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Brigitte Snaps	By : moviefan Category: G through L > Ginger Snaps Views: 2309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: This chapter is a little short, but I haven't had much time to write. So here's the next chapter for your enjoyment.)
Chapter 12: Hell Breaks Loose
"This is beyond un-fucking-fair!" Brigitte growled, quickly getting dressed. "We blew a hoe in the fucker's head and he's on our asses after just three days like nothing happened."
"Rapid regeneration." Sam told her. "Another side affect of the virus. We have to wound him in a way so he'll die without regenerating."
"So we hit a major organ like I did with Ginger, maim him so he dies before regenerating, or do cut his head off or something." She grumbled, pulling on her shirt. "Fucking fantastic." She paused for a moment, seeming to feel something in the air. "He's close, real close. How'd he get so fucking close without us noticing? We should have sensed him."
"We were a little distracted." Sam replied, clicking the safety off his gun. "Now lets kill this fucker once and for all."
They rushed back downstairs. Ghost was watching them with a suspicious grin on her face and her hands behind her back. Brigitte had the sudden urge to rip her apart again, but her survival instinct overpowered her bloodlust.
"What's with that look?" she demanded, not liking the way the girl was smiling.
Ghost snickered. "Everything has fallen into place. The two of you have mated, my powers have finally surfaced, and the rogue has arrived."
Sam growled impatiently. "Yeah, whatever. Go be insane somewhere else. We've got to kill this bastard."
Still smiling, Ghost shook her head. "No, that won't be necessary. The Untamable One shall be tamed."
"What the hell does that mean?"
Chuckling, Ghost brought her hands out from behind her back to reveal a handful of bullets. Sam and Brigitte's faces took on shocked looks and they quickly checked their guns. There were no bullets in them.
"What the fuck?" Brigitte shouted.
"I took them while you guys slept." Ghost told her.
"Why?"
"Because you no longer need them. With my dark powers unleashed, I can control him."
"No, you can't!" the two teens shouted together.
"I can! Watch!"
She walked over to the front door, unlocked and opened it.
Brigitte's mouth dropped open in horror. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
Ghost turned to her and smiled, placing a finger to her lips. "Shh." Turning back to the open door, she held out her hand. "Come to me."
No one moved. All other sound seemed to have silenced. The only sound was from heaving breathing and footsteps coming from outside. A shadow filled the doorframe and got bigger as its caster moved closer.
Brigitte and Sam were frozen in fear as Jason's slowly stepped into the cabin. The area Ghost had struck him was healed almost completely, leaving behind only a light bruise. His lips peeled back to show his fangs, saliva dripping from his muzzle, his yellow eyes fixed on the young blond in front of him.
Working up the courage, Sam whispered real quietly, "Ghost, back away, slowly."
At hearing Sam's voice, Jason turned to him and growled.
"Do not fear him." Ghost said calmly. "He's mine to command."
Jason turned back to her, cocking his head to the side, seemingly confused with her lack of fear.
"Untamable One," said Ghost in a commanding voice, "I am the Dark Queen. I command all those that walk in the darkness. You will bow down to me, and I shall tame you, regardless of your title as the Untamable One."
"Ghost," Brigitte hissed, "he's going to fucking kill you."
Ghost smirked. "Fool, he's bowing to me. Look."
It did seem as if Jason was indeed bowing. He lowered his head and crotched down. The look on Ghost's face was one of triumph and she opened her arms as if to embrace the werewolf.
But Ghost had made a grave error. Jason was not bowing. He was preparing to pounce. And pounce he did, right on top of the deranged girl.
Ghost screamed in both surprise and pain as Jason's massive form landed on her, pinning her to the ground. He roared in her face, his own mere inches away from hers, and Ghost knew she was not in control. A scream of terror erupted from her mouth. Her scream turned into a tortured gurgling sound as Jason's jaws clamped down on her neck, tearing her throat out.
Sam looked away from the gruesome sight as Jason continued to tear into the girl's flesh. Fortunately, the beast seemed to be so absorbed in his kill that he had momentarily forgotten about Sam and Brigitte. Taking the opportunity, Sam reached for Brigitte and gave her a tug.
She didn't move. Sam glanced at her and saw that her eyes were focused on Ghost's body being torn open. She was slipping into bloodlust.
'No time fort that.' Sam thought, pulling on her harder.
This time Brigitte did move and they slowly inched towards the stairs. They had to get away from Jason until they could find some sort of weapon since Ghost, in her insanity, had rendered their guns useless.
They were halfway up the stairs when one of the steps creaked. Jason looked up, Ghost's blood dripping from his mouth, and spotted Sam and Brigitte. He roared loudly, more than ready to kill again.
"MOVE!" Sam shouted, pulling Brigitte up the stairs.
Jason leaped at them. He didn't go up the stairs, but instead jumped right at them. He was held back by the railing, but he did get dangerously close. The two of them made it upstairs and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them. Seconds later, Jason collided with it. The door remained intact, but the wood did crack.
"Now what?" Brigitte asked as Jason slammed into the door again, cracking it even more.
"Not sure." Said Sam. "That doors not going to hold him for long. Damn Ghost for taking the bullets!"
"Bitch got what she deserved." Brigitte snarled.
"You don't mean that."
With another powerful slam, Jason burst a hole in the door and began chewing his way though.
"The bed!" Brigitte cried.
Nodding in understanding, the two hurried over to the bed and pushed it in front of the door. It didn't do much as Jason burst through some more, but it would buy them time.
"Why do we always corner ourselves?" Brigitte asked wondered out loud.
"Like we had much choice." Sam grumbled, removing his belt.
Brigitte eyed the belt. "What are you going to do with that?"
As Jason burst further into the room, Sam swung the belt, whipping Jason across the face. Jason growled and continued making his way into the room. Sam proceeded to strike him with his belt, but he knew he was merely buying time. Jason would eventually get in the room.
Then, unexpectedly, Jason backed off. Sam remained where he was, ready to strike again should Jason attempt to get through again. But after several long seconds, and Jason hadn't attacked again, he glanced at Brigitte.
"He wouldn't give up would he?"
"I seriously doubt-"
Crash! The door burst open and Jason ran in. He turned to them and snarled. Sam moved protectively in front of Brigitte and whipped at the werewolf again. Jason snarled, but backed away, not wanting to get whipped again, but still unwilling to let them go.
"Get out of here!" Sam shouted.
Not needing to be told twice, Brigitte ran out of the room. Sam whipped at Jason again, but this time Jason's jaws clamped down on the belt. Sam refused to relinquish the belt and the two ended up playing a game of Tug-O-War.
Letting go with one hand, Sam grabbed the lamp on the nightstand and brought it down over Jason's head. The werewolf snarled and released the belt. Nearly falling over, Sam scurried out of the room, but Jason was faster. He lunged at Sam and clamped his jaws on Sam's leg. Pulling him back, he tossed him to the other side of the hall.
Groaning in pain, Sam looked up at Jason, seeing him blocking the stairs, thinking he had Sam cornered. He was wrong, because what Jason didn't know that the storage room at the end of the hall had a staircase that led downstairs to the kitchen. If only Sam could get there before Jason charged at him.
Very slowly, he got to his feet, a very difficult thing to do with his wounded leg, and backed up. Just ten more feet.
Jason slowly got closer, blood and drool dripping from his fangs. Sam continued to back up, his eyes darting from the door to Jason. Five more feet.
The beast continued stalking its prey, seeming to think he had him cornered. But as Sam slowly reached for the door, Jason realized that Sam had an opportunity to get away and roared.
Sam opened the door and slipped inside the small room. As he pulled the door shut, Jason's head got stuck in its path, preventing Sam from closing the door completely.
"Fucking bastard!" Sam shouted, kicking Jason in the face.
Jason yelped and pulled back, allowing Sam to close the door. But this door had no lock, meaning Jason could break through a lot faster, in seconds.
Sam hurried down the stairs and burst into the kitchen, tripping over his own feet due to his hurt leg. He heard Jason break through the door felt the werewolf pounce on him, pinning him to the floor. He could feel Jason's hot breath on the back of his neck and knew that this was the end.
(A/N: Ding dong, the bitch is dead. No more Ghost, she's fucking toast. I was so glad to get rid of her, she was a pain in the ass, and she screwed things up enough for Sam and Brigitte. Or is it soon to be just Brigitte, as Sam is now at Jason's mercy?)
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