Boom!
Leatherface's body flew out of the mansion like a bullet and slammed into one of his family's tombstones.
In front of him, Jonathan walked indifferently while a horrible wound on his face visibly healed.
He was too strong; he could crush Leatherface very easily, but that wasn't his final purpose. "Listen carefully — in a few minutes some people will arrive whom I will let you kill."
Leatherface, mouth full of blood, looked at Jonathan confused; he didn't exactly understand why he would do that.
"Don't get confused. Both you and he are monsters who deserve to die tonight. That's why I'll let you kill those who murdered your family — innocent children. Yes, for them I do this." Jonathan remembered what had happened to Heather's family, and that was why today he would put an end to years of resentment in this town.
Wednesday, who had heard the sounds of the fight, ran over. "Jonathan, didn't you say this was my case?"
"It's true, but you let him escape."
"I only made him move away from civilians. Isn't our mission to make fewer people die?"
"That was the case, but I've changed my mind."
"Explain before I shoot." Wednesday said without taking her eyes off Leatherface.
"Do you remember the story of the Sawyer family?" Jonathan turned to Wednesday and whispered, "I don't justify any side. From my judgment, both must pay—both that monster for murdering innocents without restraint, and the mayor for carrying out justice that wasn't his to give."
Jonathan was different from Burt Hartman, who led the extermination of the Sawyer family. Unlike them, he was a messenger of God, His personal warrior who would finish the darkness.
That was his mission in this world, and whether the targets were dark entities or not, he would carry out judgment before God.
"Of course — this is your mission, so I'll let you take your own path." Jonathan would do whatever Wednesday decided now.
"Your judgment sounds good. That's what we'll do." Wednesday was not a killer; killing someone not tied to darkness would surely be different.
"Are you sure?" Jonathan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
"Yes — we'll kill two monsters with a single bullet without getting harmed." Wednesday felt it would be better if those monsters killed themselves.
And Heather, who was silent, saw with her own eyes the monster who had murdered her best friends.
Right now she didn't know whether her anger was justified, because two people who were here had betrayed her.
"Heather, we need your cooperation."
"Yes…"
…
Midnight, outside the mansion.
A police car barreled onto the mansion grounds.
"Don't go so fast or you'll kill us before we can investigate," Burt Hartman shouted from the passenger seat.
"Understood, boss." The officer at the wheel slowed down and only then realized that things at the mansion were not right.
Burt got out of the patrol car holding a shotgun, and at that moment he saw a girl screaming, "Here — help!"
Nikki, convinced her friend had been killed by that monster, couldn't help but cry out: "You have to help me."
"What happened?" Sheriff Hooper, visibly worried, looked at all the blood on Nikki's body and asked as he tried to calm her.
Burt approached the body split in two and a bitter memory came to his mind.
"A madman with a chainsaw killed my friends."
"A madman with a chainsaw?"
"Yes…"
"Were you able to see his face?" Burt Hartman asked, a trace of fear in his voice.
"No, he was wearing a mask…"
Sheriff Hooper looked at Burt Hartman directly and he asked, "How is it possible he's still alive?"
"I don't know…"
Nikki, not understanding what they were talking about, shouted, "You have to follow that lunatic — the bastard is wounded, so you'll find him if you go that way."
"Wounded?" Burt Hartman's eyes glinted coldly.
"Burt, we should call for backup." Sheriff Hooper reminded him, trying to make the man remember how dangerous this could be.
But Burt didn't listen. Instead, he shouldered his shotgun and yelled, "Are you coming or not?"
Sheriff Hooper looked at Nikki and asked, "Will you wait inside the patrol car?"
"Yes…" Nikki would do anything to see that monster killed.
"Let's go." Burt said, walking quickly toward the mansion.
From his point of view, an old, wounded Leatherface would not be so difficult to finish off.
Sheriff Hooper followed closely and asked, "Aren't we calling for reinforcements?"
"Don't be an idiot — we'll end the past once and for all." Burt shouted, and at that moment he saw a girl lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
"She must be nearby."
"Yes…"
The prey was close.
At that moment, Leatherface patiently waited for that duo to enter the mansion. Only then could he enact the revenge that man had promised him.
"Is anyone alive?!"
Absolute silence…
Leatherface, badly wounded, leaned against the bathroom wall waiting for the man with the hat to enter.
His whole body seemed to merge with the darkness of the room.
He was like a patient hunter waiting for his prey.
"Follow me." Burt Hartman felt no fear; he knew that if he killed Leatherface, everything that tormented him in life would end.
It was that very emotion that made him decide to follow.
"There's nothing here…" Sheriff Hooper thought the killer had escaped. The best thing to do in these cases was to investigate a little, file a search request, and wait for reinforcements to find him.
But Burt Hartman could not wait. He turned to Hooper and shouted, "Are you scared?"
"No, it's just that…" Sheriff Hooper was about to explain when suddenly the rough sound of a chainsaw roared beside him and quickly a blade burst out from the wall.
"Watch out!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Burt Hartman fired several shots toward the room, but it was too late.
Swoosh!
With a push of the chainsaw, Leatherface ripped open Sheriff Hooper's chest, leaving him badly wounded on the floor.
"Bastard." Burt, seeing Leatherface's figure before his eyes, lifted his gun and fired repeatedly.
Bang!
"Die!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Why do you keep coming forward?" Burt couldn't believe a human could take so many bullets without collapsing; anyone else would have died.
And he wasn't wrong — if not for Jonathan's intervention, who had slightly diverted the bullets so Leatherface could complete his mission.
"Divine judgment…"
"Aaaaahhh!" Burt Hartman's blood-curdling scream echoed from inside the mansion, drawing everyone's attention.
Jonathan, outside the mansion, checked the time and said, "Let's finish this."