"Nikki!!!" Heather, with no resentment in her heart, ran toward her friend who was lying on the ground. She helped her up, but since Nikki's foot was broken, she couldn't move any farther.
"Forgive me… I'm so sorry…" Nikki didn't have the courage to look Heather in the eyes, unable to hide the shame and fear of being abandoned.
Even in a situation like this, she only thought about her own benefit.
Wednesday looked at Thing, who had been thrown far away, and asked, "How did you get tossed like garbage?"
Thing was furious. He wanted to explain that Leatherface was far stronger than he appeared, but Wednesday didn't give him the chance; she went straight to where the killer had escaped.
Heather, seeing that someone much smaller than her had the courage to shoot and chase after such a brutal murderer, gathered her courage and said, "I'll go with you."
"You're not ready." Wednesday pulled a flashlight from her belt and attached it to her shotgun.
People like Heather, who had never seen a drop of another person's blood, had to stay behind and wait for others to do the work.
"He's hurt. We have to follow him." Wednesday understood what Thing had said and nodded slightly.
Before moving forward, she touched the blood and even smelled the gasoline from Leatherface's chainsaw, trying to catch a vision that could give her a glimpse of the future.
Only after seeing nothing did Wednesday walk toward the place where Leatherface had hidden.
Heather, consumed by an emotional storm that shifted from terror to fury, picked up the chainsaw from the ground and began following Wednesday along the trail of blood on the floor.
Unlike her, Wednesday had been trained for these kinds of situations, so she remained calm. "Search, and be quick."
Thing vanished into the darkness.
…
Because of the sudden gunfire, the residents near the mansion called the police. This quickly alerted the mayor, who was just waiting for the smallest opportunity to cause trouble for the current owner of the mansion.
If he could get her out, he would become the owner himself.
His ambition had been clear when he spoke to the beautiful Heather, who coldly rejected him. Of course, he was unaware of the inheritance agreement stating that Heather couldn't sell the house.
"Don't leave me…"
"I won't." Jonathan held Kenny's hand as he struggled to breathe. It was clear he was on the brink of death, and Jonathan couldn't do anything to keep him alive.
He could have arrived earlier, could have prevented everything that happened with Leatherface—but doing so would have canceled the missions currently in progress.
Jonathan wasn't doing this for rewards—no, he did it to avoid missions he wasn't ready for yet. Facing cosmic beings, growing his power without drawing the church's attention…
The sacrifices he made along the way weren't without reason. His goal wasn't to save everyone from the various plots he recognized.
His true mission was to suppress dark entities as much as possible and dismantle the church's secrets—secrets he already knew a little about.
"Death isn't so bad. Life, along with heaven, awaits you on the other side." Jonathan placed his hand on Kenny's chest and offered a brief prayer.
A few seconds later, Kenny's breathing stopped abruptly.
"I'll balance the scales, I promise." Jonathan's emotions remained steady, but his will changed drastically.
Crack!
At that moment, he heard a noise coming from the back of the house, and then he saw a figure staggering from side to side.
"Who would've thought you'd escape?" Jonathan muttered. Leatherface, noticing him as well, came to a stop.
Jonathan drew a long knife and patiently waited for the monster to attack.
"Arghhh…" Leatherface's breathing was heavy and labored.
Jonathan walked toward him, reading the mission displayed before his eyes:
"[Grant Leatherface eternal rest and end his legacy!]"
No matter how anyone viewed the story of the serial killer standing before him, everyone agreed his actions could never be forgiven.
The brutal murders committed by him and his family had to be repaid with his life. Giving him eternal rest would end the Sawyer family curse and finally bring peace to many.
Since he wasn't a dark entity, Jonathan couldn't shamelessly use his hunter's authority.
But none of that mattered—he would end Leatherface one way or another.
"Go get your chainsaw. Let's make this a fair fight." Jonathan felt that even if his power had been suppressed after the last battle, the strength he currently possessed was more than enough.
Instead of retrieving his chainsaw, Leatherface walked toward the bonfire and grabbed a poker that was glowing red-hot after being left in the fire for so long.
"Come here, bastard." Jonathan shouted with excitement, and at that moment, one of his abilities activated unconsciously.
His life had changed so much—from a fearful priest to a hunter who no longer feared death.
Along his journey to this place, Jonathan had learned one thing: "True growth begins when a man faces what he's always avoided out of fear."
And now, the current Jonathan was about to face the figure that had haunted him since childhood.
Who would've thought he'd stand before that brutal killer?
"Let's go."