but the woods remained quiet.

"Probably just a deer, Hailey." the panther spoke in a calm voice, squeezing her hand tighter.

She kept her silence, tilting her head to stare past the tall trees and into the seemingly infinite blackness that made up the deep of the woods.

"I guess." she finally spoke, looking over at the panther.

From the heart of the woods emerged another sound. Twigs and dead leaves crunched under whatever was out there, the sound rapidly moving across the forest floor, as if something or someone was sprinting away. The moonlight doing nothing to pierce the veil of black cloaking the forest and reveal whatever was responsible for the alarming noises.

"See? We just spooked it away. All better." Marcus smiled, keeping his grip tight, easing her away and back up the path to their cabins.

"Let's just go." she released a long held breath, nearly dragging the panther up the walkway, not daring to look at the woods surrounding them.

"Wait for me!" Donny spoke again after losing his voice, jogging up behind them.

"What a day." Marcus yawns, closing the door to their cabin behind them, before any bugs could fly in.

"Tell me about it. God, that asshole Axel pisses me off so much. He had those poor kids terrified." she scowls, kicking off her shoes, walking over to sit down at the edge of their bed.

"Heh heh. Yours too, huh? Had to give mine a little speech to calm them down." the panther laughs, pulling off his shoes and taking a drinking glass out from the cabinet above the sink.

"Yup! I'm so going to get him written up for all his shit. You and me basically run this place by ourselves." she frowns, her elbows on her knees, rubbing her temples with her fingertips.

"Donny is a good though." he points out, fumbling with the tap, until it let out a dry cough, followed by a weak trickle of water.

"Well that goes without saying. The kids love him. Just wish that striped fucker would leave him alone." she nods, scooting back on the bed.

"Eh, what can you do? Jocks gonna be jocks. Can't imagine what his home life is like." Marcus shrugs, looking at his barely half full glass of murky water with a foul expression.

"True. Some people will never change I guess." she sighs, rolling over to the side of the bed to take off her shorts.

"Uh huh. Some places too." he growled, pouring the tainted water down the sink, setting the glass aside.

"You can say that again." she nods, kicking off her shorts to leave her in her counselor shirt and panties, leaving her thin and feathery legs bare.

"They ever gonna repair this dump? I sure as hell ain't living off rusty water for the rest of summer." he complains, walking over to the bed.

"Doubt it. If it can't be fixed with duct tape, they aren't doing it." Hailey chuckles, pulling off her shirt and dropping it with her shorts, her chest covered with a plumage of thin feathers, the area around her bosom having snowy white feathers.

"Then why don't they charge more to get some extra cash? Don't think donations are going to cut it anymore." he says, yanking his sweat stained shirt from his body, revealing his well toned chest.

"People are already paying too much for what they get, if you ask me. They charge more and you can kiss this job goodbye. No way in hell parents will cough up another dime to come here. Times are changing and this place is gonna be left in the dust." she frowns, pulling back the thick wool blanket on the bed.

"Then let's enjoy it while it lasts. We have plenty to enjoy." he teases, pulling down his shorts, his boxers looking a bit too tight.

"You're too much." she giggles, not so shamelessly taking in an eyeful of his bulge, while she climbs in under the covers.

"I'll show you too much." he grins, sliding in beside her, immediately planting a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Mmm" she quietly moans around his lips, her arm sliding around his waist, the other hand petting his furry chest.

"I love you." he purrs, stroking her cheek, slowly turning over to lay on her chest.

"I love you too." the owl smiles, nipping his neck with her beak.

"You know what I really love?" he teasingly asks, shivering at her bite.

"What?" she smirks, dragging her fingers down his ebony fur.

"These soft feathers of yours." he grins, burying his snout into her cleavage, kissing at the impossibly plush plumage.

Hailey giggles and undoes her bra, tossing it aside for him to enjoy her naked breasts.

"There we go." he smiles, kissing over her perky breasts, darting his tongue into the feathers.

"Enjoy." she teases, scratching behind his ears, biting her lip when he takes her nipple into his maw, sucking it lovingly.

"Don't let me have all the fun." he growls, grinding himself against her hip, no doubt feeling his swollen cock under his boxers.

The owl blushes and reaches down, slipping her hand under his boxers, fondling his member and pulling it free. Marcus groaned once he felt her hand, his cock rubbing against her thigh while he sucked her pink nipples, peppering her breasts with kisses. In response, his fingers slid under her panties, sliding them down so he could look down at her bare slit, the pink flesh peeking out from behind her feathered groin.

"Ready to get tickled?" she teases, kissing him again with a chuckle.

"More than you can imagine." he pants, watching as she lines the tip of his barbed cock with her entrance, the both of them gasping once it touched her.

The panther shivers and eases himself into her, moaning instantly from her slick passage clenching down around the soft barbs of his cock, her feathers lightly caressing his groin and scrotum. Hailey shoves herself into the crook of his neck, moaning into his fur as he penetrated her, still feeling as wonderful and unique as their first time.

"Fuck." she groans as he sinks down further inside of her, squealing while his feline cock pleasantly scraped against her passage.

"Sound like you want to be tickled too." he teases with a pant, pulling himself back, feeling those delicious barbs raking against his walls.

"Yes!" she yelps, finding herself addicted to the oddly arousing feeling of his unusual member inside of her.

He eases her head back from his shoulder, kissing her deeply as he thrust deep into her cunt, bottoming out in one long motion. The two lovers panted and moaned in unison with each other, his tail sweeping under the covers while he took her, his thrusts growing faster and more excited. A smile spread across his face as she moaned and squirmed underneath him, to see her professional facade crumble in front of him.

"Harder!" she begged, her feathers puffing out in pleasure.

Marcus nods and increases his speed, his hand traveling down her belly to her groin, digging under her feathers to find her clit, giving the swollen nub a ginger squeeze, feeling her throb under his fingertips. The owl throws her head back with another exclamation of bliss, her legs hooking around his back, driving him as deep as he could go inside of her. Those wonderful barbs teased and scraped against the top of her tunnel, tickling a particularly sensitive group of nerves, causing her to wail in lust.

"How's that? Like love it when I stab you with this barbed cat cock, don't you?" he purrs, rapidly slamming his hips against hers, feeling his painfully erect manhood repeatedly plow into her perfectly tight cunt, hearing the wet slaps of his penetration.

"I fucking love it! Cum with me, Marcus!" she cries out, the owl now trembling under his body.

The panther had nothing left to say, wanting nothing more than that this very moment. With his face shoved back between her breasts, he pumped in and out of her at a furious pace, aiming himself upwards, knowing that's where her sweet spot was. Toes curling behind his back, the owl turned her head and bit down on her pillow with a shrill cry as she came, coating his crotch fur with a hot bath of her feminine arousal.

"Yes!" he roared, waiting for her to finish, before he'd allow himself the pleasure of his own orgasm.

The panther felt tremors running down his spine as he erupted inside of his lover, feeling his burning hot seed spurting from his cock, pumping his cum inside of the owl, filling her with his potent feline semen. His hips never stopped their gyrations, extending both of their orgasms, milking the both of them, his ejaculate leaking out from the sides of her sex, staining their well loved bed spread. Unable to move, the two held each other, panting and shaking, enjoying their combined orgasm.

"That was a perfect end to the day." Hailey smiled, her feathers fluffed up around her face.

"I agree. You know you always look so cute like that after a good lay." he teases, kissing her beak.

"Stop." she blushes, turning her head all the way around to hide her face in the pillow.

"Oh god, I love when you do that." he laughs, kissing the back of her head.

The owl chirped and kept her face hidden, Marcus smirking as he carefully pulled himself free of her.

"Oooh." she groaned, turning her head back around with a pleased look when he pulled himself free.

"Love you again, baby." he smirked, kissing her once again, sliding off of her to lay beside her.

"Love you too." she giggled, laying her head down on his chest with a yawn.

"Mmmm, that was nice." he purred deeply, kissing the top of her feathered head.

"It was. I love when you finish in me, but I like it when you cover me too." she blushes, cuddling up against her panther lover.

"There's always tomorrow night." he teases, petting her head.

"Can't wait. I've failed to see arrows shoot that far." she jokes, pausing after she spoke.

"What's up?" he asked, moving down to massage her shoulder.

"Arrows......oh fuck!" she gasped, sitting up.

"What? What? What is it?" he asked, feeling her panic.

"I left the fucking bows out!" she whines, punching the bed in frustration.

"Is that all? Don't worry! I'll go put them away for my little forgetful owl." he teased, starting to leave the bed, but was stopped by her hand on his wrist.

"Please. Be careful." she whispered, worry in her eyes.

"Relax. I'll be back, okay? I'd like to see anyone that thinks they can mess with me." he chuckles, but stops when her expression didn't change.

"Look. I'm going to go lock those bows up. I'll be gone for a few minutes, maybe five tops. There isn't anyone out there, okay? I'll be back before you know it. I promise." he firmly states, patting the top of her hand.

".....okay." she sighs, hesitating before she laid back down.

"Just get comfy and don't wait up. I don't want to keep you awake. By the time you get up in the morning, I'll be right beside you with you all curled up in my arms." he smiled, quickly putting his clothes back on.

"That sounds lovely. Just hurry back, okay?" she repeats, trying to get comfy on the bed.

"Promise." he purrs, going to the door and pulling his shoes on.

"Don't worry, I can get to and back in a few minutes." he reassures, opening their thick cabin door, giving her a last smile as he leaves.

"Love you." she says one last time, before the door could close, unsure if he heard her or not.

Hailey sat for a moment in silence, tightly gripping the covers, mentally kicking herself for not going with him and also feeling scared at that stupid campfire story. With one last sigh, she rolled over and closed her eyes, letting that distant, sleepy embrace soon take over, easing her worries as she drifted off to a well needed sleep.

"Finally have some alone time. Away from all those whining assholes."

"Mmhmm. And all those kids too." Brittany giggled, entering the group cabin and taking a seat on the couch.

"I can live a happy life if I never have to see either of them again. This place is hell on Earth." the tiger grunts, slamming the door behind them.

"Everything goes back to the normal once school starts back up. We'll never have to step foot in this shit hole ever again." the Pomeranian smiles, crossing her legs.

"Yeah. Thanks again for coming with me. For all the shit we deal with, getting to fuck like animals makes up for it." he grins, opening the fridge and pulling out three cans of beer.

"Mmm, anytime. You know I'd just go crazy all by myself at home." she teases, inspecting her shoes.

"I do know. And so you do that if I ever caught you with another guy, I'd break his arms while you watch." he growls, staring at her while he opens up a cabinet to retrieve a champagne glass.

"I told you! He was my math tutor!" the dog pouts, whining as she brushes some dirt off the sides of her shoe.

"Don't care. If a guy so much as looks at you wrong, his ass is grass." Axel purrs, juggling all the items in his arms, walking over to his girlfriend.

"You know, I failed that class cause of you!" Brittney huffs, turning away from him.

"You failed cause you're dumb. Nothing wrong with that." he sneers, setting down the beer and glass.

"Fuck you! You're dumb too, ya know!" she spits, punching him harmlessly in the arm.

"Yeah, but my teachers pass me cause they know I'm too important to fail." Axel laughs, using his broad hand to hook his fingers through the pull tabs of two beers, opening them both up at once.

"You get all the free passes. It's not fair!" she whines, sticking out her bottom lip.

"Hey, I work hard and earn it. Just like how I earned you." he teases, cracking open the last can, pouring it into the champagne flute.

"By beating up my old boyfriend and claiming me as your property?" she scoffs.

"Yup! I don't think you should be complaining either. I'm quite the upgrade." Axel grins, offering her the glass.

"You're corny is what you are." she rolls her eyes, but accepts the glass.

"Actually, drunk is what I'm about to be." he chuckles, jabbing a claw into the side of one of the cans, bringing the hole to his mouth, loudly guzzling down the watered down beer.

"Ugh, at least have some class about it." Brittany sticks out her tongue, delicately sipping at her drink.

"Class is for fags." he belches, chucking the empty can behind the couch.

The tiger then gets up and pushes the coffee table away, before walking to the fireplace and throwing in three logs from the small stack to the side. He turns to grab the can of lighter fluid, but spots a book sitting in the rocking chair next to one of the windows. Curious, Axel walks over and picks it up, a quick glance at the cover and title revealed the owner.

"Fucking nerd shit." the tiger huffed, turning back to throw the fantasy novel into the fireplace as well.

"Ooh, we having a fire?" the canine squeals.

"Only the best for you. Can actually enjoy this one without all the bugs and mosquitoes gnawing through your fur." the tiger nods, dousing the firewood with lighter fluid, tossing it to the side.

"I know, right? God the woods are gross."

"And so are the people that love them." he smirks, opening up a box of matches, pulling one out and striking it against the side of the box, tossing it into the fireplace where it ignites with a whoosh.

"Like that sloth? God, that guy gives me the creeps. Fucking burnout." she shudders, taking another sip of her drink.

"Hate that fucking commie scuzzball. Needs to shut his mouth every once and a while." the tiger hisses, grabbing another open beer for a long swig.

"Can only blame the parents." Brittany sighs.

"Yup. My old man beat my ass so I wouldn't turn out like that." Axel shakes his head, chugging the remaining beer in the can, throwing it behind the couch with the other one.

"And look at how you turned out! Star of the football team!" she giggled, taking a few more sips from the long neck of the champagne glass.

"Fucking A." he proudly nods, leaning up to pull the bear skin rug down from the wall, dropping it at the hearth of the fireplace.

Brittany gets up and takes his beer, walking over to him and sitting down on the rug. The tiger sits down beside her, taking back his can and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Oooh, what a gentleman. You're making this night one to remember." she smiles, kissing him back.

"Mmm, as long as it means I'm getting lucky tonight." he jokes, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"You can bet on it." she grins, laying her head on his shoulder, staring into the flames of the fireplace.

"Is the cheerleader ready for my QB sneak?" he purrs, tilting his beer can towards her.

"Mmhmm. I'll be your cheerleader all night." she replies in a sultry tone, clinging her glass against the can.

Floyd takes a deep breath from the mouth of the bong, holding his lighter against the bowl while it bubbled violently. Holding the smoke in his lungs, he pulls back and finally exhales, blowing a cloud of smoke into the rafters of his cabin, before having a coughing fit.

"Ohhhh shit." he winces, clearing his throat, waving the smoke out from the front of his face.

A quick glance around the cabin would tell you that it wasn't the sloth's first time as a counselor. Black light posters depicting angelic figures, mystic castles, and geological shapes were thumb tacked into the walls. A portable TV was set on his desk, a VCR plugged into the back, with a stack of movies piled up to the side. On his end table was a boom box, the antenna outstretched and pointing towards a window to get the best signal. Floyd had been a counselor for years thanks to his dad. As a long term investor in the campsite, his father was able to pull some strings and land his son a permanent job there during the summer. Luckily for him, since he would have been fired day one otherwise. The sloth had used it as a summer home, enjoying the alone nights just enjoying himself, listening to some music or watching TV.

He laughed at nothing and pulled himself up out of bed, setting his two foot long smoking apparatus down on his desk. The sloth rubbed his reddening eyes, pulling the chair out from under his desk to take a seat. Opening up one of the side drawers, he pulls out a Philips head screwdriver and a rag. Floyd then grabs the bowl of the pipe and pulls out the stem.

"Ow, fuck!" he yelps, once again forgetting to let it cool down first after taking a rip.

He whines and looks at his fingertips, red and raw. Sucking on his burned digits, he carefully picks up the hot piece with the rag, moving it in front of him. He overturns it and bangs it on the table, removing all the ash and carbon. Pulling his fingers from his muzzle, he once again cautiously handles the piece, scraping at it with the screwdriver to clean off the built up resin from the bowl. He then wipes it clean with the rag, before replacing it back in the bong. Floyd may have not been the cleanest sloth, but there were some things he was very meticulous about.

"What now?" he asks himself with a smirk, looking over the bootlegged VHS tapes in his collection.

Skipping over a few stoner comedies of his favorite duo, he lands at the more risqué portion of the stack.

"Hmm, haven't watch The Sperminator in a while." he grins, reading over the barely legible handwriting of his etched on the label.

Plucking it from the stack, he slides the tape into the VCR, leaning back on his chair with a smirk. By the looks of it, he had forgotten to rewind the tape to the beginning, but was close enough that he didn't feel like fussing with it. The erotic parody starts a few minutes late, showing a naked lion walking the streets of what was an apparent closed set, sporting a massive erection. The camera pans to show a group of scantily clad women of various species, covered with dyed fur and hair.

"Nice night for a walk, eh?" one of the woman quips.

"Nice night for a walk." the male mimics, but in a painfully fake accent.

"I think this guy's a couple cans short of a six pack!" a jaguar jokes, standing up getting closer to the lion.

"Your clothes. Give them to me now." the lion orders, his face expressionless.

"Fuck you, asshole! You're going to have to fight us for them and rip them off our bodies!" a lynx yells at him.

"Prepare to be fisted!" the lion states, starting to stroke his length.

The sloth grins and starts to unbuckle his pants as his small cabin is soon filled with overacted moans of pleasure.

Marcus shivered slightly as he walked out into the chilly summer night. Dark, twisted branches of the trees above obscuring the light of the moon, casting menacing and unworldly shadows across the field.

He sighed and started the walk towards the athletic area, the grass squeaking under the soles of his shoes, already damp from condensation. Hands in his pockets, he kept his thoughts positive as he walked, ignoring the feeling in his gut that he was being watched.

"Stupid asshole and his stupid story." he muttered to himself, unable to keep the idea of some disfigured monster from entering his mind.

The paved walkway towards the pavilion was illuminated with the dull yellow glow of light poles that were installed every 20 or so yards as a guide. Part of him wasn't sure if he was more afraid in the dark or when he stepped under those lights, fully exposed for anyone or anything to see. No longer having the same advantage of the dark. A dull hum coming from the years old light bulbs gave some sort of life to the eerie calm. He'd pause and look up, staring at the flurry of moths and flies circling the hot bulb at the top of the light pole, as if their very lives depended on it.

Marcus started to hum a theme song to one of his favorite shows to keep himself calm, his minds playing tricks on him, thinking he could see dancing shadows in his peripheral vision. He's stop and snap his head to the side, seeing nothing but the shadows of swaying tree branches. Seeing nothing behind him was something he didn't know should be a relief or not.

His pace doubled, power walking up and over the hill, able to make out the silhouette of the goal lines in the football field.

"Dun dun dun, you wanna go where everybody knows you name...." he hummed to himself, soon seeing the rest of the track and field, the familiar buildings giving him a sense of relief.

The black panther soon realized that his fur was a natural camouflage, making him nearly invisible in the night. He chuckled at himself for being so fearful as he would be nearly unnoticeable at this time of night.

"Fuck." he laughed at himself, returning to a casual walking pace, soon reaching the archery lanes.

As she said, all the bows and arrows were left out on the lane benches. Marcus picked each one up and slid it over her arm so he wouldn't have to make another trip to and from the equipment shed.

"One, two, three, four, five.....tsk. Shit. Where's the other one?" he asked himself in disbelief.

"Man, I am not making a report for stolen equipment." the panther shook his head.

The irritated panther walked around the stalls, looking under the tables to see if someone dropped a bow, but found nothing but a few arrows. Standing back up with a huff, he spotted something glinting in the moonlight on the football field. Curious, he walked over across the dew slick turf, relieved once he finds the lone bow in the middle of the field.

"That's right. Stupid ass Floyd. I'm gonna kick his ass for this." the panther huffed through his nostrils, sliding the bow over his arm with the rest of them.

A cold gust of wind ran over the field, ruffling the fur of the panther, sending a chill through his body.

"Gonna get back to my cabin where it's nice and warm." he told himself, turning around to head back to the equipment shed.

Once he turned around, he could just make out the door to the shed, ajar and blown open by the wind, a few kick balls slowly rolling free.

"Fuck! Who the hell was supposed to lock that shit?" Marcus yelled in anger, stomping down the football field.

With his eyes glued on the open door, he spotted another ball roll out. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he quickened his pace, not wanting anymore lost equipment. Following the ball, was another one. This one, however, was not blown by the phantom gust. Instead, it was kicked with a thud, sailing through the air where it landed silently in the field. The panther stopped midstep, eyes widening, trying to look past the darkness and see who was inside. Fear pumping through his frozen veins, nostrils flaring as he felt his pulse race. Through the dark outline of the doorframe, could he see a figure emerging from the cramped building.

"Willy? That you, man? Got some shit to put away." the panther called out, keeping the fear masked in his voice.

The figure stood silent, it's heard turning to face the panther.

"You the one walking around with size twelves? Stomping out our fire? The other guys were paranoid as shit cause of you!" Marcus nervously joked, swallowing when the figure made no attempt to move or respond.

The closer he walked, the better he could see the mysterious person. With his sharp eyes, he could see something in the figure's hands, but couldn't make out what.

"Phew. It is you, man. Glad I caught you when you were putting shit away. I don't have the key! Should have thought of that before I walked all the way out here." the panther chuckled, assuming the groundskeeper was just drunk as usual.

After staying motionless for so long, the figure finally moved. Lifting its arm and snapping it forward, as if he was telling the panther to go away.

"Don't be shooing my ass away, Willy! I didn't walk all the way down here for nothing!" the panther yells.

Marcus' relief was quickly replaced with confusion as he heard a dull crunch, the frigid turf in front of him penetrated with a javelin. Before he could speak, the javelin was followed by another, this time landing only a few feet in front of him.

"The fuck?!" he barks, his throat turning dry, the figure lurching forward as it threw more.

Marcus stepped back, but not far enough. Through the naked air, travelling soundlessly, cutting through the air as the point of the javelin landed in the panther's right thigh. The pointed end of the spear effortlessly stabbed through his leg, ripping through his flesh. It entered through the top of his leg at an angle, skipping off his bone and turning to the side, tearing through his hamstring, before it exited out the other side, embedding itself into the ground.

The panther let out an agonizing scream, nearly falling to his knee if it wasn't for the javelin forcing him to stay upright. He was shocked and terrified, his mind racing, trying to make sense of the situation, refusing to believe what was happening. Without warning, Marcus felt as if he was just hit by a truck, feeling the momentum and force as another javelin flew through the air, slamming into his abdomen. Lucky or unluckily for him, it missed his spinal cord, but managed to puncture his stomach and colon.

Despite being pinned in place by the javelins, the panther collapsed backwards, sinking down further on the makeshift spears, crying out in agony as he lay on his back, unable to do anything else. Through the open wound on his chest, he could smell the stench of digesting food and blood from his exposed stomach, the horrid stink of stomach acid burning his nostrils. He lifted his hand, reaching for one of the javelins, wanting to try and pull it free. The second he reached forward, one last javelin impaled itself in his shoulder, sending him reeling back down to the turf. Another roar escaping his hoarse throat as he felt every muscle and tendon making up his rotator cuff become torn to shreds, unraveling and feeling his shoulder go limp and numb.

Marcus wheezed and weakly lifted his head, looking at the figure one last time. He could see the figure marching forward, holding a long pipe of sorts in its hands. The panther watched him, the light starting to leave his eyes, feeling the icy grip of shock in his body with his adrenaline fading. Its march turned into a run, and then into a sprint, charging as it wielded the long, flexible pole. It neared closer and closer, Marcus soon realizing what it was holding. The panther opened his mouth with one last scream, one of terror and hatred. As the scream left his maw, the end of a pole vault entered. What should have been a rounded end was instead hastily sharpened with a blade. The pole forced the panther's head flat to the ground, watching the pole curl from the weight of the killer as it sprung into the air, using its body mass to sink the pole deeper and deeper down his gullet, finally emerging from the back of his neck, severing Marcus' spine with an unheard snap. As the pole straightened up, the figure reached the apex of its vault, before falling and landing just in front of the now lifeless panther. The murderer placed the heel of its boot against Marcus' forehead, gripping the pole and yanking it out of his muzzle with slick noise, dropping the pole to the ground. Satisfied that he would not be getting back up, the figure turned on its heels and walked back to the equipment shed. After the sounds of things being moved and tossed around, the figure emerges and walks across the field, drifting back into the darkness of the woods with a pair of hedge clippers in hand.

Tossing and turning in her sleep, Hailey whined quietly under the covers. The owl had managed to lull herself to sleep, but was still unable to shake the feeling that something wasn't right. She dreamt of her and the panther together. Her and Marcus were out in the middle of the lake. The panther lazily paddled their canoe, while she laid on her back, looking up at the clouds slowly passing by with every stroke of his paddle. The sun cast it's rays over the both of them, feeling it warming their fur from the cool winds rippling over the water. They laughed and joked with each other. The owl would dip her hand in the lake and splash the smiling panther. She was lost in her dream, quelling the fear that crippled her body. Any minute now she'd feel his body sliding into bed with her. His arm would wrap around her waist, pulling her up to his side, petting her feathery head until they both fell asleep. Those shrill, painful, yet distant and faint screams fell silent upon her sleeping ears.

"Did you hear that?" Brittany cocks her head up at the tiger standing over her.

Axel was pulling off his counselor shirt, showing his toned and muscular body to the dog.

"I didn't hear shit." he panted, throwing his shirt on the couch.

"Huh. Thought I heard someone screaming." the Pomeranian states.

She thinks for a second, but decides it's her imagination. With a shrug, she returns to tugging off his belt looped around his shorts.

"Oh, you'll be hearing plenty of screams in a minute here." he grins, bearing his menacing teeth to the canine.

"Whose?" she asks, finally freeing his shorts, unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor.

Expecting to see his boxers, she was instead met with his rigid manhood springing free and slapping her in the eye.

"Yours, stupid." he growled, sometimes forgetting he was in love with a moron, breathing a sigh of relief once his trapped cock was freed.

"Going commando today?" she whines, rubbing her eye.

"Had to. They got all stained after you couldn't keep your hands off me during the hike." he chuckles, groaning once her hand groped his naked member.

"Sometimes I can't help myself. Seeing you take charge out there and getting all hot and sweaty just gets to me." she giggles, giving his tip a lick with her flexible canine tongue.

"Mmmph. Well now it's all yours." he growls, before tackling her to the ground.

Donny sat at his desk, a small lamp plugged in to give him a suitable reading light. A clock radio at his side gave him something to listen to, mostly soft rock and the occasional heavy metal song of whatever the latest band happened to be. The book in his hands was one of the many Choose Your Own Adventure books he had grown to love. It wasn't nearly as in depth as Dungeons and Dragons, but it was enough to fill the void when he was the only one around and had no one to play with. Currently, he was a knight all alone in a mystical forest, trying to find his way back to the trail. He eventually stumbled across a woman, far too beautiful to be wandering around alone.

"Hmm, do I want to talk to her? May as well." he shrugged, following the instructions and turning to the numbered page listed.

A quick scan of the page shows the woman was lost herself and asked if he'd like to team up.

"Could be fun." he says with a toothy grin, though he knew the book was age appropriate and the idea of anything lewd would never happen.

Once again, he looks at the bottom of the page and flips a dozen or so pages in the paperback to the next event. The knight walks through the forest with the maiden in search of the path. The mysterious woman asks if she could take the lead, which he agrees to. After another walk and a few more pages, she lures him into a cave where she is then revealed to be a witch and promptly kills his character.

"Goddamn it." he grumbles with a frown, snapping the book shut and tossing it down on the desk with a sigh.

"Guess I'll go back to Thunder Over The Keep." he says to himself, pushing back his chair which squeaked over the scuffed floor boards.

The hamster walks over to his backpack at the foot of his bed, unzipping it and looking through the books he hadn't organized yet. Searching through, he pushed various paper and hardbacks to the side, unable to find his book.

"Dammit." he whines, turning his bag over and shaking all the contents onto his neatly made bedspread.

Donny pushes them around, looking for the familiar cover of the sword and sorcery novel, but to no avail. Worried he lost the unread book, he rethinks all the steps he took that day, remembering where he last read it with a groan.

"Fuck." he growls, being reminded that the last place he read it was in the shared group cabin.

Though he was nervous of both the walk through the creepy nighttime path and the tiger that would be waiting for him at the cabin, he didn't care. He only had a few chapters left in the book and had to pause during a crucial climax that couldn't go unread. Donny was planning to finish it tonight and wasn't going to let his fear stop him again. With an anxious weight in his belly, he tossed on a windbreaker and opened the door of his cabin, stepping out into the night.

A loud, primal outcry is shrieked through the group cabin, followed by a strained and guttural moan.

"Fuck!" Brittany yelps, down on all fours, her muzzle buried into the fur of the bear rug with her rump lifted in the air.

"That's right. You like getting bred like a little bitch, don't ya?" Axel hisses, spanking her cheek while he thrust deeper into her soaking wet loins.

The Pomeranian could only wag her tail in response, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she panted. Axel bared his teeth and slammed his hips against her own, driving his black length into her over and over again, his swollen tip nearly stabbing into her cervix.

"Oww!" she whined, biting down on her lip, feeling her boyfriend's hands gripping her thighs to keep her hips upright.

"Shut up. You know you love it." he hisses, spanking her again for good measure.

The dog's eyes glowed from the reflection of the fire, letting out yips and barks as the tiger violently mated with her. He yanked and bit at her tail, licking at the furry tip of it, pulling it back to impale her on his throbbing manhood. Axel loved it when he took her like this. Ass up in the air, almost as if she was begging to be rutted, fucked like the dog she was.

"Don't be going mute on me now." he huffed, reaching down to pull her head up by her hair.

"Fuck! I love you!" she barked once her head was snapped backwards, rolling her eyes backwards to look up at the frenzied tiger.

"No! Fuck, talk dirty! Not like that!" he yelled, feeling his cock droop the second she proclaimed her affection.

"Sorry! I mean, I love your big, fat cock!" she replies, her naked breasts jiggling with every rough buck of his hips.

"That's it." he hisses, digging his fingers and claws through her fur, the sounds of their animalistic lust reverberating throughout the deserted cabin.

He could feel her honey clinging to his cock, lubricating it, his black flesh glistening each time it emerged from her depths for that brief half second, before plunging back inside of her. They both knew that he could either go like this for hours or about ten minutes before he'd cum and ultimately pass out on top of her. Almost painfully erect, his length was nearly numb to all feeling, able to keep himself going for the entire night should he so desire. The scent of their sweat and her trickling arousal hung heavy in the air, adding to the ambience as did the fire smoking in the fireplace in front of them.

"Stay just like that. Keep bent down like a good junkyard dog. Keep barking." he spits, leaning down to bite at her neck, digging his fangs in through the thickness of her fur.

Brittany yells in pain and pleasure, her body inching up forward each time he fired forward, the impact causing the rug to scoot up. Her muzzle was stained with his seed after warming him up, passionately reliving all his pent up anger with her tongue and lips, able to still taste him. Axel was much the same with his white furred maw damp with the canine's love after feverishly devouring her tight little cunt. Everything was only an appetizer for this very moment. Letting themselves both get worked up for the tiger to utterly dominate her.

The canine barked and woofed, gasping as the tiger spat at her tailhole, shoving his thumb inside while he continued to assault her almost bruised genitals with his hard mast. At this rate, she might actually get to finish before him which was a rare treat.

"Oh god, Axel!" she wailed, her tail wagging and repeatedly smacking him in the face.

Growing, he swatted her tail away, grabbing her elbows and pulling them back, knocking her down with her face being ground into the bear skin rug. He then leaned down over her, her tail now bent against her back to trap it, his cock still pumping into her like a fleshy piston.

"Oh fuck! Oh god!" he started to grunt, feeling his testicles growing tense with an impending release.

"Nooooo! I'm so close!" she pouted, knowing her lover's warning signs.

"Quit whining." he grunts, keeping his grip tighter around her.

His ears perked to the sound of the door being opened behind them both, but did nothing to cover them or even stop his relentless fucking.

"If you're looking for your book, it's ash now! So I suggest you fuck off!" the tiger yelled over his shoulder, his cock throbbing and twitching with excitement at the idea of someone now watching them.

"Go away!" Brittany snapped, her cheeks growing flush with embarrassment.

Axel laughed and she sighed in relief after they both heard the door hurriedly slam shut.

"See? Just gonna show the others who the real alpha is." he snarled, his ego and manhood both inflating after the little voyeuristic event, even closer now to his release.

"You gonna show me? Gonna paint my doggy fur?" she teases, still grunting and huffing, now feeling more exhausted than turned on.

"You ready to be marked as mine?" he hisses, shoving the rest of her down on the floor, freeing her from his painful length which he immediately began to jerk.

"Swear to god if you piss on me again." she growled, clearly not amused.

"No! I meant cumming, idiot." he groans, growing more and more flaccid the more she talked.

"Oooh, then yes! Gimme all that cum." she purred, wiggling her hips in front of him, her tail swaying above.

"Yeah? Keep begging. Be my feral puppy dog." he grins, dropping his hold on his cock, letting it bounce in the air as he watched her shapely rear dance in front of his eyes.

"Please, Axel! Cum all over your pet!" she begs, reaching back to part her cheeks, bearing her cunt and anus to him, the former dripping with need.

"Oh, yes. Here is comes, bitch." he purrs, getting off on her words, going back to eagerly stroke himself while she stroked his ego.

Lost in the moment, Axel failed to feel the presence behind him along with the hot breath blowing down the nape of his neck. Only when it was too late, did the unsuspecting tiger feel the cold, serrated edge of the long hedge clipper blades closing in around his shaft. He looked down as they opened back up, as if letting him go. Before he could open his mouth to react, the blades snapped back shut around his manhood. The thickness of his cock did little to protect it from the gardening tool turned weapon. The carefully honed blades easily sliced through the organ, severing each dilated, blood filled artery and vein, cleanly cutting through the rigid tissue of his cock. The sound akin to a piece of celery getting broken clean in half filled his ears just as his severed cock hit the ground beneath him. The numbness soon gave way to a stinging, then burning, then unbearably intense stabbing pain as Axel threw his head back with an echoing bellow of misery and suffering.

Just as he screamed, did a torrent of his hot blood pump from the wound where his cock once hung, spraying over the back of the canine with each beat of his heart. The thick crimson fluid soaked into her fur, Brittany moaning as she felt the shower of fluid upon her furred back.

"Oh fuck, Axel! You've never cum this fucking hard before!" she moans, reaching between her legs to dip her fingers inside of herself while waves of the tiger's plasma rocketed from the bloody stump on his groin.

With the color draining from his face, the tiger passed out from the sudden shift of blood pressure, collapsing on the floor to the side of the figure standing behind him.

"That must have felt so fucking good. Must have drained a gallon over my back. And usually you pass out on my back." she giggles with a grin, her free hand smearing his blood into her fur.

Brittany pulls her hand back, dragging her tongue over her palm to collect what she thought was his seed, stopping with a grimace at the taste of something harsh and metallic. She looks at her hand and sees the dark red staining her fur.

"What the fuck?" she says in a panic, flipping over on her back to see the tiger crumpled up on the ground, a small pool of blood forming by his mutilated groin.

Her eyes move from the body of her boyfriend to the set of legs standing in front of her, looking up at the towering figure looming over her. The figure stood at an easy six feet tall, a long trench coat covered most of its frame. Its face was covered with gauze and bandages that were wrapped around the face, tarnished with blood and soil, the once sterile white strips now brown and black. Whatever hair it had was matted to its scalp, twigs and leaves trapped under the knotted locks of hair. Its mouth was covered, with only its eyes visible which were a deep hazel color. Rips and tears in the fabric were repaired with fishing line, hastily sewn together, the coat stained with mud and plant matter that was secured to the jacket in a makeshift form of camouflage. With the dark and brown colors blotching the trench coat, it would easily blend in to the surrounding woods. Looking past the exposed holes in the jacket, she could see a pair of overalls underneath, stained with the same patterns as its overcoat, a pair of tattered hiking boots at its feet. Clutched in its hands was a pair of now bloodied hedge clippers which it then dropped at its feet. The bang from the heavy sheers hitting the ground snapped her back to reality.

The dog let out a petrified shriek of terror, crawling backwards, kicking her heels at the rug which got caught up around her feet, causing her to be unable to stand. She looked up at the killer that showed no emotion nor panic as it watched her. The dog looked around for an escape, her eyes constantly drawn back to her boyfriend, almost expecting him to get up at any second to protect her. It took a step forward, closing any gap she put between them with one long stride, now standing on either side of her legs. Before she could turn over and scamper away, it raised one foot and kicked her in the chest, pinning her down on the ground.

"Help!" she screamed as loud as she was able, before the wind was knocked from her lungs.

With its long arm, it reached forward and plucked a pair of fireplace tongs from the mantle. Looking down at her with its dead eyes, it pulled the tongs apart, before it shot them forward, firmly closing them shut around her throat. She claws at the wrought iron biting at her neck, still hot from hanging above the fire, desperately trying to free herself from the trap. It kept them locked around her neck, using his leverage to keep her off balance. The tongs tightened around her windpipe, making it difficult to breath and cry out for help. Tears of dread trickled down her cheeks, sobbing in fear. The foot lifted from her chest, letting her expand her lungs once again, but was ultimately useless with the hold it had of her neck.

Without making a sound, it began to push her back, using its surprising strength to nearly pick her up off her bottom. She kicked and flailed, but couldn't stop it from manipulating her to its whim. Feeling the heat against her bare back, she began to thrash wildly as she realized what it was about to do. Her eyes widened with horror, claws chipped and torn off from her trying to rip the tongs away from her neck as she did everything to fight back. All she could do was delay the inevitable. Her skinny, 90 pound frame was no match for the sheer brute that stood above her.

It pushed her back further and further towards the fireplace. Her rear was now pushed up against the hearth, the killer stepping closer to her, shoving her back into the open flame. The heat grew hotter and hotter, until she could finally feel the flames licking at her neck. She was able to let out one last whimper, unable to form words, trying to beg for her life. The fur of the back of her head began to burn first, sizzling and curling up at the touch of the flame, burning away to expose the bare flesh beneath. Brittany let out a wail of pain as the fire began burn at the now bare patch of skin. It tilted her down, shoving her back until her head was resting on the logs like some macabre take on a pillow. Her ears were burned next as was the back of her neck, scalded on the glowing embers of the aflame logs. The sound of her flesh bubbling and melting was soon lost; the fire eventually bursting her eardrums. Unable to hear, she could only smell the profane stink of burning fur and her own skin being cooked in the fireplace. Her fake eyelashes burnt, melting to her fur which was quickly burned off as well.

Soon, all of her fur was gone, now left with only her reddened flesh that was soon bubbling and crackling from the scorching heat. Her mouth was stuck open in a silent scream, trying to cough from the smoke that began to fill her lungs. The dog's lips were curled back more and more, until only her teeth were left exposed, the muscles of her face burning away, falling apart as nothing more than ash. Now boiling, the fluid in her eyes popped like two overdone eggs, the optical nerve and eye tissue limply dangling from her now empty sockets until they too were burned away. The once beautiful Pomeranian was gradually reduced to nothing more than a skeleton, smoke pouring over her now blackened teeth, the tongs around her neck now glowing red. Even after watching her the entire time, the killer couldn't exactly place when she exactly died. Unable to scream, she passed without a sound.

It then pulled her back out of the dwindling fire, the Pomeranian now nothing but a lifeless ragdoll. The killer lifted her body into the air by the tongs that still choked her neck, examining her. Aside from her boyfriend's blood, she looked untouched from the neck down. Her fur and body was still as perfect as it was earlier, until you looked too high and saw the smoking exposed bone of her skull, gray with soot. Brittany's jaw hung loose with no muscles to keep it shut, only the fireplace tongs keeping it in place. With her teeth still intact, it almost looked like she was giving one last giggling smile to any that would find her. With a nod, the killer suddenly twisted the tongs to the side, severing the girl's exposed vertebra with a snap, her skull popping free and tumbling to the ground, her freed body now falling in a heap to the floor.

"Help..." the tiger whimpered from the ground.

The killer turned to see a bloody smear on the ground, able to see the feet of the tiger who had managed to crawl into the kitchen, presumably in search of a phone. Following the trail, it entered the kitchen to see Axel propping himself up against the dinner table, blood trickling from the stump of his cock, the coagulated clumps blood finally stopping some of the bleeding. It walked to him and grabbing him by the back of his head, throwing him against the table. Axel landed with a grunt, his back sprawled out on the table, his legs wobbling as he tried to stand back up.

"Motherfucker." he sobbed, the air of the cabin filled with the smell of the burned carcass that was once his girlfriend.

It said nothing, turning its back to the tiger as it opened one of the drawers of the counter, looking for something to use. Axel nearly slipped on the ground, his feet slick with his own blood. The tiger growled and lurched out to the murderer, grabbing him weakly from behind. It easily shook off the tiger, weak from blood loss, and grabbing him by the throat, slamming the back of his head down on the counter. Axel cried out in pain, looking up to see the killer with a lever-type can opener in its hand. Fearing the worst, the tiger tried to break free, but it grabbed him by the jaw, reaching over to grab a wooden spoon and force it into the back of his mouth to keep it open.

Axel yelled out again, crying out for help, punching at the killer who simply shrugged off the attacks. It then place the can opener against one of his long fangs, the longer part of the can opener resting against the top of his tooth, while the bottom clung against the inside. The tiger threw one last punch, snarling at the figure who violently flicked its wrists up, snapping the tiger's tooth off with a crunch. Axel gurgled in anguish, kicking at the figure who banged the tool against the counter to free the tooth trapped in its claws. It then returned the can opener to his mouth, moving down to break off the next incisor, earning another yelp of pain from the tiger. Nearly passing back out from the pain, the monster continued to mutilate the tiger's mouth, breaking off the front teeth of his until it was satisfied. Choking on his blood and saliva, Axel was grabbed once again and thrown over onto the table. Six of his teeth lay scattered over the floor, the killer stepping over them as it returned to the tiger, flipping him over on his stomach, shoving him up on top of the dinner table. In its hands was a long, carving fork, the twin prongs ending with a razor sharp point from never being used, still as sharp as the day it was purchased.

"Why?" the tiger weakly coughed, tasting the tang of his blood, just wishing for his end.

It didn't answer and instead grabbed the tiger's tail, lifting it up. Axel's eyes widened in fear, trying to kick at the figure who prodded his tailhole with the prongs of the fork. It pinned down the tiger's tail against his back, holding him down while it began to insert the fork into his anus, the sharpened points immediately drawing blood as they were pushed inside the tiger's virgin ass. He let out a roar of agony, feeling the carving fork force its way inside of him, stabbing through the walls of his anus, destroying his prostate as well. The fork was driven forward until it was ripping into the lining of his rectum. His body went stiff, no longer fighting back. Axel couldn't even if he had the energy. With so much blood already gone, he could do nothing but cry and whimper, waiting for a death he knew would not be merciful.

Sensing he wouldn't fight any longer, the killer used both hands to work the fork deeper inside of the tiger, shoving its way through his rectum, skewering through and tearing into his internal organs. Stepping back, it raised a leg and violently kicked the carving fork all the way in until only the handle remained outside of the tiger. Barely clinging on to life, Axel gasped repeatedly, his body trying to live, forcing his lungs to breath. Growing bored and in need of a new victim, the murderer took a drying cloth from the counter and wiped the blood off the handle. It then gripped it tightly with both hands and started to turn it, twisting it inside of him, shredding whatever wasn't stabbed and coiled around the rotating prongs of the fork. Finally, it pulled the fork free.

As the carving fork was removed, so was the tiger's anus among other things. The pink sock of his prolapsed rectum followed the fork, remnants of his colon and intestines close behind. The fork was completely removed and tossed to the side, the killer looking at the mess of entrails and organs that were pulled from the now dead tiger's anus, the profound stench luckily unable to penetrate the bandages wrapped around the killer's face. Boots squeaking on the blood stained tile of the kitchen, the murderer turned and walked out, taking one last look at the burned and decapitated dog, before he pulled the door back open and disappeared into the night.

A poorly animated robot, complete with a massive penis, crawled after a naked, busty hyena inside of a factory. The woman crawls as the camera gets gratuitous close ups of her naked rear. She finally emerges out of the cramped vent with the robot still chasing her, arm outstretched in an attempt to kill her. Just as it was about to reach for her neck, she pushes a conveniently placed button, triggering a hydraulic press that crushes the once unkillable, horny monster.

"You're Sperminated, fucker!" she taunts as the robot is crushed to death.

She then runs away and finds a wounded bear who is also naked of course, the two of them celebrating with one last passionate fuck.

"That ending always gets to me." Floyd sniffles, wiping a tear from his eye with a tissue, forgetting what else he had used the same tissue to wipe up.

"Oh, gross!" he gags, wiping away his semen off his cheek with a clean tissue.

The sloth bundles up the tissues and throws them away in a waste basket by the door.

"Well, that was fun." he chuckles, yawning as he dropped his now flaccid cock that was in his hand.

"Hmm, what to do now?" he says aloud, his eyes falling back on his bong.

Reaching over, Floyd pops open the cassette deck of his boom box, pulling open a drawer of his desk to find a mix tape which he drops in and closes the deck, hitting play. Soon, the sound of psychedelic rock fills his room, twisting the knob to crank it up even louder. With the mood set, he grabs a book from his shelf, opening it to reveal a hollowed out inside with a bag of marijuana hidden inside.

"Hmm, running low. Might have to pick up some more this weekend." he frowns, taking some with his fingertips and refilling the bowl.

He packs it tightly, using the screwdriver still on his desk to make sure there were no gaps in his piece. Grabbing his bong, he places it in his lap, flicking his lighter open. The bong bubbles back to life, filling with the dense, milky smoke until he can't hold it any longer and pulls the piece, feeling the smoke pushing its way into his lungs, nearly coughing as they were filled. Wanting to get his money's worth, he holds it for as long as possible, before exhaling another impressive cloud. With his lung capacity, you'd think he could be one hell of a swimmer. He could, but never liked competitions.

"Mmmmm" Floyd hummed, sinking back in his seat, setting the bong beside him as he felt the pleasant light headed feeling start to fill him with that dreamy, warm haze.

His eyes start to flutter, enjoying his body high, feeling himself melting into his chair, a wave of drowsiness not far behind.

"Man, I gotta quit with the indica." he mumbles, his eyes now shut, soon slipping into the irresistible temptation of sleep.

Floyd wasn't sure how long he was out for, until a floorboard creaking brought him back awake. His eyes drooped and eventually opened back up, looking in front of him at a trench coat wearing figure.

"The fuck?" he snorted, squinting his eyes up at the mysterious visitor.

"Um....hello?" he greeted, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.

Floyd looked back up at the person, looking up and down as he examined whoever had stumbled into his cabin.

"Ohhhhhh shit. Are you that dude? Prancer or whatever?" he giggled, still staring at the figure that hadn't moved.

"Yo, I don't know who put you up to this, but they did a good job. Bandages and everything." he grinned, standing up on his off balance legs, getting a closer look at the being.

The sloth poked his chest, making sure he wasn't just some hallucination. He then waved in front of the figure's eyes, but got no response.

"I think you're real? Are you? Hmm, am I real? Am I just dreaming though?" he asked, pinching his arm, but was too high and numb to feel much of anything.

The sloth turned and saw his cassette had stopped playing after finishing.

"Hmm, I've been out for, like, at least half an hour. You like music, scary man?" he said, hitting the eject button and flipping the tape around, before closing it back and hitting play.

It said nothing, but watched every move the sloth took.

"Whoever sent you to scare me should have made sure I wasn't baked first. Sober, well, that's a different story." he explains, the music continuing after a brief pause since he didn't properly sync the tape when he made the mix.

Seeing that the figure wasn't talking, the sloth shrugged and got back to his seat, reaching over to pick up his bong.

"You can take a seat or leave or whatever. I'm probably gonna have a bit more of this and call it a night again." Floyd says, taking some more of his weed and packing his bowl with the screwdriver dropping it back on the table and taking his lighter instead.

Repeating his ritual, the sloth reignites the bowl, taking another long, bubbling drag off his piece, while the figure watched. Seemingly bored of the sloth's shenanigans, it picks up the screwdriver off the desk, flipping it around in his hands and quickly drives the end into the chest of the sloth without warning. The Philips head punches through the sloth's pudgy body, the long shaft helping it pierce into his lung. It wiggles the screwdriver, ensuring it would leave behind a lethal hole as it pulls it back out. Just as the screwdriver leaves his body, a hissing can be heard, following with a jet of smoke that escaped his punctured lung, resembling a busted steam pipe. Floyd looks up at the killer with a surprised face. HIs expression was odd. Not angry or scared, but more of a confused and disappointed, dropping his bong on the floor as the smoke escaped his lips.

The chrome shaft of the screwdriver was now smeared red with the sloth's blood, the killer thrusting his arm and stabbing him again in his other lung, this time earning a grunt of pain from the sloth. Floyd reached up, doing his best to push the killer away, but with no sense of panic or urgency in his shove. Not moving, the figure pulled back and rapidly drove the screwdriver into his chest multiple times with a flurry of jabs, each entering with a slick sound and a muffled pop as it pierced the sloth's thick skin. The held pocket of marijuana smoke continued to escape his stabbed lungs, growing weaker and weaker until it puttered out and instead leaked blood.

Floyd opened his mouth, trying to breath, but could only wheeze with his lungs incapable of holding any oxygen. His hands fell upon his stab wounds, gripping them and pushing his palms flat against them to try and stop the bleeding. The sloth fell from his chair and doubled over on the ground, his chest squealing and bubbling as his lungs were slowly filled with blood. Bending down, the killer picked up the sloth's bong and wielded it in its hands. It then took him by the head and pulled it back so it could see his face. Floyd looked scared, but not terrified. Instead, he wondered why he hadn't woken up by now.

The killer flipped the bong upside down and brought the mouthpiece to the sloth's muzzle, jamming it into his maw, forcing it down into his mouth. Floyd protests and tries to slap its hands away, his jaw being stretched to a painful degree. Unable to push it down any further, the murderer takes the screwdriver and jams it into the sloth's mandible. The screwdriver enters through the joint of his jaw, which the killer than starts to jerk the shaft of the screwdriver up, down, and side to side, until he finally dislocated his mandible.

Floyd yells in torment around the tube of glass pinning his tongue down. The killer than yanks the screwdriver out and jams it into the other side of his jaw, dislocating it the same way he did the first side. As he pulled the screwdriver free, the sloth's jaw limply hangs loose, unable to close his mouth. Floyd looks up at the monster with a pleading look in his eyes, starting to realize this wasn't just another nightmare, but was very real indeed. With the additional room given by unhinging the sloth's jaw, it then grabs hold of the bong and starts to shove it down into his throat. Floyd gags and nearly vomits, grabbing the bong and trying to push it away, but began to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen.

The glass bong enters the base of his throat and is aggressively pushed down deeper and deeper, the top grinding against the sloth's uvula, causing him to gag. The killer stands above the sloth, grabbing his head fur to keep his face in the air, looking into his eyes as the bong was crammed into his throat, the bowl starting to vibrate from the sloth's attempt to breath. Floyd started to see spots in his vision, the edges growing foggy and dark until he fell over on his back which the killer allowed.

He lay on the ground, the sound of music still in his ears, looking up into the cobweb covered rafters of his cabin. The murdered above him listened to the faint sounds of his ventilated lungs squealing and sucking as it expelled blood with each ragged attempt to breath. Crouching down, the killer leaped into the air, landing on the chest of the sloth, the thick glass of the bong shattering under the immense weight of its body, the pop being muffled by the sloth's chubby body.

Floyd felt the hundreds of pieces of smashed glass inside of his windpipe, cutting and slicing into him, able to taste the metallic flavor of his blood that began to rush up into his mouth. Breathing was nearly impossible due to the state of his lungs and the excruciating pain of his trachea being stabbed over and over again, contracting around the pieces of jagged glass the littered his insides. The killer wasn't done, however, and began to jump up again, hopping on the sloth's chest, grinding the glass against his inner flesh, sending pieces of glass and waves of blood into the sloth's mouth with each jump. Ribs cracked and snapped under its boots, the sloth soon unable to expand his chest, his vision becoming dark as he passed out from no oxygen, his life soon fading as the killer stood on his chest, watching as the sloth died before his eyes.

Floyd looked up at the emotionless eyes of the killer, his pupils dilating, the bandaged up face of the monster being the last thing he'd ever see. Grinding its heels into the sloth's chest, the murderer finally stepped off Floyd's chest, which didn't bounce back up to its normal shape, but instead stayed bent and crushed. It took a step forward and turned off the music, before it walked back out, closing the door behind.

Donny walks along the dirt path towards the group cabin, wearing a light windbreaker since the chill of the night cut through his fur the second he opened his door. As much as he loved the camp, all the innocence and charm it had diminished the second the sun went down. He couldn't even hear the sound of the crickets anymore. Nothing but silence covered the campground. Each step left a print in the grass from the damp soil and the heft of the pudgy hamster.

"Swear to god if that asshole tiger tries to mess with me anymore." he growls to himself, trying not to slip on the grass as he soon spotted his destination.

The lights were still on, visible from the few windows installed in the cabin. This didn't surprise him much. If they weren't on from Axel commandeering it for his own nighttime uses, they from him forgetting to shut the lights off when he left.

"Typical." he thought to himself, stepping up the porch.

Donny knocks on the door, loudly enough so they would be able to hear him if they were doing what he thought they'd be doing.

"Hello? I forgot something!" he yells, still knocking on the door, but received no answer.

Fed up, he reaches for the doorknob, surprised to find it was unlocked.

"Odd." he says to himself, turning the knob and pushing the door open.

He's hit in the nose with the stink of burnt hair and what he could only describe as a similar smell to those times the kids would roast hot dogs over a campfire, but would forget about them until they became a crisp, black chunk of carbon.

"Ugh." he winces, pulling his shirt up over his nose and walks inside.

From the smells, he thought that the moronic dog or her equally idiotic boyfriend had tried to make some sort of romantic dinner and burned not only the food, but burned their hair and fur somehow in the process.

"Axel? Brittany? Hope I'm not interrupting. Just need my book. Think I left it somewhere." he announces, his voice altered slightly since he was pinching his nose.

Hearing nothing, but silence, he walks in further, looking around the cabin. He quickly spots the feet of the canine sprawled out on the floor in front of the fireplace, just barely peeking out from the armchair blocking his full view.

"You guys drinking again?" he says, that potent stench growing more so the closer he stepped, until it was overpowering.

As his view was able to move past the armchair, Donny was quickly able to see the rest of what remained of the Pomeranian. At first, he only thought she was passed out on the floor like the many other times he has seen her in this position. Those bare, slender legs of her were untouched, though the wooden floor they lay on showed scuff marks from the heels of her sneakers from her so desperately trying to escape her fate. The hamster's eyes travelled up her body, his breath stuck in his throat once he saw the condition of her head, or more specifically, the lack of one. No longer attached to her, the dog's charred skull, the flesh now melted away, was dropped beside her body.

"Jesus Christ." Donny gagged in horror, twisting his body around to get away from the disturbing scene.

His foot got caught on the edge of the bear rug her body laid on, stumbling against the counter in front of the pass-through window leading to the kitchen. The hamster yelled in shock as he witnessed the tiger's lifeless eyes staring into his own from the kitchen. From the corner of his eye, he could see the pile of entrails splattered on the ground behind Axel, imagining what kind of pain and torture his bully had went through. To see such a morbid fantasy come true was a hefty dose of reality, as was the stomach churning carnage that had been inflicted on the tiger.

"Fuck." Donny exhaled, starting to feel weak in the knees, his ears starting to ring, his lips going blue as a frigid numbness ran through his veins.

He lurched forward, grabbing the corner of the wall as he doubled over. With a grunt, the remains of his last meal were expelled from his stomach, loudly retching, tasting the sting of bile on his tongue as he vomited on the ground.

"Oh god." he whimpered, eyes watering and body trembling.

The hamster managed to take a few steps towards the door, before his legs completely gave out, fainting and collapsing to the ground, banging his head against the hardwood floor of the cabin.

"Mmm, this is so nice." Hailey purred, her fingers dipping into the water of the lake.

"It's nice to have this quiet time together." the panther smiled, no longer rowing their canoe.

The lovers relaxed in their little boat, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the still lake.

"I wish everyday here was like this." she cooed, giggling at a fish that splashed up from the water.

"So do I, but you know it's not going to last." Marcus frowns, looking up at the clouds starting to pass in front of the sun.

"What?" the owl turns her head to look at him in concern, the clouds casting a gray haze over their heads.

"This. Everything. Me and you. It's done. This is the last thing we'll ever do." he replies in a cold tone, gesturing to everything around them.

"Don't say that. What are you talking about?" Hailey whimpers, a sudden wave hitting the boat, causing her to jump.

"We both know this is a dream. You also know that if I came back, you'd feel me. You'd feel my arm around you, but you don't. Something isn't right, Hailey. You need to wake up." he states, fear in the panther's face.

"But....what if I don't see you again?" she asks, voice starting to break, eyes tearing up.

"You'll dream again. We'll meet back here, I promise. I mean.....unless it gets you too." Marcus swallows, another wave crashing against their canoe, rain starting to pour from the now dark clouds above their heads.

"It? Who? What are you talking about, Marcus!?" she cries, tears falling from her yellow eyes, yelling in fear as the water sprays against her face from yet another wave.

"The thing in the woods." the panther sighs, seemingly oblivious to the violently changing weather.

"It isn't real! It's a fucking story!" she sobs, rain now cascading down over the lake, her feathers soon soaked from the torrential downpour.

"It is real. I need you to be strong. I....I wasn't." he gulps, his brightly colored counselor shirt starting to change, red spots starting to appear around his chest, growing larger and wetter with each passing second.

Hailey leaps forward and pulls his shirt up, blood flowing from unseen marks on his body, pressing her hand against him in a futile attempt to stop his bleeding.

"Don't bother. It's too late for me, Hailey. You can still save yourself though." he whispers, placing his hand on hers.

"Where are you!? I need to find you!" she screams, hugging his chest, sobbing against his neck, the rain pelting her back.

"I don't know. This isn't real. You're imagining this. This is your fears coming true. You feared the worst and now it's happening. I'm gone and you need to find me." he sniffles, starting to cry as well, hugging her tightly.

"You're okay! I don't believe this! It's just another nightmare!" she screams, starting to shake, the canoe filling with water from each crashing wave.

"Then you need to wake up and look for yourself. Find me and get help. That's all you can do. I love you so much Hailey and I wish everything turned out better." he whimpers, his voice weak and hoarse, blood pouring from his body, staining her feathers and shirt.

"I love you too. I'm going to wake up and you'll be sleeping right beside me. I'll cry and you'll tease me for being so worked up over a nightmare." she shivers, squeezing him tighter.

"I can only wish that's the case." he croaks, the canoe starting to sink into the water.

"You're okay!" she yells, feeling his heart beat fading.

"Wake up!" he yells with the last bit of his strength.

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Hailey wakes up with a start, gasping as she sits up, her body and sheets soaked with her nervous sweat. Her eyes blink in the darkness, frantically looking around, seeing that the panther was indeed still gone. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she reaches for the alarm clock on the end table, the red LEDs showing that it's been nearly 2 hours since he had left.

"No." she gasps, jumping out of bed, pulling her clothes back on and sliding on her shoes, running outside.

The owl sprints down the path towards the crossroads, running as fast as her legs would take her to the archery range.

"He must be talking to the groundskeeper. That's it. He just got distracted and lost track of time. I'm going to find him, punch him for making me worry, and hug him until my arms go numb." she says to herself, the cold air stabbing at her flesh through the feathers on her face.

A strong gust of wind blows over the path, twigs snapping off of the branches that swung in the wind, peppering her back and head with debris. The adrenaline surged through her body, making it to the track and field in record time. The owl spun her head around once she reached the archery range, looking for Marcus who was nowhere to be found. Seeing that the bows were not there gave her some hope that he was still okay, hoping that he was indeed just talking with the groundskeeper.

The owl hurries over the equipment shed, seeing that the door was wide open.

"Please be in here." she whispered to herself, approaching the shack.

The shed wasn't particularly big, though it had two rooms: one for equipment and the other as a personal quarters for the groundskeeper. A single bulb hung naked by a cord from the ceiling, buzzing quietly. Hailey took a step inside, almost tripping over a kickball that was hidden by the darkness.

"The hell?" she said in surprise, seeing that racks of sporting goods were overturned and knocked to the ground, equipment scattered everywhere.

Taking a careful step forward, she looked at the chaos in the room. The shelves landed at an angle, slightly sticking up in the air. Bats, golf clubs, racquets, and hockey sticks were tossed around the room, as were balls from different sports. She couldn't tell if someone had ransacked the room or if there was something worse that had happened.

Hailey started to lift the racks back up, shoving them back into the wall to try and clean up the mess. After she lifted the other shelf up off the ground, she could see something else was laying beneath the last rack still overturned. Peeking out underneath the metal shelf, was a pair of boots. Panicking, she pulled the remaining shelf back up, looking down at the mutilated face of a Scottish Terrier. His head was split in half, eyes now crossed and dangling loosely from their cracked sockets, the pink of brain matter leaking from his shattered cranium. The wall in front of him was sprayed with a mist of blood, chunks of brain sticking to the white brick, a bloodied baseball bat dropped beside his body. Though she didn't know the fates of the others, his death was probably the most painless from what she had yet to see.

Hailey dropped the shelf and screamed in fright, tripping over a golf ball and falling down on her back.

"What the fuck?!" she cried, scrambling over to run out of the building on all fours.

The owl left the shack and stood back up, her feathers ruffled, body trembling with what she just saw. Did someone actually murder their groundskeeper or was this some kind of sick prank? If so, the special effects were lifelike.

"What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?" she panted, hyperventilating at the dead body she had just seen.

The owl balled up her fists, claws biting into her flesh, frozen with fright. She had only caught a glimpse of the body, but was sure of what she had just seen.

"I-I-I gotta tell someone." she said to herself, spinning to run away, when she saw a black body on the football field.

"Marcus?" she called out, taking a step onto the turf, unsure if the twisted shadow was her boyfriend.

Taking another step closer, her predatory like eyes focused, now able to make out the color of his counselor shirt.

"Marcus!" she yelled, sprinting down the field, before collapsing in horror.

The panther was stilled pinned to the ground by the series of javelins, the turf around him now red with coagulated blood, a thick puddle of his plasma sticking to the artificial grass, a river of it travelling down towards the 40 yard line. Marcus' jaw was nearly shut, his lips stained with blood, teeth chipped by the pole that was shoved into his mouth, that now lay in front of his body.

"Marcus." she sobbed, crawling over to his body, unable to look at the state of his chest.

The owl knelt beside his head, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of her hand. She gingerly lifted his head, gazing into his barren eyes, her own tearing up at the empty stare in those emerald green eyes that were once full of life and warmth, now cold and dead. Hailey cradled his head, inching herself downwards to plant one final kiss on his lips, sobbing once she felt the icy chill of death on the black flesh of his lips.

"I'll see you again. Like you promised." her voice cracked, tears dripping onto his face, stroking his cheek with her free hand.

After holding his head, did she notice the small puddle of blood that was hidden by his head, the sticky, clotted blood showing a sheen from the dried film of spinal fluid. It was only then that she noticed the small hole in the back of his head from whatever killed him, dropping his head with a shriek at the blood that now stained her hand.

Hailey eventually stood up, after wiping her hand on the turf and gave her lover one last goodbye.

"I won't disappoint you." she sniffled, turning to run away to find a phone.

Donny's eyes fluttered open, waking up in a daze.

"What?" he murmured, rubbing his temples with his palms.

He flipped over and sat on the ground, leaning up against the wall of the cabin. The hamster wasn't sure where he was or why he was here. Holding his head, Donny looks around the room. He turns his head towards the opening of the kitchen, a pile of Axel's digestive organs laying in a pool of blood in front of the dinner table.

"Fuck!" the hamster yelps, shocked and confused, kicking himself backwards to the door of the cabin.

Donny presses his back to the wall, looking over and spotting the decapitated corpse of the Pomeranian, unable to tear his eyes away as he blindly fumbled for the doorknob. Grabbing it, he twists and bolts out of the cabin, tripping and falling off the porch with a grunt. His ears turn to the sound of footsteps, snapping his head to the side, seeing the approaching form of the owl.

"Donny!" Hailey yells, jogging over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Huh?" he asks, looking up at her.

"Are you okay?" she asks, panting and out of breath.

"Yeah. What?" the hamster responds, clearly shook up and in shock.

"Listen to me very carefully. Marcus is dead. We need to call the police." she states in the calmest voice she could muster.

Donny's eyes lit up at the words, his lips curling up, almost into a smile.

"What?" he asks, looking as if he thought she was pranking him.

"Donny!" she snaps, shaking his shoulders, staring into his eyes, her nose inches from his own.

The hamster gulps, body still shaking, meekly looking up at her.

"Marcus. Is. Dead." she repeats, emphasizing each word, trying to snap the hamster out of his daze.

He looked up at her with a look of his brain registering what she had said.

"I'm calling the cops." she says, letting go of his face, stepping up on the porch.

"Wait! Don't go in there!" the hamster yells after a pause, grabbing her ankle.

"Donny, let go! I need a phone!" she scolds, kicking his hand off of her.

"They're dead! Axel and Brittany!" Donny heaves, swallowing back a gag at the image of their bodies still fresh in his mind.

"What?!" the owl yells in shock, turning to peek in through the window, seeing the legs of the dog and the bent over body of the tiger.

"Jesus Christ." she shakes her head, voice wavering.

"I know. I just found them." the hamster nods, trembling, his heart racing.

"I still need to go in and use the phone." the owl trembles, reaching for the knob.

"Don't bother." Donny says, getting up from the ground, starting to breath normally again.

"Why not?" the owl asks, turning the knob and opening the door.

"The uh.....phone line...cord..i-is cut." Donny stammers, looking away from her, eyes drawn to the woods.

"Fuck." Hailey sighs, slamming the door shut.

"Look, it isn't that far of a walk to the main road. There's a gas station down less than a mile. We can both go and use that phone." the hamster suggests, keeping watch for whoever or whatever may have been watching.

"There's a phone in the rec room." the owl points out, hands on her hips, gazing out into the woods like the hamster.

"Won't help. The phone in my cabin was dead. I think someone cut the main line." Donny clarifies, turning back to look at the owl.

The owl bit her lip, sniffling another sob as she remembered her lover laying out on the football field. She knew they couldn't wait around. Not with whatever maniac was stalking them. Hailey knew she had to protect the kids as well, but needed to get the police as soon as possible. With her speed, she figured that she could reach the gas station in under 5 minutes.

"Fine. We need to hurry though." Hailey finally states, jumping off the porch, starting to run down the path.

"Huh? Wait up!" the hamster yelled, jogging after her, not wanting to be left alone.

The two remaining counselors ran through down the winding paths, their shoes kicking up dirt behind them.

"What about Floyd? Shouldn't we have warned him?" the owl asks as they run.

"Nah. I think he's fine." Donny pants, barely able to keep up with her.

"What makes you think that?" Hailey asks over her shoulder, keeping her eyes on the path.

"Call it a hunch. You get those, right?" he huffs, doing his best to hold her pace.

".....yes." she replies, feeling her eyes welling up again as she thought about her dream.

Trying to dodge tree roots and rocks, they both sprinted down the trail, until they reached a clearing. Two totem poles were erected on each side of a wide, dirt road, the entrance to the camp. A carved sign was held between the poles, reading "CAMP HALLOW". Tall, street lights dressed up like torches lined the edges of the entrance to light it for any vehicles arriving.

"Alright, let's head up the road. We're making good time." Hailey paused, looking back to make sure the hamster was still following.

"Good, let's go." he panted, feeling his adrenaline coursing through his veins, giving him the energy to run more than he ever had.

Nodding, she starts sprinting again, shoes slapping on the dirt road, a noticeable trench from the tires of countless buses that took the same path each season to pick up and drop off kids, which was hastily filled with gravel. Woods surrounded both sides of them, but straight ahead was the paved road that would lead to the promise of help and an end to this nightmare. Hailey passed under the lights, her shirt sticking to her back, slick with sweat, wiping it free of her brow. Donny followed behind, his belly jiggling with each step, but impressed the owl with his stamina.

They continued down the entrance to the camp, Hailey starting to near the road, anticipating the relief she would feel once her feet touched the paved road. With another step, her ears picked up a sound to her right, hearing a boot crunching on gravel. The owl turned her head in time to see a towering figure, its face bandaged. Its body was lurched to the side, twisting to the left, swinging a thick tree branch at her head. Trying to double back, the owl slid and fell to the ground, feeling the branch cutting through the air just above her head, narrowly missing her.

"RUN!" she screamed, clambering back up to her feet, running as fast as she could aware from the murderer.

"The woods! We'll lose it in there!" Donnie yells, running up the short hillside to disappear into the woods.

Thinking the woods would provide more cover than the barren road, the owl nods and turns to sprint past the trees, quickly finding and following the hamster. The thickness of the trees did their job of helping the counselors flee, but did little to help them find their bearings after they ran for a few minutes. The counselors eventually stopped, facing a wide cliffside that stretched at least 4 feet above their heads.

"Fuck. Where are we?" the hamster asked, doubling over, gripping at the painful cramp in his side.

"I.....I don't know. I was following you." the owl panted, stopping as well, looking around, but saw nothing except the consuming dark of the forest.

"You think I know where I'm going? I barely recognize these woods in the daylight." he huffs, wincing in exhaustion.

"Well, I think we lost it." she nods, her feathers covered in dirt and leaves.

The hamster looked around, starting to panic.

"Help us! Anyone!" Donny screamed, cupping his hands around his mouth.

Hailey turned in fear and knocked him to the ground.

"Shut the fuck up." she hissed quietly, looking around and listening for the killer.

"Heeeeeelp!" he screamed again, ignoring her until she had to jump on him and cover his mouth.

"You trying to get us both killed? No one is going to hear us." she snarls, holding his mouth shut.

The both of them heard a snap coming from behind a tree, looking up to see the bandaged figure emerging from the cover of darkness.

Hailey didn't think twice and rolled off of the hamster, leaping as high as she could at the cliff, her hands able to reach the top. She dug her claws into the rock and pulled as hard as she could, lifting herself up and over the rocks. Luckily for her, she was quite limber and light with good upper body strength from her years practicing archery.

"Hailey!" Donny yelled, crawling away from the killer that slowly approached.

"Take my hand!" she yells, extending her arm over the edge of the cliff.

He hops up and takes her by the wrist, pulling on her, the toes of his shoes kicking and scraping the rock, trying to scale it. The owl grunted and strained, pulling with all her might to try and lift the husky counselor. The owl felt like her arm was going to pop free of her shoulder, her muscles bulging as she tried to lift him with one arm. It was obvious she needed both, but need one arm free to secure herself so she wasn't pulled over, gripping a thick tree root exposed from the ground.

"Please!" he sobbed, his other hand reaching up to grab her forearm, trying to lift himself, but lacking the strength.

Tears dripped down her eyes, silently crying, knowing she was powerless to save her friend despite how much she tried. Sweat and dirt caked his hand as it slid down her feathery arm, until it slipped free, the sudden lurch causing his other hand to lose its grip as well. The hamster landed at the feet of the bandaged figure with a painful grunt. The killer looked down at Donny, cocking his head, before looking up at the owl.

"I'm.....I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Donny." she wailed, eyes misty and wet, quivering and turning around to sprint away.

"Wait! WAIT! HAILEY!" he screamed, jumping up and clawing at the cliffside, roaring in anger and desperation, until he collapsed on the ground.

The hamster punched at the cliffside, seething with hatred and frustration. Knowing it was hopeless, he flipped over, looking up at the murderer. It returned the stare, glaring at Donny, but said nothing, the two exchanging looks in silence.

"Well, are you going to help me up or not?" Donny huffed.

The killer rolls its eyes and extends its hand, which the hamster accepts.

"Gonna be able ta pull yerself up this time?" the killer taunts, muffled behind its bandages.

"Fuck you. Nice miss with the branch by the way." the hamster growls, pulling himself up and wiping off his rear.

"Hey, the bitch slid. Whaddya want me ta dew?" the voice replies, lifting up the bandages up which turned out to be only a mask, revealing a white furry muzzle with streaks of black.

"God 'is thing is uncomfortable ta wear. 'Is fuckin' trench coat makes it impossible ta run through tha woods too. Bullshit keeps gettin' caught on da trees n' shit." the male voice complains with a heavy Southern drawl.

"Well, I didn't make the fucking story, now did I?" the hamster scoffs.

"Issa dumb story ta follow!" the fox bitches, kicking the toe of his boot against the cliff to free the dirt and rocks stuck in the treads.

"It's the only way to get away with this shit! Guy obsessed with the legend or the legend is real. Either way, it has no personal motive for killing these people. Perfect for you and me." the hamster nods, pulling out his compass to figure out which direction the road is.

"Nah, perfect fer you. Ah don't even know 'ese poor fucks ah'm killing. Yer lucky ya got a cousin like me." the fox grins, pulling the bandages back down over his face, following the hamster.

"You want to know? You're killing some stupid, worthless, piece of shit asshole tiger, his brain dead, cunt girlfriend, that perfect panther that stole Hailey from me, and finally her for leading me on all these years." the hamster hissed, trekking through the woods.

"Jealous one, ain't ya?" his cousin snickers, the both of them weaving through the trees.

"She was so nice to me and always turned me down. I just wanted to love her and be with her. Then that fucking Marcus dick swooped in and robbed me of her. What does he have that I don't?" Donny growled.

"Ya mean before er after ah killed 'im?"

"Before!"

"Well, from what ah saw, he had sum nice muscles inna purty face. No offense, but yer a bit too....round for girls ta like. Also, yer a bit of a pussy. 'nd ya never like ta go anywhere er leave tha house. Oh, and ya love ta read those stupid books 'n' play D&D and-"

"Enough!" Donny snaps, nearly tripping and falling as they both stumbled through the blackness of the woods.

"And too sensitive."

"And you can't follow directions! You were supposed to kill her in her cabin along with Marcus. Then you missed her and made me run my ass off through the woods which sucked. You're lucky you heard me screaming or else this whole thing would have been fucked. Did you even cut the fucking phone line?" the hamster vents.

"Ah was gonna kill 'em together, but forgot all ma tools at home. Had ta grab sum stuff from tha shed, but the damn groundskeeper started ta hollar, so ah had ta beat his brains in. When I stepped out, the panther was there so ah took 'im out. I found the tiger fucking 'is girl and killed 'em both, made them both suffer like you said. I went back to find that owl, but she left tha cabin. Ah headed ya both off and now we're here! And no, ah forgot the phone line. Oh well." the fox shrugs, grabbing a hefty looking branch from the ground.

"Good thing I covered for your ass. That bitch was seconds away from calling the cops. I saw a bit of the damage you did in the group cabin. Threw up and passed out so you did well." Donny huffs.

"Glad ta hear it. Should 'ah heard 'im beggin' too. Wasn't too strong after I cut 'is dick off." the fox chuckles, tasting the strength of the branch by hitting it against a tree.

"Good. Fucker made my life hell for too long. As if school wasn't bad enough, he had to come here too? Asshole. Rot in hell." the hamster smiles.

"So what did tha sloth do ta piss ya off?"

Donny stops and glares at his cousin.

"He didn't do shit. He was the only friend I had here. Only one that didn't fuck me over. I explicitly told you to leave him out of this!" Donny snarls, shoving the fox in the chest.

"Ah don't remember ya tellin' me shit. Ya said ta kill everyone!" the fox defends, shoving him back.

"Yeah, except for him! Please tell me you didn't actually hurt him!" the hamster frowns, snarling in anger.

"Well, ah did an' nothin' can change 'at! Let's move on and kill this bitch, alright?" the cousin growls back, jabbing Donny in his chest with the branch.

"Fucking idiot." Donny spits, slapping the branch away.

The fox leaps forward and slams Donny against the trunk of a tree, pressing the branch to his throat.

"Listen 'er, fucker. Ah've killed five people for your selfish, ungrateful ass. Gimme one reason why ah shouldn't do tha same ta yer ass? Remind me why ah'm even 'ere?" the fox hisses, forcing the branch tighter against his throat, the hamster now choking and coughing.

"Cause you're getting paid! You know how much cash I have. My uncle died and hated my dad! Gave me all of his inheritance. I'm giving you $5,000 after this is done. All we need to do is kill her and we can both walk away happy." the hamster chokes, attempting to push the branch away from his Adam's Apple.

"Ah want double. Call it an asshole tax." the fox rumbles, pumping his arms forward to strike him in the neck with the makeshift club.

"Fine! Sure!" the hamster wheezes, eyes rolling back in his head.

The fox releases him and lays the club over his shoulder.

"Then we 'ave an understandin'." the fox grins, starting to run in the direction they were heading.

Donny drops to his knees, coughing and wheezing, pulling himself back up to chase after the fox.

"Doesn't mean I'm still not angry about you killing my only friend." the hamster huffs, catching up to his cousin.

"If it makes ya feel any bett'r, 'at boy was higher 'en a fuckin' kite when I finished 'im off." the fox grins.

"I guess he didn't suffer then." Donny sighs, finding some sort of positive for the morbid situation.

"Wouldn't go 'at far." his cousin snickers quietly so the hamster couldn't hear.

The two started to approach the edge of the woods, now able to see the tall sign for the gas station, which was turned off for the night. They stood on a hill, peering down at the closed shop, unable to see any signs of movement within the darkened windows.

"I don't know if she went in. She might have seen it was closed and headed down the road more." Donny growled.

"Bullshit. She's runnin' scared. Sees a place like this, she's gunna go in." the fox states, spitting on the ground.

"And what makes you so sure?" the hamster suspiciously asks.

"Right 'ere! See 'at?" the fox grins, pulling Donny to his side, pointing at one of the windows.

Squinting his eyes, he could see a curtain in the window to the office falling back in front of the window, as if someone was watching the outside.

"Uh oh. I think yer friend might-a just seen ya with the killer. Hope ya can think on yer toes with this-un." the fox laughs, slapping the hamster's back.

"Fuck. I-I-I'll think of something." Donny groans.

His cousin smirks and starts down the hill, heading to the gas station.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm so sorry, Donny." the owl sobbed, sprinting through the woods, blindly heading towards where she prayed the road would be.

The toe of her shoe caught the end of a collapsed branch, sending Hailey toppling over to the ground. She landed with a painful thud, falling straight on her chest, knocking the wind from her lungs. Staying on the ground, she quietly cried, in pain both physical and emotional. Hailey let it all out, her body wracked with sobs, the twin steaks of tears cutting through the soil dirtying her feathers.

"This isn't happening." she sniffled, pushing herself up with a whine, her knees scraped and bruised.

"I can't stop. I'm not letting everyone down." she coughed, starting to jog forward again.

The mazelike woods were impossible to navigate, the canopies above shielding her of precious moonlight, having to instead run blind. The natural abilities of her eyes made it a bit easier, but did little in terms of helping her figure out which way to run. Her soles beat off the ground, snapping twigs and crunching the fallen leaves as she ran. Without stopping, Hailey eventually discovered a clearing.

"Holy shit." she heaves, catching her breath.

In front of the clearing was the slight incline that led to a guardrail. The owl jogged up and hopped the railing, her feet landing on the smooth asphalt of the main road. Twisting her head side to side, she looked up both ends of the road, no distinction between either, both leading to a seemingly infinite stretch of an identical street.

"Fuck it." she sighs, picking the right side, sprinting down the road.

With no sticks or stones in the path, she ran to her fullest abilities, feeling as if she was gliding above the road with her feet never touching. Her shirt was ripped and tattered from the run in the woods, her legs cut and scraped from falls and climbing the cliffside. She could feel the dirt and sweat staining her feathers, the chilled night air against her face giving her an energizing boost. Soon, she could see the moon above her the more she ran past some of the taller trees, bringing an odd smile to her face. Further down the road, a round shape entered her line of vision above her. Looking closer, she could see that the shape was spinning very slowly, her heart beat racing as she realized what it was. Feeling another surge of adrenaline, she ran and ran, keeping her eyes on the shape that grew larger the closer she got. At last, she was able to make out the sign, reading "SPEEDY'S", the motorized gas station sign silently spinning above, without the usual light inside turned on to give it a pleasant white glow.

"Guessing they're closed, but it's something." she told herself, stepping onto the grey pavement of the parking lot.

The gas station was as you'd expect, with a line of three gas pumps, an ice cooler, soda machine, a small square convenience store with an attached garage. The most important thing to her though, was the telephone booth on the corner of the station. Her pockets were empty of any change, but knew that 911 was free of charge no matter what. Going from the spirit lifting sign of the gas station that promised hope, came the soul crushing sign taped to the phone booth.

"Out of order?" she says in a dull voice.

Her jog slowed, staring at the piece of paper attached to the glass of the booth, scrawled with a magic marker.

"No way." her voice starts to quicken, ripping off the piece of paper and slamming the door open with a squeal.

Her hand grabs the receiver, lifting it to her ear. After hearing nothing but silence, she taps on the switch, praying to hear the dull drone of a dial tone, but receives nothing.

"No, no, no. No!" she starts to yell, rapidly slapping the switch, before slamming the handset against the dial pad, throwing it and leaving it to dangle by its cord.

Hailey walks out of the booth, holding her head in her hands, frustrated and in disbelief. Looking up at the lightless interior of the gas station, she approaches the double glass doors to the mini-mart. She tries the handle of the door which was predictably locked. The owl looks around the oil blotched pavement and finds a loose piece of concrete from the sidewalk. Deciding to not break an obvious window to give away her location, Hailey walks around the perimeter of the building, finally stopping at the backdoor which had a rectangular window installed that was also low enough that she could unlock the door.

"Here goes nothing." she sighs, cocking her arm back to throw the concrete.

A thought enters her head and she pauses, narrowing her eyes, reaching forward to grab the knob. Surprisingly, she turns it and the door opens.

"Thank god this town is full of idiots." she exhales, pulling the door open and closing it behind her, making sure it was locked this time.

Keeping the lights off, she waits for her eyes to once again adjust to the darkness, looking around to see that she was a back office. The room was neat enough, a few filing cabinets with a long desk, office chair, and computer. At the front and back of the stretched room were windows, a door to the side of the room lead into the store with another door there that entered to the garage. Hailey moves to the desk and pushes aside some papers scattered about, until she found a rotary phone.

"Yes!" she cheered in her head, pulling the handset up and putting it to her ear, cheering again at the reassuring sound of a dial tone.

Pointing her finger to the indented buttons, she flicked the number plate to the side, spinning three times until she dialed 911. To her delight, the line began to ring with a response soon following.

"911, what's your emergency?" a male answers.

"Yes? Hi! I need the police right away!" Hailey stammers.

"Ma'am, what is your emergency?"

"Four people have been murdered and someone is chasing me. Please, you need to send someone! Please!" she hurriedly replies.

"Ma'am, I need you to remain calm. What is your location?"

"Uh...I'm in the Speedy's gas station, but my friends were killed in Camp Hallow." she gulps, her grip tightening on the phone.

"Camp Hallow? The one with all the stories?" the voice replies after a pause.

"Yes! That one! Look, I know how it sounds, but I'm seri-"

"Ma'am, this line needs to be open in case of actual emergencies. Not childish pranks." the stern voice warns.

"No, please! I'm not kidding! My boyfriend is dead!" she starts to cry, knuckles growing white.

"Ma'am, what are you are doing is a misdemeanor and punishable with a hefty fine."

"Please! I can't protect the kids and some psycho just killed my friend in the woods! I'm hurt. I'm bleeding. I'm terrified and I don't want to die!" she sobs, falling to her knees.

The voice on the other end goes silent, Hailey crying harder, thinking the operator ended the call, until she head the male sigh.

"Camp Hallow?"

"Yes. Camp Hallow." she swallows.

"I'll send a patrol out, but if you're lying, they better not find you."

"Yes, yes! Thank you!" she breathes in relief.

"And what is your name?"

"Hailey. Hailey Romero."

"Do you wish to stay on the line?" the voice asks.

"Yes. I could use a friend right now." she shivers, peaking out the window towards the woods.

"Oh fuck." she gasps, dropping the phone and covering her mouth, jumping back from out of view.

"Ma'am? Ma'am, are you there?" the operator asks as the receiver sways back and forth from the desk.

Hailey slowly inches her face back towards the window, spying the bandaged figure standing up along the ridgeline of the woods. To her shock, was the hamster standing beside it, the both of them looking as if they were arguing.

"What the fuck?" she pants, unable to look away.

Despite the physical exhaustion she was feeling, she knew she wasn't going crazy. Donny was right there, still alive, still breathing, and was talking to this lunatic as if they were friends. She couldn't see a mark on his body, at least not any made by someone else. From the distance alone, she couldn't hear what they were saying, nor could she read their lips. Based on their mannerisms, she assumed they were arguing about something.

"Donny. What are you doing?" she spoke, feeling the terror in her body flooding with anger.

The two gestured towards the gas station, the bandaged one grabbing Donny and pointing to the window.

"Fuck!" she yelps, falling down on her back, crawling back towards the desk.

"Ma'am?"

"Huh? Yes. Send those guys over to the gas station instead." she begs, picking up the phone once again.

"I can do that. Are you in danger, ma'am?"

"Yes! I see the person that I think killed my friends. I think he saw me." she whispers.

"Can you describe him?"

"Uh...5'9. Maybe 200 pounds? Black trench coat, boots, bandages on his face." she winces, knowing how bad it sounded.

"Like the stories?" the operator huffs.

"Please, believe me. I swear on my mother's life, I'm not making this up." she pleads, voice breaking.

"Okay, the unit is on their way. Is there somewhere you can hide? Maybe defend yourself?"

"I'm inside the gas station." she nods, though he couldn't see her do so over the phone.

"Okay. Stay hidden and make sure the doors and windows are locked."

"Got it." she nods again, setting the phone aside.

The owl crawls on her hands and knees out of the room, looking around the convenience store area of the building. Aisles of snack foods, drinks, and displays lined the one area of the store, a counter and register at the other along with the door to the garage. She crept along and stuck behind the racks and displays for cover, peeking from under the shelves to make sure the coast was clear. Leaning to the side, she looked at the lock for the doors, double checking to make sure it was locked.

"That's good." she nods, seeing the locking switch turned upwards.

She then quickly crawled past the windows and towards the door to the garage, standing back up once she got inside, the small slit-like windows being small enough that she felt safe being fully upright. The garage was big enough to comfortably hold two cars, with the left most side already holding one, the front end of a sedan suspended in the air by a jack. The floor was spotted with oil and gasoline stains, chains hanging by the ceiling, at the ready to lift an engine. Barrels of gasoline, diesel, and oil filled the back end of the garage, tool chests against the walls, metal signs nailed into the wall for a bit of decoration. The room stank of that masculine odor of sweat, grease, and gas.

Hailey approached the garage doors, the rotating knob twisted, duel bolts of metal sticking into the spaces of the guides to keep the doors locked downwards. Knowing that the chance of the police arriving first was slim, the owl examined the garage for something to defend herself with. Opening the sliding chest drawers lead to a variety of wrenches, screwdrivers, socket wrenches, hammers, and other useful tools. The more she looked, the more she uncovered. Laying on top of a workbench, next to a disassembled carburetor, was a pair of thick gloves which she slid on, the inside covered with a non-slip rubberized material. Dangling from the chair in front was a tool belt that fit nicely around her waist. With the extra pockets, she filled them with a claw hammer, awl, can of spray paint, and a folding knife which she kept open at the ready.

"That thing still has about 100 pounds on me, but at least I won't be unarmed." she told herself, passing by the car that was in for repairs.

Through the dirty window, she could see a tackle box in the back seat. Figuring it was worth a look, she popped open the back door and pulled it out, dropping it down on the workbench. She unlatched the clasp and opened it up, seeing that it was one of those designs where the drawers expanded open like a butterfly. In the topmost drawer, peeking out of a sheath was the handle to a knife. She pulled it free, revealing a serrated, five inch blade. Moving the puny folding knife into her pocket, she attached the sheath to her tool belt, sliding her new blade back inside.

"Odds are improving." she nods, picking up the top compartment of the tackle box to see if anything was inside the bottom half.

After pulling free a knot of fishing line, bobbers, and a nauseatingly expired can of worms, she spotted the handle of a pistol that was painted a bright safety orange. Grinning, she instantly grabbed it and pulled it free. Instead of a snub nose .38, she instead withdrew a flare gun.

"Better than nothing. Not sure how deadly this will be though." she frowns, snapping the chamber open to see a live round inside.

She closed the barrel and slid the flare gun into her waistband, before walking back out into the store. Once again, she got on her knees and started to crawl, keeping her back to the displays of junk food. The sight of all the candy and prepackaged pastries was too much to pass up, grabbing a candy bar from the shelf. The owl quietly unwrapped the sweet, biting into the wonderfully flavorful milk chocolate, hoping this wouldn't wind up being her last meal. Savoring the first bite, she scarfed down remains, swallowing it with a content sigh, starting to feel the buzz of the sugar rush. Hailey cautiously leans out and looks towards the doors.

"HAILEY!"

The owl yells and falls over on her back, glaring up at the hamster that was pounding at the glass doors.

"Hailey! Let me in!" he yelled.

She stayed on the ground for a moment, staring at the friend she thought was dead.

"Please! I-I-I-I got away, but that thing is right behind me! Let me in!" he begs, pulling at the handles of the door which rattles the frame.

Hailey pulls herself off of the ground, dusting herself off as she stepped to the door.

"Yes! Please! Hurry!" he pleads, clasping his hands together.

"Where have you been?" she asks, looking down at the shorter male.

"What? The woods! You left me for dead!" he yells, yanking at the door.

"Is that so? You know, you screaming back then was weird, but I could understand it. Being so scared that you just scream for help. I didn't think you were trying to tell whoever that is where we were, but it all makes sense now. And now that I think about it, when you were grabbing me arm, I couldn't tell if you were trying to pull yourself up or pull me down." she growls, grabbing hold of the lock switch to keep it in place.

"What are you talking about? I was terrified and I still am! I was lucky to get away! Now let me in!" he screams, voice no longer with that artificial fear, but genuine anger.

"Who's your other friend? I don't think we've met." she hisses, staring into his eyes.

"My friends are dead! You're the only one left, so let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in!" he wails, starting to kick at the door.

"No, MY friends are dead! Because of you!" she accuses, kicking the door as well.

"Let me in, you stupid, fucking, cunt! Open the fucking door! I'll fucking kill you!" he howls, furiously punching the door which refused to budge.

"Enough, Donny. She ain't gonna do shit."

Hailey jumped at the slurred voice, the bandaged figure walking out from the side of the building, standing beside the hamster.

"I fucking knew it." she shakes her head, nervously swallowing at the sight of the killer, finally able to see it up close.

"Ah think we cin cut the act, now?" the figure nods, pulling the bandaged mask free of his face, tossing it to the ground.

"Might as well." Donny growls, spitting at the door where Hailey's face was.

"Hey there. Name's Ron. Cousin of this 'ere hamster." the fox smiles, leaning against the window of the door.

"So you're the piece of shit that's been doing this." she growls, punching the window where his head lay, no longer feeling any sort of fear as she saw who was behind the mask.

"Heeeey, whoa. No need for name callin'." the fox moved back, raising his hands, one holding a thick looking tree branch.

"Fuck the both of you. The cops are coming here any second." she sneers.

"Fine. Guess we'll have ta break in an' kill ya 'fore they find us." Ron smirks, stepping beside the hamster.

"You don't scare me." the owl hisses, watching the both of them.

"Really? Cause ya seemed ta be screamin' reeeeeal loud when ya saw me back 'ere. C'mon, Donny. Let tha hunt begin." the fox smirks, taking off towards the office, Donny quickly following behind.

Hailey's breath is caught in her throat, turning to run towards the office. She arrives in time to hear one of them throwing their body against the door with a loud bang.

"Ma'am, what's happening?" the operator calls from the receiver left hanging from the desk.

"They're here!" Hailey yells loud enough for the 911 operator to hear.

He replies, but she couldn't make out what he said, running from the room and slamming the door shut. Looking around, she grabs one of the racks full of snacks and drags it to the door, barricading it, before running to the garage. Closing the door, she pulls the knife from her belt, gripping it tightly for some sort of mental support, breathing heavy.

Ron sprints towards the back of the building, roaring and leaping into the door, throwing all of his weight against it, but bounces back instead of breaking through.

"Motherfuck 'at hurt!" he grunts, rotating his shoulder to make sure he didn't damage it.

"I could of told you that wasn't going to work." the hamster shakes his head.

"Yer right. Ah shoulda tossed yer fat ass through tha wall." he taunts, gripping the branch in his hands, swinging at the glass window, which lands with a crack, but doesn't break.

"Ha ha. Fuck you too." Donny rolls his eyes, bending down to pick up a piece of broken off sidewalk from the ground.

"Hmm, that'll work." the fox nods, stealing the chunk of concrete from his hand, hurling it through the window which shatters instantly.

"I could have done that." Donny grumbles, reaching through the broken window, unlocking the door and pulling it open.

"Quit whinin'." he snaps, stepping into the office, flipping the lights on.

The hamster follows and looks around, checking under the desk to see if the owl was hiding.

"Ma'am, is everything alright?" the operator on the phone asks after hearing the window being broken.

The fox picks up the phone.

"Hmm? Err, yeah. She's gonna be fine. Don't ya worry, ah'll make sure she's nice an' safe." he purrs in the handset, before dropping it and ripping the phone off of the desk, throwing it against the wall, smashing a hole in the dry wall.

Ron grabs the desk and pulls it forward, tracing the line from the back of the phone to the wall. He then kicks a hole in through the thin building material, reaching it and pulling the phone line out, cutting a line through the wall from the wire getting yanked free.

"Gotta blade?" he asks, looking around for some sort of knife.

"Uh......will this work?" Donny asks, picking up a long piece of glass from the busted window.

"Better 'an nothin'." he shrugs, taking it and managing to cut through the phone line.

"Now ya can't say ah never cut a phone line." Ron jokes, stepping to the door, giving it a kick and feeling the weight holding the door shut.

"Yeah, only god knows how late. Cops were already called." the hamster sighs, trying knob of the door he kicked, unable to push it open.

"Means we're racing tha clock." the fox grunts, slamming the heel of his boot into the door repeatedly, feeling it budging open inch by inch.

Since he was no use, Donny waited for his cousin to get the door open, while he looked around for a weapon, finding only a dull letter opener.

"Goddamn." the cousin huffs, the door now enough to get a leg through the gap.

The fox sticks his foot out into the store, pressing his heel against the doorframe for leverage, shoving his body forward with a stained groan, slowly, but surely pressing it open the rest of the way.

Her head lifted at the sound of glass breaking, pulling her away from her task at hand.

"Guess they found the same way I took." she huffs from the ground, on her hands and knees.

She found a can of automotive grease in one of the shelves, smearing its contents onto the floor in strategic spots and in front of the door way, pulling on a latex glove to not ruin the pair of gloves she found earlier. The black muck was worked into the concrete flooring, the darkness helping to hide it. Satisfied, she got up from the ground, walking back to the work bench. She picked up a coffee can sitting on the surface, seeing it was full of loose ball bearings which she scattered around the floor, keeping a handful in her pocket as well. With another handful, she threw them at the lights hanging above, breaking the light bulbs to ensure she would always have the element of surprise. Carefully stepping back to not slip, she picked up a bottle of motor oil and kicked off her shoes and pulled off her gloves.

Through the door, she heard the metallic screeching of the heavy shelves being pushed back from the office, knowing she had little time left.

"Guess this is it." she told herself, uncapping the bottle.

Taking a breath and closing her eyes, she poured the oily fluid over her head, moving the bottle to her arms and torso, getting her legs and ankles as well. Hailey dropped the now empty bottle and massaged the oil into her feathers, coating her body with the stuff, until she was completely saturated with it. Now slick, she slid her shoes back on, which were untouched by the oil to keep herself from slipping too, along with her gloves which she pulled back on her hands. Hearing footsteps approaching, she took one last breath and readied herself for the fight of her life.

"Remind me ta steal sum smokes an' beer 'fore we leave 'ere. Maybe sum scratch-offs too." the fox smiles, feeling high on the thrill of the hunt.

"You mean the cash you're being paid isn't enough?" Donny states, walking into the store with him.

"It's fine, but who can pass up free shit?" he grins, taking a practice swing with the branch, smashing an end cap display of chips.

"Clearly I hired the right person." the hamster shakes his head, making a beeline for the garage, knowing that's where she had to be.

The fox snickers and dives over the counter, searching for the girl and also taking a pack of cigarettes for himself as well. Donny steps to the door and waits for his cousin who was checking out the bathrooms for her as well, but turned up empty.

"She's in here." the hamster hisses.

"Sure 'bout that? She wasn't anywhere else." the fox jokes, finding the whole thing to be a game of sorts.

"You going to help or what?" Donny whines, testing the door knob, which opened, pushing the door to the dark room.

"Help? Naw. This is personal, innit? She's aaaaaaall yers." he smirks, poking the hamster in the back with his club to ease him into the garage.

"Um.....you think I can handle this?" Donny gulps.

"You gunna be a fuckin' chicken shit all yer life? Get in there an' kill the bitch! You hate 'er so much, so do it!" he barks, swatting Donny's backside.

"Y-you're right. I've wanted this for a long time." the hamster growls.

"Ya hear that!? It's just you two an' he's ready to get ya!" Ron yells, echoing in the garage.

"I can do this." he told himself, looking around the room.

His eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of the garage, easily the darkest part of the building with only those window slots in the garage door letting in the moonlight. Donny took one step forward, yelping as his foot unexpectedly slid out from under him, his body flipping into the air, landing hard on his back with a crunch.

"Aaaaahhhh!" he yells out in pain as his back lands on the shards of broken light bulbs with only a thin shirt to protect himself, which the razor sharp glass slices through instantly.

Ron lets out an amused hollar, thoroughly enjoying this show so far and it's only just begun.

"You fucking cunt!" he screams, scrambling up from the ground and hitting another patch of grease.

This time, he nearly recovered, but fell down to his knees, hearing that familiar crunch as pieces of the broken bulbs entered his knees, scraping at the bone, before his kneecaps ground them into dust inside of his flesh. Donny lets out another howl and a torrent of profanities and insults, growing weak from pain and exhaustion, pulling himself back up one more time. To say he wasn't as strong as the others would be an understatement, already feeling his heart racing and body sweating from the smallest exertions.

"Ah can't believe ya fell for it again!" Ron laughs, slapping his knee.

"FUCK YOU!" the hamster screams, seeing the tool chests where he rips a drawer open and grabs a long screwdriver.

"Ooooh, he's getting mad! Better be careful, owl!" Ron teases some more, crossing his arms, leaning against the doorframe to watch.

The hamster was seething, tip toeing across the garage, determined to not fall again. He starts to kick at whatever is in sight, knocking things over, throwing things, but couldn't find Hailey. He managed to walk around the garage twice without slipping or finding her. Moving closer to the car, he shoved his arm through the window and stabbed the screwdriver wildly, puncturing the back seat, hoping she was there. Leaning inside, he checked under the seats, but to no avail.

"Hmm. Didja check the garage door? Make sure she didn't leave? Should still be locked." the fox shrugs, equally as confused as his cousin.

"I guess. Bitch straight up fucking vanished." Donny hisses, walking back towards the garage.

The trunk of the car bursts open, Hailey letting out a primal scream as she stabs the hamster in the back with her awl, causing him to scream out in pain and fright as he fell forward.

"Hey, hey, 'ere she is." Ron chuckles, jumping at her scream.

The owl jumps out of the car, kicking the hamster in the groin as hard as she could, hissing at his whimper. Donny lay on his chest, holding his hands over his head to protect himself as the owl rapidly stabbed him, the long shaft of the awl puncturing through his fatty flesh, piercing his kidneys.

"Stop!" the hamster cries out, screaming with each time the metal spike entered his body, feeling the streams of blood staining his shirt which stuck to his body.

"Stop? STOP!?" Hailey screams with a guttural cry, purposely avoiding hitting his spine, not wanting this to be over so quickly.

Her mind raced, thinking of how he tried to trap her, let that vicious cousin murder her, and for what? She didn't care or want to know. All she wanted to do was punish him.

The owl stabbed him one more time, wiggling the shaft inside of his body, entering through his ribs, punching through the walls of his lung. Donny panted and wheezed, already able to taste the iron tinge of blood as his deflated lung tried to expand. She threw him over onto his back, straddling his waist, pulling his head up so he was nose to nose with her.

"Look at me. Look at me!" she shouts, shaking him, slamming the awl into his rib cage, scraping against the bone with the blunt tip, applying enough pressure until she could feel it finally snap, forcing the shaft deeper past his shattered rib, narrowly missing his heart.

The hamster cried out, gritting his teeth, his eyes widening in agony, looking into her wild eyes.

"I always hated you. I felt bad at first for how you were treated. I tried to be your friend. I really wanted to. You were so nice too. You just couldn't take no for an answer though. Always coming on to me. I know how jealous you were. That's what this is all about, isn't it? ISN'T IT!?" she screams directly in his face, jamming the awl into his nostril, keeping his head held up in front of hers.

"Y-Yes!" he admits, crying in pain, the tip of the awl starting to protrude through his nose.

"And because of your pathetic, selfishness and jealousy, all those people had to die. My Marcus. We were going to have a future together. Get married, have kids, things you would never know. And now, he's gone. He's gone and I'm going to make sure you pay with your life." she barks, emotion breaking through into her voice at the mention of her passed boyfriend.

"I didn't kill them! He did!" Donny pleads, pointing to the fox, doing anything he could to escape his punishment.

"I haven't forgot about him. He's going to suffer too. And if he kills me, I'll at least die happy knowing I took you with me. I'll meet Marcus in Heaven and we'll continue our lives, laughing as you rot in Hell. Alone. Cause even in death, you'll be by yourself." the owl heaves, pulling the awl from his nose, instead pressing the tip to his eyeball.

"Please! Don't! Help me, Ron!" he begs, screaming louder as he feels the tip pressing against the white of his eyeball, his eyelid closing around the shaft, but unable to stop it from gradually pushing in more and more.

Hailey watched with a malicious smile on her lips, something he had never seen, pressing the awl firmly into his eye, ignoring those blood-curling screams. With half of the shaft lost into his eye, she began to lift her hand, pulling the awl up at an angle, his eyeball coming with it. Rather than his eyeball popping from his socket which she expected to happen, the awl broke through and split his eye, cleaving through it with a wet slurp, watching his iris and pupil become lost in a pool of mush and fluid. His screams reverberated through the garage, the ears of the fox folding down towards his head to protect his eardrums.

The owl panted and got off of him, Donny rolling over and cupping his now mutilated eye, until she grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him backwards.

"What are you doing?!" he cries, his nails biting into the concrete to try and stop her.

Hailey said nothing, bringing him to the front of the car, rolling him over.

"Wait! STOP!" he screams, his eyes now face to face with the wheel of the car that was propped up by the jack.

"Fuck you, Donny." she hisses, kicking the release of the jack.

The hamster gives one last horrified scream, silenced by the 4,000 pounds of steel crashing down on his skull, hearing it give a surprisingly loud pop as it split. The car landed on his muzzle, folding his face into itself, a massive split reaching from the top of his jaw to the top of his head. The force of the drop was severe enough to basically eject his brain, what was left of it at least. Half was crushed from the initial impact, still stuck under the tire, while the rest exploded from his cranium in countless meaty, pink giblets. If she could see under the car, it would almost appear as if someone had "unzipped" his head with how the wound looked and all that came out of it.

She lost herself in the moment, feeling too many emotions to place. Fear, anger, hatred, sadness, remorse. She had never killed someone before. She had never been in a fight, yet she had just stabbed, mutilated, and executed another person. The sound of a slow clap brought her back to her senses, turning to see the fox still standing in the doorway.

"Bravo. Can't say ah'm too thrilled 'bout ya killin' my paycheck, but what can ya do?" he shrugged, uncrossing his arms.

"Don't even care that he was your cousin, do you?" she asks quietly, looking back at the river of blood escaping from beneath the car.

"Hmmmm, naw. He was a pissant 'at was all bark 'n' no bite. Guessin' 'is daddy didn't raise 'im right." the fox smirks.

"And yours did?" she growls, turning back to look at him.

"Didn't say 'at. Ah'm as fucked as they come. Least ah admit it." he nods, leaning back up, pulling off his trench coat and dropping it to the floor.

"Did you really think he could kill me by himself?" she asks, oddly curious about why he stayed back.

"Ha! Hell naw. 'At boy is one big, pink wad o' chewed up bubble gum. Ah just figured 'at y'all could use tha alone time. Work out some-a those emotions 'n' feelings." he grins, picking up the makeshift club he had resting by the door.

"What emotions? Anger? Rage? He was odd, though. He really was nice. I knew how jealous he was of me and Marcus, but didn't think he'd do something like this. Doesn't excuse it though. I meant every word I said. Bastard." she growls, looking at his legs sticking out from under the car.

"He's been like 'at his whole life. Hope he enjoyed what years he had. Ta be perfectly honest, ah had a sneakin' suspicion 'at ya'd be waiting for an ambush. Looks like ah was right. Some interesting booby traps ya made so quick. Smart girl. Trunk was a nice touch too. Even caught me by surprise." he snickers, stepping into the garage.

Hailey takes a few careful steps backwards, putting distance between them.

"Grease, huh? Pretty good. Too bad 'ese 're slip resistant." he grins, tapping at the soles of his boots with the tip of the branch clutched in his grip.

Hailey said nothing, moving towards the back of the garage.

"Mmm, ya know somethin'? Ah can see why he took such a shinin' to ya. Such a sexy girl. Even with all 'at shit ya got on yer feathers. Dirty girl. Guess ma late cousin had sum good taste in gals." he purrs, lifting the tree branch, suggestively stroking it, spitting out a wad of saliva towards the tip.

"Fuck you. You're as desperate as that dead fucker was and you'll die just the same." she snarled, dropping her awl that was slick with blood and fluid, replacing it with the serrated diving knife from her belt.

"Guess ah'll have ta hurry up an' get yer body when it's still hot. Doesn't feel too good when 'ey get all cold an' stiff." he sneers, gripping his club with both hands.

Before she could respond, the fox charges forward, stepping onto the ball bearings scattered about, losing his balance and falling backwards. While he was still down, the owl ran forward and kicked at his head, missing his face with only her toe skipping off his forehead.

"An' ah thought 'ese were slip resistant." he jokes, not registering the pain from the remains of the light bulbs stuck in his back.

Ron ignores the tree branch and picks up a sledgehammer from under the work bench. The owl moves behind the car, putting it between them both.

"What was 'at name ya said? Marcus? Guessin' 'ats yer boyfriend? Boy. Ya should 'ave 'eard how he screamed." he taunted.

"Fuck you!" she screamed, yelping in surprise when the fox took a surprise swing of the sledgehammer.

He swung it overhead, using the hammer's reach to nearly hit her head, instead slamming against the roof of the car with a deafening bang. The owl retaliated, but leaping over the roof, swinging the blade at his arms. The edge of the blade hits his forearm, but doesn't do anything aside from leaving a minor cut. Ron pulls the hammer back and winds back up as she pulls away, this time swinging to the side.

"Fuck!" Hailey squeaks, diving to the ground, feeling the hammer clip the feather protruding from her skull, narrowly missing a deadly hit.

The sounds of the fox's boots stomping around the car struck fear in her heart, rolling underneath the car in time to dodge another smash from the sledgehammer, cracking the concrete where her head was.

"Where ya goin'?" he growls, reaching under the car to grab her.

His hand grabs her ankle, which slips free, leaving him with nothing, except a handful of oil. The owl stretches herself downwards and grabs his wrist, stabbing into the underside of his arm with the diving knife. The fox snarls in pain, trying to wrestle his arm free. Needing to do as much damage as possible, she starts sawing at his wrist with the serrated edge. Knowing what she was trying, the fox twists his wrist to the side to protect his veins, pulling his arm back. Though he couldn't get a grip on her cause of the oil, he was able to pull her if she was holding onto him. Before she could let go, he yanked her head and torso out from under the cover of the car, slamming his fist against the side of her head.

Hailey grunts, her head snapping to the side, another punch landing in the same spot, feeling her brain banging against the inside of her skull. Seeing stars, her vision was blurred, blinding thrusting her knife which only scratches his boot. She could see the outline of his figure, standing back up, his foot stomping at her hand. Yelling in pain, she reluctantly dropped the knife after taking another stomp to her fingers, breaking a nail and nearly snapping a bone. Before he could do worse, she moved back under the car, the oil on her body helping her slide.

"Keep hidin' bitch. Only gonna delay the inevitable an' piss me off." he warns, hitting the hood of the car with his hammer, Hailey able to feel the car shaking above her as she crawled back out.

She could already feel her eye becoming swollen, making it harder to see. Without her knife, she pulled the hammer from her belt, ready to attack again. Ron shakes his arm, feeling the blood running down to his hand from his wounds, wiping his palm dry on his pant leg.

"Where are all yer friends? No one ta help ya. Not even the fuckin' cops are 'ere yet." he sneers, already able to tell playing with her emotions made her sloppy.

The owl kept her cool, though was raging inside at how long the police were taking to arrive. Was the operator just toying with her? She thought they were only a few minutes away, but every second was feeling like an eternity. Maybe they got a real call and blew her off?

Ron looked at those confused eyes of hers, gripping her diving knife in one hand with the hammer in another. The fox discreetly tossed the hammer to the side, landing with a crash against the pile of barrels. She gasps and snaps her head in the direction of the sound, the fox seizing the opportunity to charge at her.

From the corner of her eye, she could see the fox leaping at her, feeling his body crashing against her own, sending them both to the floor where her head slammed to the concrete. Though oiled up, he was able to straddle her waist to keep her held down.

"Gotcha, bitch." he hisses, pressing the tip of her knife to her cheek.

One of her arms was pinned at her side, the other above her head. In the tumble, she had dropped her hammer that now lay inches from her finger tips.

"Fuck you!" she snarls, spitting at his face, throwing a punch at his head.

From the angle she lay, the punch was at an awkward angle, landing without momentum or force, bouncing harmlessly off his chin. Ron looked down at her with a diabolical glare, his pink tongue sliding past his lips, licking her saliva from his cheek.

"Naw, bitch. Fuck you." he purrs, dragging the point of the blade over her face, pressing harder and harder until it began to cut into her flesh, leaving a reddened trail behind under her feathers.

She whimpered with pain and fright, stretching out her arm as far as she could, only able to just barely brush the tip of her longest finger against the handle of the hammer. Still holding the knife, he reached back and threw his fist forward, punching her right eye, again and again, until she could finally feel her orbital bone crack under his knuckles. Hailey cried out in pain, her eye swelling up in seconds, forcing itself to close.

"Oooooh, those screams are so sexy." the fox huffed, pressing his snout into her neck, inhaling her smell.

With his sensitive nose, he could make out her sweat, body wash, along with the oil she covered herself with.

"Mmm, smell like a good lil' bitch. You'll be forgettin' all about that boy ya loved so much once ya get a taste a' me." he groans softly, licking her feathers.

"Get the fuck off of me!" she screams, starting to wiggle her body.

"Wanna do 'is tha hard way? Fine by me." he growls, flipping the knife in his hand, stabbing the blade into her shoulder.

Hailey threw her head back with a wail, the blade jamming into the joint, cutting into her flesh with the serrated edge that he tugged down towards her chest.

"Whoops. Guess 'at was a little too deep." he sneered, puling the blade out a bit, dragging it downwards, cutting through her shirt.

As the blade moved down, she felt her arm growing weak from the nearly paralyzing damage he had just done. To her luck, he had only damaged the shoulder of the arm that was trapped under him. The owl started to roar with horrific agony, the blade digging into her flesh as it made it was down her chest, leaving behind a gory trench, until he had cut up her shirt enough to expose her breasts.

"Haven't seen too many gals with feathery tits. Kinda sexy." he smirks, ripping the rest of her shirt off with his free hand.

"Fuck you." she sobs, trying to will her arm to stretch out, just enough so she could reach the hammer.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Bitch, ya sound like a broken record. Maybe ah outta cut out 'at tongue 'o' yers. Shut ya up fa good." he threatens, sliding the blade against her throat, just hard enough to cut the skin.

The owl says nothing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reply. Ron took this as an insult and started to stab at her chest, shallowly, but deep and hard enough to draw blood, slicing at her body, feeling the blood seeping out from her feathers. Hailey yelled louder, thrashing her head about to try and dodge his attacks, but only managed to anger him further, replying with another punch to her already injured eye.

"Stop!" she wept, pulling her arm in front of her face to protect herself, forgetting about the hammer.

"Then ya better answer when spoken to, cunt!" he yells, slapping her.

"Yes, sir!" she responds with a cry.

"Good. Ya learn fast. Now howsabout ah help ya lick yer wounds." he teased, inching closer to lick at her bleeding chest.

With him shifting forward, he lifted himself from her waist. She still couldn't move, but was now able to reach for her tool belt. She squirmed from his eager tongue that dragged itself over the fresh wounds, stinging them, unsure of how he was enjoying licking blood from her oil stained feathers. The owl's hand slid down at her side, patting at her belt to see what she had left to defend herself with. With the way she was positioned, there was no way to get to the flare gun. Blindly patting the belt, she felt the cool, metal touch of a can, grabbing it and pulling it free.

Ron sucked at the clumped up feathers on her chest, diving his tongue down through them, lapping at her pink nipples, before giving them a suck. He kissed and bit at her neck, avoiding the massive wound on her shoulder. The fox pulled his head up to stare into her eyes, his own burning with lust and intent.

"Tasty." he grins, ears flicking at the sound of a can rattling under him.

"Taste this, fucker." she growls, lifting her good arm in front of his face, spraying a blast of black spray paint into his eyes, shaking her hand side to side to make sure each eye got hit with the blinding mist.

Ron yells out and falls backwards, putting his hands over his face, rubbing at his eyes with his palms to try and clean off the paint, but did nothing but smear it in more. She drops the can of paint and kicks herself across the ground, snatching her hammer. While the fox rapidly blinked his eyes, trying to remove some of the paint, the owl crawled closer. She lifted the hammer above her head, while the fox curled up into a ball to protect himself. Hailey didn't care and brought the hammer down on his knee cap, sending his leg kicking forward by relax.

The girl swung again at his knee, this time with the claw end, striking him in the same spot, earning another scream of pain as she chipped the bone. Ron rolled over on his side, but she continued, hammering his knee one last time until it shattered like a dinner plate.

"Bitch!" he roared, flailing the knife at her, cutting at her thigh and arm.

She stands back up and waits for a break in his swings, returning with one of her own. Hailey brings her arm upwards as if throwing an uppercut, catching him in the chin with the hammer, slamming his jaw together, chipping a tooth and fracturing his mandible. Using the momentum of her swing, she swung the hammer back down at an angle, hitting him in the skull with the claw, tearing free a piece of his scalp.

Ron screams and scrambles across the ground, getting up and limping on his good leg, falling into the work bench. His hands pat around until he finds a roll of shop towels, which he rubbed across his eyes, finally removing some of the paint, enough at least that he could see. Taking the last opportunity she may get, Hailey kicked at his injured knee, following up with one more hammer strike, hitting one of his hands, hearing the crunch of a broken finger.

"Ah'll piss on yer grave, cunt! You and 'at fuckin' faggot boyfriend that ah butchered!" he screams, turning to face her.

"Come and get me, you inbredded fuck." she taunted, walking out into the store, hammer in hand.

"Bitch!" he shouts, taking a step forward, but falls to the floor.

He lets out a wail of aggression and pain, crawling over to the sledgehammer, bracing himself with it, using it as a makeshift crutch.

Hailey pulls out the handful of ball bearings from her pocket, throwing them on the tiled floor of the mini-mart, before she unlocks the door and steps outside. The fox grunt, trying to not put much weight on his shattered knee, the sledgehammer proving vaguely useful as a makeshift crutch. The metal head scraping against the tiled floor of the mini-mart once he entered from the garage. He managed one step, until his boot landed on the ball bearings, kicking out his leg from under him. The fox manages to catch his footing on his good leg thanks to the extra support of the sledgehammer, but was unable to brace his broken knee. All of his body weight came toppling down, bending against his joint, folding his leg with an unnatural angle. Over his shrill roar of pain, he could hear what remained of his knee cap snap and crack, the tendons and muscles becoming ripped and sliced from the shards of shattered bone as he collapsed on the ground.

Ron lay on his chest, panting and heaving with torment, screaming out the girl's name in anger, rapidly cursing, doing anything to take his mind off the gnarled, twisted joint that was once his knee. Gripping the sledgehammer, he pulled himself up from the ground. The metal head of the hammer gave way, slipping against the polished tiled floor, sending him back down with an outcry of resentment. Knowing there was no way he could walk, he dug his claws into the floor and lurched himself forward, hissing as his destroyed knee rubbed against the ground.

The entrance door swung open, Hailey stepping in to look over the defeated fox.

"What's wrong? Need a hand?" she taunted, carefully stepping around him to kick at his leg.

"Ahh! Fuck you!" he barked, swiping at her leg.

"No, no. Fuck you." she sneered, moving behind him.

The owl grabbed at the ankle of his good leg, seeing as the other wouldn't be moving on its own. She jerked his body around, dragging him out of the mini-mart.

"The fuck you doing ta me!?" he screamed, grabbing hold of the doorframe.

"Nothing you wouldn't have done to me." she hisses, stepping forward to stomp at his hand.

"Bitch!" he yells, crying out in misery after his fingers were kicked off the door.

Still trying to stop her, the owl pulled him over to the gas pump, grabbing him by the neck and slamming his head back against the pump.

"Do whatever ya like, cunt. Ain't nothin' gonna bring back ya boyfriend. Ah killed 'im. Doesn't matter what ya do ta me. He's gone forever." he grinned, looking up at her with smug sneer.

She replies with another kick to his broken knee, grinding her heel down for good measure.

"I know he is, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to enjoy this." she rumbles, backhanding him across the muzzle.

"Fuckin' hit like a girl." he taunts, spitting a glob of blood at her pant leg.

"I need to go get something. Just go nowhere now." she smirks, leaving after one last kick to his injured leg.

Ron throws his head back with suppressed grunt, not wanting to give her anymore satisfaction of hearing his cries of pain. Panting, he watched her disappear back into the mini-mart, unable to see her through the lightless windows. He rolled back on the ground with a wince, dragging himself across the parking lot towards the road.

"I ain't letting this bitch take me." he tells himself, forcing himself over the pavement.

By the time he made it halfway across the lot, the garage door is pulled open. The owl steps out with a handful of zip ties, spotting the fox trying to flee, leaving behind a faint trail of blood from where the bone had split the skin on his knee.

"Can't leave me now. Fun is just starting." she smirks, picking up a tire iron.

"Get tha fuck away!" he yells, pulling himself faster over the ground, but couldn't outrun her.

Hailey casually walks over, lifting the tire iron over her head with both hands, slamming the pointed end down at his good leg. The iron stabs into the fatty meat of his thigh, forcing it down further, putting her weight on the back of the tool to cram it into his flesh. The fox screams and kicks his leg away, flipping himself over on his back.

"Fuck you!" he yells, kicking into the air with his now wounded leg.

"Now look who's all full of fuck you's." she chuckles, snatching his ankle and trapping it under her arm.

She then repeatedly whacks him in his only good knee, before throwing his leg back down, standing on his ankle to keep it pinned. The owl returns to the pointed end of the tire iron, jamming it down under his knee joint. The edge dips under his skin, wiggling it down as she pulls out the hammer she had dropped earlier from her tool belt. Using the tire iron as a chisel of sorts, she pounds at the end of it, knocking inch after inch of the iron under his knee, all the while he howls and gurgles with anguish. With the end now buried into his joint, she brings the hammer down at the side of the iron, forcing the tip upwards, separating the knee cap from his leg with a hollow sounding pop.

"Let's see you move now." she insults, tossing the tire iron away, grabbing his ankles again to drag him back to the gas pump.

Ron could barely breath, his eyes clouded with tears of pure misery, no longer fighting the viscous and heartbroken owl whom he let drag him away. She rolls him over and brings his wrists together, fastening the zip ties down tightly around them, pulling them as tight as possible so he couldn't slip free. Now restrained, she shoves him back against the gas pump, satisfied with her work.

"Just get it over with." he sighs, accepting death rather than getting life in prison.

Hailey says nothing and reaches forward, grabbing hold of the fuel nozzle.

"Fuck ya plannin' with that?" the fox asks nervously.

Remaining silent, the owl moves her hand to the side of the pump, pulling the safety handle to the side, giving the trigger of the nozzle a test squeeze, feeling the tension behind it as it lets a few drops of diesel to flow from the tip. The two could already smell the oddly enticing smell of the gas, though the fox squirmed against his binds at the scent. Hailey grabbed him by his ears, twisting his head backwards, inching the nozzle towards his mouth.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" he managed to yell, before she stuffed the gas nozzle into his muzzle.

Hailey didn't yet squeeze the pump. Instead, pausing to stare into his eyes, letting him whimper at the idea of what she was about to do.

"You killed my love. You killed my friends. I want you to remember my face. My name. I want you to know I'm the one doing this to you. So when you're burning in Hell with your cousin, you'll know who sent you there." she says with taut tone, dripping with hatred and venom.

And with that, she squeezes the trigger, the mechanical dial on the gas pump springing to life, the price and amount of gas dispensed starting to tick. The sharp, dominating taste of the fuel flowed over his tongue, noting the bizarre faint sweetness it had as well. Her hand kept his head backwards, forcing all of the diesel to drain into the back of his throat. Ron sputtered and tried to spit out the fuel, but couldn't keep up with the amount flowing from the nozzle. His tongue pressed against the tip to try and fail to plug up the nozzle. The fox wildly twisted his arms, slamming them against his back, anything he could to break free of the zip ties.

"Drink it!" Hailey demanded, violently sliding the nozzle back and forth into his maw, managing to chip a few of his sharp teeth.

Ron gagged as the gas nozzle was crammed to the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. Vomit ejected from the sides of his muzzle, swallowing mouthfuls of the fuel as he puked.

"DRINK!" she screamed, kneeing him in the belly.

The pump dinged with every dimes worth of fuel that was spent. The owl didn't budge, glaring into his pleading eyes, hearing him reluctantly swallowing the diesel fuel that threatened to drown him. Each mouthful burned at his throat as it went down, his esophagus and stomach cramping and getting thrown into spasms, rejecting what was being forced into his body. Her eyes lifted to check the pump, seeing that two gallons had already been issued, unsure of how much he had managed to drink though. The fumes of the gas wafted through his nostrils, unable to smell or taste anything except for the nauseating diesel fuel. With his legs useless and arms tied behind him, he was paralyzed to the torturous will of the owl.

With more gas trickling from the sides of his mouth, she let go of his head to clamp her fingers down around his muzzle, sealing it tightly around the nozzle.

"Suck it good. Drink it all." she hissed, letting the nozzle slide over his tongue in a suggestive way, adding some humiliation to his torture.

Hailey kept the hold she had on the fox whose eyes were now closed, her own keeping track of how much fuel he had drank. Once another gallon had passed, she pulled the nozzle free. Ron immediately lurched forward, spitting out what remained in his mouth, gagging and wanting to heave.

"Good job. You drank about $4 worth." she grins, shoving the nozzle back into the pump.

"Sick cunt." he retched, spitting up some more.

"You haven't seen shit yet. Don't you dare puke either or you're drinking double what you give up." she threatens, kneeling down to his side.

Hailey reached into her pocket and pulled out the small folding knife she snagged from the garage, folding out the thin, stubby blade.

"I could have used the diving knife, but felt that would have been too sharp for you." she growls, thrusting the point of the blade against the center of his chest, the tip knocking against his sternum.

"What tha fuck are you doing!?" he wails, shaking his body away from the blade.

"What? Never had to field dress a deer before?" she sneers, grabbing his shoulder to keep him still.

Keeping a firm grip on the short handle, she began to drag the knife downwards in multiple, forceful strokes to cut through his fur and skin. The dull blade took numerous attempts until it was able to cleanly slice down to the bone. With no major veins or arteries, there wasn't much blood at first, until Hailey started to move the blade further down his chest. The flat blade slashed through body, exposing the yellowy layer of fat, before reaching the pink insides of his flesh. Now the blood was starting to flow, making it harder for the blunted blade to stay on track.

Ron panted and moaned, twisting his body to dodge the knife, Hailey stabbing him as punishment, the small blade unable to pierce deep enough to do any real damage.

"Stand still." she snapped, diving the blade into his side, sawing at his rib cage as she pulled the knife back.

He shouted in return, catching a glimpse of the long incision she had made down his chest, starting to carve into him like an animal. With the cut sufficiently deep, she pulled the blade down to his belly, going shallower to not pierce his organs. With a sharper blade, this would have taken half a minute at the longest, but with the condition of her knife, this was taking well over five minutes. She pulled her blade free, spotting the glistening pink slick tube of his intestine peeking out from the cut in his belly.

"Stop! Please!" he roared, squeezing his eyes tight, growing weaker as she cut into him.

Hailey didn't respond. Instead, she dug her fingers into the long wound. She pulled back on the incision, turning the blade diagonally in her hand, she started to swipe the side of the knife against the flap of flesh, pulling it back from his body. With the rubberized material of her gloves, it was easy to keep a grip on the slippery fold of the fox, peeling away the thick section of fur, flesh, and muscle. Soon, half of his ribcage was visible under a thin layer of fat and muscle. Through the random pockets of flesh the blade dug, she could see his lungs rapidly inflating and deflating from his frantic breathing.

Ron couldn't bear to see the horror she was inflicting on him, but was able to feel every slice, every prod of that dull blade. She moved to the right side of his body, grabbing and slicing at the fold of his body, gradually peeling it back.

"Guess you're as ugly on the inside as you are on the outside." she grins, appreciating her work.

The fox's chest was fully opened after the grim vivisection she had performed on him. Not yet satisfied, she repeated the same procedure, though lower this time. Each swipe of the blade bared more and more of his organs the lower it got. She spotted his stomach first, soon cutting through one portion of his belly for his intestines to spill free, the heat of his body and blood starting to steam in the chilly night air. With no hesitation, she grabbed a coil of his entrails, pulling them free of his body, tossing them down on his lap. Both hands dug into his chest cavity, tearing out whatever her fingers could grab until his stomach was fully exposed. The organ was swollen, filled and stretched with all the fuel he was forced to drink.

"Hey! Don't be passing out now." she barked, slapping him across the face, leaving a bloody smear on his cheek.

The fox was pale, his body shaking, starting to go into shock, unable to feel much of anything now. Hailey grabbed his head and forced him to look at the mess she had made of him.

"Look at yourself now. You're nothing. You killed my friends and now look at you. Don't forget who did this to you." she pants, letting go of his head.

Taking a step back, she reached behind her back.

"Say my name. I want your last words to be the person who did this to you." she snarled, kicking at his exposed intestines.

"H......"

"SAY IT!"

"Ha....H-H-Hailey." he wheezed, eyes half lidded and unfocused.

With a malevolent smile, she pulled her hand back, holding a flare gun in her grip, jamming the barrel into his muzzle, tilting it down into his throat.

"This is for Marcus." she whispers as she cocked the hammer back.

Hailey squeezed the trigger, firing the round with a loud bang. The flare entered the fox's muzzle, immediately blowing his cheeks out, splitting them apart with the pressure of the gases that expanded his mouth, his left eyeball forced free of its socket as well. She couldn't even see the bright light of the flare as it descended his throat, until it landed in his stomach. Fire spit from his torn cheeks, igniting the fumes of the diesel fuel. His already overstretched stomach expanded one last time, swelling until it burst with a brilliant fireball. Like a gore-filled water balloon, his stomach ruptured, spraying its contents over the pavement in front of him with a bright flash, the blast forcing the rest of his organs out of his chest.

The blood drenched giblets slapped over the parking lot, soaking the area in front of him in a torrent of viscera and entrails. Hailey wiped the blood that managed to hit her oil stained cheek with the back of her hand, gazing down at the lifeless body of the fox. The murderer. The reason for all of her suffering and loss.

"Burn in hell, fucker." she shivered, pulling the barrel free of his muzzle, plumes of smoke now trailing from his scorched throat and nostrils.

Ron fell over on his side, his chest cavity now empty and barren, devoid of internal organs as his body was of life. Even though he was dead, she knew he was right. She still felt the void left behind by Marcus. Nothing would bring him back. She could only take solace in the fact that he was avenged and that the fox would never steal the lives of anyone ever again. The owl stepped back, almost expecting Ron to stand up, giving her one last scare, which never happened. She walked back into the office to call 911 again, but saw the line was cut. With no other way to communicate, she went back into the garage, searching through the tackle box until she found another flare. She wasn't sure how much time had passed since she called the police.

Between the two fights, time moved both quickly and impossibly slow. At her best guess, she'd suspect that maybe 15 minutes had passed. The closest police station was only 10 minutes away, but maybe they got distracted? Still holding the flare gun, she shook the barrel free of the fox's saliva and blood, before popping it open. Shaking free the fired round, she reloaded and took aim at the sky. Holding her breath, she pulled the trigger, feeling the recoil as the flare left the barrel, filling the sky with a shining red light, signaling her distress.

"Look, Trevor. We're not coming back out here again. Bigfoot isn't fuckin' real so quit wasting our time with this shit! Next time you drag us out here, we'll drag you back into the fuckin' drunk tank. Capisce?" the officer scolds, pulling out a pair of handcuffs for effect.

"Ahhhh, whatever. I'll catch him myself! Then you boys won't get any of the reward money!" the ferret in a dingy wife beater replies, swaying on his legs.

"Better save it. Gonna need it for bail." his partner chuckles, turning back towards the squad car.

"This better be the last time I see you! Next time I come here, I'm bringing an ass whoopin' with me." the officer threatens, following his partner.

"Yeah, whatever ya say, Phil." Trevor shrugs, stepping back into his trailer.

"That's Officer Miller to you!" the badger yells, opening up the car door.

The two officers climb into the car, slamming their doors shut.

"You believe this guy?" the badger scoffs, reaching for his cup of coffee in the cup holder.

"Heh. That guy's been huffing paint thinner since he was a teenager." the rhino chuckles, turning the key in the ignition.

"Christ almighty." Miller snorts, sipping at his lukewarm coffee.

The radio on their dash squelches.

"Car 29, come in."

"I got it." the rhino nods, picking up the receiver.

"This is Officer Ramirez."

"What's the status on that 10-14?" the dispatcher asks.

"Sasquatch, over."

"Again?"

"Yup."

"Figures. What's the status on that 10-96 at Camp Hallow, over?"

"Haven't investigated yet. Had to come here first, over." the rhino sighs.

"It's now being bumped to a 10-31, so please investigate ASAP. Moving the location to the Speedy's gas station, over."

"10-4." Ramirez rolls his eyes, putting the receiver down.

"Fuckin' seriously? First Bigfoot, now we're looking for some boogey man?" Miller groans, flopping back on his seat.

"Sounds like it could be serious." the rhino shrugs, starting to back out of the dirt driveway, before pulling out onto the main road.

The badger takes another sip of his coffee, grimacing and rolling down his window, throwing the cup out.

"You lookin' to get fined for littering, Miller?" Ramirez smirks as they drive down the road.

"Aw, shut up. Hey, the fuck it that?" Miller exclaims, pointing out a flare that hung in the air.

"Right by Speedy's. Puttin' the lights on." the rhino growls, flipping on their lights and sirens.

The car picks up speed and races to the source of the flare, taking less than a minute until they reach the gas station. They pair pulls into the parking lot, quickly exiting the vehicle with their sidearms drawn.

"Hello? Police!" Ramirez announces, keeping his gun at the ready, walking to the blackened interior of the open garage.

"Oh shit!" Miller yells, aiming at the mutilated corpse of the fox.

"Jesus Christ." the rhino gags, racing back to the squad car to reach their radio.

"Hey! You! Freeze!" Miller orders, aiming at the owl that walked out of the garage.

Hailey's body shakes, falling on her knees at the sight of the police.

"Drop the gun!" Ramirez yells, pulling himself back out the squad car, aiming his revolver at the girl.

The owl looks confused, forgetting she was holding the flare gun, which she tosses to the side.

The badger takes a cautious step towards the owl, keeping his weapon trained on her.

"Looks like a flare gun, Ramirez." he announces.

Hailey nods and weakly falls to her side, knees wobbly with exhaustion and dehydration, her body on fire with pain, the adrenaline long gone.

"Miss, are you the one who called?" the rhino asks, moving closer to her, kicking the flare gun away.

She only nods, rolling over on her back.

"The fuck. She's covered in oil and shit." the badger points out.

"Ma'am, are you hurt?" the rhino asks in a gentle tone, standing at her side.

"Y....yes." she whimpers.

"Go get the medkit." the rhino nods to his partner, carefully rolling the girl on her back.

Ramirez could already see the horribly swollen eye of hers, looking over her body and seeing many rips and tears in her clothing, but couldn't see what was from an attack.

"I'm going to have to take your shirt off, okay? Where are you hurt?" he asks, holstering his weapon.

Miller returns and drops a bag of medical gear after calling in for backup and an ambulance.

"My eye.....shoulder....arm and leg. Everything." she whispers.

The rhino pulls on a pair of latex gloves and takes out a pair of shears, cutting her shirt open.

"Jesus." the badger winces, looking at the gnarly stab wound to her shoulder and the cut that stretched across her chest.

"Who did this to you?" Ramirez asks, pouring a bottle of peroxide over her wounds which began to immediately bubble.

"He did." she winces from the peroxide soaking into her stab wound, gesturing to the fox.

"That guy? Did you do that to him?" Miller asks, keeping a firm grip on his gun.

"....he killed the people at camp. Go there next and make sure the kids are okay." she replies, looking up at the rhino who was now dabbing at her shoulder with a piece of gauze.

"Go check it out, Miller. I got her." the rhino nods, not sure what to make of the situation.

"This is a fuckin' shit show. Keep a close eye on her." the badger sighs, walking back to the squad car.

"It's okay, hun. You're in safe hands now, okay?" Ramirez reassures, wiping some of the oil and blood from her face, gentle scrubbing with the gauze in an affectionate, calming way.

"Th-thank you." she croaks, tears starting to trickle from her dreary eyes, finally feeling safe again.

Her body started to shiver, her mind starting to now process everything that had happened, tears flowing as she started to weep in sadness and relief that she was now safe.

"Get me a blanket, Miller! Girl's getting some bad mental shock." the rhino yells, keeping her cheek cupped in his hand.

The badger nods and pops the trunk, pulling out two thick wool blankets which he tosses to his partner.

"Thanks. Now go check on those kids." he nods, laying the blanket over her legs, bundling up the other to put under her head.

Miller walks back to the squad car and drives down the road towards the camp.

"Just breath, okay? It's all over. No more bad guys. I'm here to help." the rhino smiles, going back to tend to her wounds.

Hailey could only nod, her words stuck in her throat, looking up at the stars. She let it all out, sobbing uncontrollably, the only comfort being the blanket and the reassuring pets from the police officer.

"Shhh, that-a girl. You were so brave, hun. Let it out. The ambulance is coming and they'll patch you up." the rhino coos, knowing he could only do so much with her injuries.

"Then we'll get CSI up here and figure out what the hell happened." he muttered, his eyes drawn to the body of the fox.

With his gentle voice to calm her, the owl shut her eyes, forcing out more tears, starting to feel herself pass out.

The canoe swayed side to side with each wave that lapped against the side of the boat. Hailey stuffed her beak into that warm, black furry neck, inhaling his familiar scent. Overhead, the sun's rays split the clouds, warming the both of them, hearing the birds chirping on the land to their left.

"Mmmmm, I've missed this." she smiles, squeezing his waist with her arms that were wrapped around.

"So have I." Marcus chuckles, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"I just wish I didn't have to wake up." she purrs, kissing at his neck.

"I know, but you still have a life to live." he nods, petting the feathers on her head.

"....I don't know if I want a life without you." she frowns, hugging him closer to her chest.

"You can't think that way, honey. I know it hurts every day, but you can't let it stop you. It hurts now and I'll be honest, I don't know if that pain will ever go away, but you need to accept what happened." he gently speaks, massaging her head.

"I....I know. I know this isn't real and you're gone forever, but I can't do it alone. I'm scared that one day I'll dream and I won't see you ever again." she swallows, feeling her eyes growing damp.

"Oh, don't say that. As long as you remember me, I'll always be with you. Whether in dream or in spirit. You'll move on some day, but let's not worry about that for now. You've already shed enough tears and I don't want to see that now. We're together, so let's enjoy it, hmm?" he smiles, scratching under chin.

"Mmm, I can agree to that." she chuckles, leaning into his touch.

He relaxed under her, petting her back while she laid on him, pulling her face free of his neck to look down into his eyes.

"Hmm?" he asked with a playful look.

Hailey leaned down and planted a loving kiss on his lips. Marcus returned the kiss, scratching down her back while the other hand caressed her cheek, ignoring the faint, distance rumble of approaching thunder.

"I love you, Marcus and I always will."

"I love you too, Hailey."

The screen of the outdated television fades to black, the words "THE END......?" scrolling up from the bottom in a bloody red, splattered font, the beginning of the credits following behind.

"That was.....quite the movie." the human slowly speaks.

"I can see why this tape was in my dad's porn stash." the feline smirks, tossing the blanket off her lap.

"I know, right? Was that, like, a porn parody or was that a real horror movie? Cause those scenes were definitely not staged. That was real fucking." Eric chuckles, moving his arm off from her shoulders.

"It's a bizarre mix. One of the few tapes I've seen that has the X rating, but isn't straight up porn. Very, very rare to see." Sammy explains, pulling herself up out of the couch, stepping over the messy basement floor to the TV.

The cat crouches down and stops the tape, hitting the button to rewind it. She waits a minute until it stops, then she pushes the eject on the VCR which spits out the tape with a mechanical whirl.

"What's even weirder is that there was a porn parody inside of the movie. Porn parody inside of a movie that is almost one itself?" Eric adds, throwing the blanket on the couch as he got up as well.

"Makes this movie even more special, I suppose. Never got released on anything other than VHS, which was a limited print itself, so this fucker here is worth some cash." she grins, carefully sliding the tape back into its cardboard sleeve.

She pauses to appreciate the cover of the movie. A forest of darkened trees in the background, surrounding the whole of the cover, a lake in the middle with a lone rowboat. At the bottom of the cover were the faces of all the main characters, each bearing a different expression ranging from laughter to horror. An ominous moon held overhead, shining down on the lake. If one were to look closely, they could make out the faint drawing of a bandaged up face blending in with the whiteness of the moon. At the top of the sleeve was the title "Camp Hallow", the tagline at the bottom reading "Don't watch it alone!" along with the rating X with the text "18 and over. Not intended for children. This film depicts graphic scenes of violence and sex.". Sammy couldn't help but notice the warning was larger than the tagline, presumably to entice more people into buying it.

"Gotta love when they used to draw these things by hand. Has that aesthetic that just screams 80's cheese." she smiles, placing the tape into a protective plastic case, before gently dropping it into the cardboard box containing her dad's tapes.

"I know you love your 80's shit more than anything. Bet you're mad there wasn't any music in it." the human calls out from the bathroom.

"Damn right. They probably couldn't afford to license anything to be fair. At least I think. The effects were pretty impressive. I heard rumors Savini was involved, but requested to not be credited. Disembowelment is cool, but I guess he draws the line at unsimulated fuckin'." she shrugs, looking through the rest of the VHS tapes in the box for something else to watch.

"I guess it made up for the acting. Only gives more evidence the sex was real, cause that was the only stuff that felt real!" he laughs, flushing the toilet.

"I think whoever played Hailey did a damn good job. The killer wasn't bad either. Axel kinda reminded me of Ogre from Revenge of the Nerds though." she replies, not seeing anything else of interest inside the box.

"She wasn't bad, I guess. Kinda cute too." he teases, walking back into the room, plopping down on the couch.

"Watch it." Sammy growls, standing back up to look at her shelf of movies.

"Only playing." he smirks, pulling the blanket back over his body.

"Uh huh." she rolls her eyes.

"How come in every slasher, the black character dies first? I thought this one would be different, but was proven wrong." Eric asks, leaning against the arm of the couch.

"Hell if I know. A cliché is a cliché. Doesn't happen in all of them though." she shrugs, scanning the titles of her movies.

"Clichés can be annoying."

"Yeah, but it's also fun to see them sometimes. Nice when they get broken too. That twist at the end was a nice surprise." Sammy nods.

"Eh, same stuff happened in Scream though."

"Yeah, but this movie was 11 years before Scream." she smirks.

"Whatever. Still was nothing more than generic 1980's masked killer movie." he laughs, crossing his arms.

"I like it though. The stupid and predictable characters and clichés were amusing. It's like when you go out to place you like. You sit in the same place and order the same thing every single time. It's familiar and welcome. You know what to expect, but still enjoy it." the feline purrs, trying to find something he would enjoy.

"Hmm, maybe I can see that in a way. Change is good though. Don't want things to get stale." Eric adds.

"I'm not saying every single movie should be the same, but that watching one that has all that shit isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least if you expect it I guess."

"True enough." Eric yawns.

"So, what would you want to watch next? I chose that one, so you get next." she asks, still looking through her collection.

"Hmm, well we already sat through one camp slasher, so I don't know about another one." he shrugs.

"Aww. We have the sequel too." she frowns.

"Maybe next time." he offers, getting comfy on the couch.

"Alright. Guess I won't bother asking about The Burning then...." she grumbles, taking another step to the side to see further down the shelf.

"How about that movie Peter Jackson made before he got really famous?" he asks, looking over at his girlfriend.

"Dead Alive or Bad Taste?"

"The zombie one."

"Dead Alive then, aka Braindead." she nods, pulling the case off the shelf.

"Ooooh, a Blu-ray this time? Special occasion?" he teases, seeing her reach for a format that wasn't obsolete.

"Yeah, I found the fucking thing for under $100. That's the occasion." she grins, carefully opening the case to pop free the disc.

"Jesus. Why the hell do these things cost so fucking much?" he asks in shock.

"Low print runs, high demand from collectors like me that will shamelessly drop that much for a physical release that you could just pirate on the internet for free." she snickers, powering on the Blu-ray player sitting above the VHS deck, slipping the disc inside.

Sammy carefully sets down the older TV, a flat screen installed on the wall behind it.

"I think that price was the scariest thing I've seen so far tonight." Eric taunts, lifting the blanket up for her to slide under.

"Oh, fuck off. I know you jumped when the killer popped out on the road and when she sprung out of the trunk." she points out, sitting down on the couch beside him.

"Alright, you got me." he holds his hands out in a mock surrender.

"Good, now let's watch another one." she purrs, hitting play with the remote.

"Yes, ma'am." he teases, kissing her forehead as she drops the remote on the coffee table.

Sammy smirks and lays down on the couch, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Mmm, always loved Halloween. Favorite time of the year. Leaves change, no longer hot as Hell outside, people dressing up and passing out candy." she smiles, cuddling up to him.

"Same here. Nice to spend it with you." he smiles back, holding her closer.

"You too, now shut it, the movie's starting." she shushes, eyes glued on the screen.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, patting her back. Above them, he could hear the doorbell ringing, kids yelling "TRICK OR TREAT!" while her parents passed out candy. The both of them helped pass out for a bit, seeing all the costumes people were wearing. Of course, she set up some speakers and played some heavy metal, since that's the "only music allowed to be played on that day", which he didn't bother arguing with. Sharing some beers, listening to music, and passing out candy on the pleasantly crisp fall night. Now, they were both covered up, watching some cult horror flicks, and they loved every moment of it.