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Artistic Slashing Ch.7
🕑 Added 2023-07-10 08:37:29 +0000 UTCChapter Seven.
Hide and Seek.
Betty crouched behind a boulder and peered at the scene below her. It was pretty amusing. Someone had tried to use one of the Campers’ Cabins to get a little frisky. Too bad they chose the one with the dead bodies in it.
That’ll spoil the mood in a hurry, Betty thought as she grinned.
It seemed like Trashy and Glasses had invited Jock to join them for a bit of fun in the cabin, only to find it occupied.
Sort of.
Trashy was holding Glasses as she rocked back and forth at the foot of the stairs. Jock was making the universal ‘it-is-not-what-it-looks-like’ motions to a furious and growling Bossy. Guess they are universal motions, after all.
The twins were taking turns peering into the cabin while the last Trash Mob fidgeted back and forth.
Bossy started barking orders to the other counselors, sending them running in all directions before she called them back and made them go off in pairs.
Fuck! That would have been handy.
Not that it was a problem. She was a modern girl; she could go for a little two-on-one.
As Jock left with Trash Mob, Twinsy One and Two went toward the boat shed.
Trashy still held Glasses, but Bossy sent her off after the twins.
Once the others had left the area, Bossy pulled Glasses to her feet and slapped her hard across the face. The girl covered her face, only for Bossy to kick her, sending her sprawling on the floor. Two more kicks rained down on Glasses’ prone form before Bossy stood over her and spat.
Bossy walked up the stairs and into the Cabin without a backward glance.
Betty was really, really, REALLY looking forward to killing that girl.
The twins returned with Trashy a minute later. Trashy ran over to Glasses, only for the girl to push her away. The two argued as Betty leaned her head on her hands and watched. This was better than Reality TV.
It was real, for one thing.
Glasses pushed Trashy and pointed accusingly at her before turning and stomping off down to the docks.
That was a little ungrateful.
Trashy was only trying to help.
Bitch.
Betty slid into the forest and moved off after Glasses. The last thing she saw was Trashy being held back by the Twins when she threw herself at Bossy.
She was definitely going after Glasses because she was alone, not because she was an ungrateful bitch at all.
Really.
Glasses was sat on the dock, her legs dangling in the water. This would have to be quick and quiet. The others were only a few hundred meters away.
That changed as Betty crouched in the bushes.
A scream rang out from the Campers’ Cabins once more. A fight had broken out, and from here, it looked like Trashy was kicking all kinds of ass out of Bossy.
Good for her. Betty Slasher Stepped to the corner of the boat house as Glasses scrambled to get up.
Glasses was at a full sprint when Betty reached out and grabbed her by the throat as she ran by. Then, lifting the struggling girl off her feet, she pulled her in close.
“When someone shows you they care, don’t be a bitch to them,” Betty admonished as she ‘booped’ the girl on the nose with her finger. Putting the girl up against the boat house wall, Betty slapped her. The force of the blow dislocated her jaw. Grabbing the jaw, Betty ripped it off before ramming one end in the girl's eye. She quite liked the effect, so she let the girl slide down the shed wall before carefully lining up and shoving each end into an eye; with a bit of effort, the jaw lodged in the sockets.
Looking around, Betty found the fight still raging. Jock had returned and held Trashy back while the Twins scraped Bossy off the floor. Betty watched Bossy reach her feet and start to punch and kick Trashy while Jock held her impassively in place.
That was just shitty. Betty shook her head as she carried Glasses’ body over to the perch/lifeguard station thing and jammed the back of the head onto a hook just below the platform.
The corpse hung there; jaw still jammed in the eyesockets while the tongue hung down like a wet tie.
It was an authentic statement piece.
Betty Slasher Stepped into the forest and returned to watching the group by the cabins.
Bossy had just finished getting her revenge when Betty got back into position. She had beaten the brave Trashy to a pulp while her pet, Jock, had held her still. The Twins had joined in at some point. It was disgusting. The group moved off and left little Trashy bleeding and unconscious on the floor. The last trash mob was dragging the bodies out of the cabin while trying to ignore the sight of Trashy lying beaten on the floor outside.
A careful look showed that Trashy was utterly out of it; she did not even move when the Trash Mob softly called out to her. He went inside and got a blanket, and pulled it over her.
Betty was just turning away, ready to give the two a pass this time due to moral fiber, when she saw the boy surreptitiously cop a feel of the knocked-out girl.
Ewww. Nasty.
He moved back into the cabin to fetch the last body. Betty Slasher Stepped over to the cabin, gently hopping over the unconscious Trashy. She skipped up the steps and kicked the door closed behind her.
The Trash Mob boy jumped when he heard the door slam. As he turned around, Betty activated Slasher Step. Appearing behind him as he turned. She punched him in the back of the neck, feeling the spine snap under her knuckles. She caught the boy as he fell, throwing him across the room and into a wall. Betty was there to catch him with another Slasher Step as he fell. His eyes looked up at her as his mouth tried vainly to scream with lungs that were no longer working.
Betty lay him on the floor and, with relentless glee, ripped off the hand he used to grope the girl. The muscles and tendons tore as the wrist snapped like a twig.
“It’s not nice to grope people.” She hissed as she rammed the severed hand in his mouth.
With unstoppable force, she pushed the hand down his throat. His eyes rolled up as he died.
Voices returned outside the cabin. Bossy was getting pissed again.
Time to go… for now.
Betty watched the Counselors spread out around the fallen Trashy. The twins tried to rouse her but didn’t get anywhere. Jock came over and slapped the unconscious girl, that got a reaction. Trashy struggled and fought as the others backed off. Eventually, Jock just let the girl go. Bossy laughed as Trashy ran off towards the Cafeteria.
Jock gave the mean girl a look that shocked Bossy. She looked worried for a second before shaking herself and barking orders. They yelled towards the cabin for a bit. Betty assumed they were calling for Trash Mob.
There was no answer, obviously.
Giving up and kicking the ground in frustration, Bossy called them all together. She seemed to be pointing to the various areas of the camp and trying to convince the group to split up. The twins both shook their heads. She yelled, but they just looked at her. Finally, she gestured to Jock, and they agreed.
Now Jock was refusing, whatever it was.
She batted her eyes and stuck her chest out, to no effect. She asked something, and he just pointed toward the Cafeteria. Bossy’s eyes almost shot out her head as the twins hid smiles.
Relenting after a long, very loud argument, Bossy nodded.
The group moved off. Jock and the Twins moved toward the Counselors’ Cabin while Bossy stomped toward the Cafeteria. Hooves were great for stomping; it turned out. Betty was kind of jealous.
She moved after Bossy. She had waited long enough. If she had to watch this little bitch abuse one more person, she would flip her lid and charge straight in.
She could hear Bossy’s nasally voice calling inside the building. There was no other sound. Slasher Senses showed why. Trashy was standing outside the back door of the kitchen. Betty moved into position to strike as the girl walked deeper into the forest. She had planned to let the girl go but… come on. This was just too tempting. As she was about to strike, Bossy kicked the door open and followed the girl into the woods, shouting at her. Trashy just stood there, facing into the forest and ignoring the irate Bossy.
Bossy came to a stop just behind the girl and sighed. Betty was finally close enough to Analyze the woman.
Bovinian Female lvl 18
Class: Matron
Class: Counselor
Holy shit, Betty thought to herself, the bitch was the highest level here and had two classes. This would be one hell of a level-up when she killed her.
Betty redoubled her grip on Hacky and grabbed hold of Stabby in her other hand. She crouched as Bossy reached out to the injured Trashy.
Trashy spun, and her hand flashed out. Bossy stumbled back, confused. Trashy struck again. This time Betty caught the flash of metal. The wounded, bleeding, puffy-eyed Trashy just kept stabbing, over and over. It was almost impressive.
Bossy kicked at Trashy, and the girl stumbled. Bossy launched herself for the knife as Trashy swung again. In the tumble that followed, the blade slammed into Bossy’s neck. Blood spurted as the two girls froze in shock. Bossy stumbled back, clutching her neck, as Trashy wept silently.
A second later, Bossy fell back, dead before she hit the floor.
Trashy turned and scrambled off, running towards the Counselors’ Cabins.
“Kill stealing little….” Betty stared, dumb-founded. “I mean, I get it, but….”
Betty walked off, still trying to understand what she had just seen.
She pretty much had to go after Trashy now… for the levels.
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Betty caught up to Trashy just as she ran into the other Counselors. Her blood was pumping in her ears, and she was tempted to charge in there and start killing. Instead, the other three survivors froze at the sight of the blood-drenched Trashy with the knife in hand.
Trashy skidded to a stop and raised the knife defensively. She snarled and spat at the others as she tried to back away. Jock looked back and forth between the twins and Trashy and raised his hands placatingly. The Twins looked horrified as he talked. He took a step toward the blood-drenched and shaking girl. He body-checked her to the floor in a blur and kicked the knife away. The twins leaped on her, punching and kicking. Their hooves sent her into a spin.
Betty was moving in to kill them when Trashy’s hand flashed out and grabbed one of the twin's hooves, pulling them down. Her sister screamed in rage as a punch sent Twinsy Two flying. Trashy was berserk at this stage, clawing her way up Twinsy One as Jock fought to get her off.
He managed at first until a series of cramps gripped Trashy. It was her leveling up; she had obviously got a few levels from killing Bossy, as the cramps looked terrible.
Jock's eyes widened as he tried to restrain her. Then, finally, the cramps stopped, and Trashy kicked out at Jock, breaking free and roaring.
Bovinian Female lvl 21
Class: Counselor
Class: Huntress
The whole group froze, looking at Trashy in shock. They dropped to all fours and pressed their heads to the floor one by one. Trashy roared again, her form filling with muscle and her horns growing as spikes pushed from the tip of her tail.
“Huh, that’s new,” Betty muttered to herself.
Trashy spun, looking almost directly in Betty’s direction, and sniffed the air. Her nostrils flared, and her ears twitched briefly before she returned to the cowering counselors. Betty remained still and quiet as the girl growled at the other three. They stood and nodded before falling behind Trashy as she walked toward the spear range.
As Betty tried to decide whether it was safe to follow, she also tried to figure out what had happened. If she was a betting girl, that Huntress class was the cause of the change. It meant something, culturally, to these people. They looked like they were showing an almost religious reverence to Trashy as they pressed their heads to the floor.
As she slowly crept forward to follow the group, Betty theorized wildly. If these creatures were from a Herd animal, that would suggest they were hunted at some point. So was a Hunter their version of the Grim Reaper? Trashy had gotten the class after killing someone, after all.
For all Betty knew, Huntress was their version of Slasher. But they would have reacted with fear, not reverence…
Peering through the trees from as far away as possible, Betty watched. The three Counselors had gathered the spears and poles from the range and were lined up before Trashy with their heads bowed. They each dropped to their knees as Trashy drew a symbol on their foreheads, using blood from a finger she cut with her knife.
Once armed and anointed, or whatever the fuck that symbol was, the group moved through the camp, starting at the Bonfire and moving from there. The occasional scream as they found another dead body forced Betty to stifle her laughter. It was funny watching the Twins take turns stumbling on a body. Jock even threw up when they saw Betty’s little art piece with Punky.
Wimp.
Trashy was a bit worrying. She did not even flinch at the dead bodies. At least until they got to the docks…
Betty grinned as the girl, so calm until now, dropped to her knees and wept upon seeing Glasses. Her smile turned glassy as Trashy roared.
It faded as the corpse was pulled down and laid between the four counselors.
It was gone entirely as the four began to chant, a strange light swirling around them.
“What the actual Fuck?” Betty hissed as the four dropped to their knees and tore the clothes from the corpse in a frenzy. “That is just sick.”
Betty’s mouth hung open as the four paused, looking at the corpse for a second before they lunged forward and began tearing into it with their hands and teeth.
Betty threw up when Twinsy One raised her head, Glasses’ entrails hanging from her mouth as she chewed.
The group began to grunt and spasm. Betty watched, wide-eyed as they changed. They became more muscular, claws grew on their fingers, their teeth turned sharp, and tusks pushed out of their mouths. Their horns thickened, and their skin darkened to a dusky grey. They got to their hooves one by one and roared into the sky. The last to rise was Trashy herself. She had grown, now almost as large as Betty. Her form rippled with muscle, and her teeth looked as sharp as razors. She threw her head back and roared into the Forest.
“Okay, that’s fucking creepy,” Betty said as she watched. All four turned toward the wound of her voice, launching spears and rushing her.
“Fuck!” Betty yelped, and Slasher Stepped aside, letting the spears fly past. She turned and sprinted deeper into the woods. The counselors were hot on her heels. They were almost as fast as her, but Betty had been running through these woods for days. She Stepped and leaped her way through the forest, dancing between trees and over rocks with ease. However, the changed creatures seemed not entirely used to their new forms. They tripped often, took the wrong turns… Betty lost them quickly.
Fifteen minutes after they faded into the distance, Betty was resting against a tree and trying to figure out what had happened. She needed a close-up look at one of the new Bovinians but how? They seemed to almost be a match for her individually, let alone together.
Betty should have been shaking, terrified. But instead, she could not stop grinning. This was going to be fun. Killing the little creatures was great and all, but this was an actual challenge. Betty turned and made a beeline for the lake. She had no idea if these creatures could follow her scent, but she would assume they could.
She reached the shore and dropped to her stomach, slipping into the water and beneath the surface. Betty marveled at the effect the levels had had on her as she swam far beneath the water, she had not even felt the need to breathe yet, and she had been under for at least fifteen minutes.
After another five minutes, she saw a telltale crystal that stuck up to just a few inches beneath the water. She crested it and lifted her head carefully out of the water, peering around.
This next part would be a challenge, and she was not even sure it would work. Betty lifted herself onto the crystal, both feet and arms braced against the surface. Gathering all the power she could, Betty leaped with all her might towards the shore, which was only a couple of feet away. She quickly cleared the distance, still arcing upward over ten feet past the bank. As she reached the apex of her leap, Betty activated Slasher Step, appearing at her maximum range into the forest. She was still moving damn fast when she arrived and had to hop and skip a little to bleed off speed and stay on her feet. Looking back, she beamed to find herself almost a hundred feet from the water. That should stop them from discovering where she left the water.
With a skip in her step, Betty turned and jogged back towards her mineshaft. She needed a little rest and relaxation before she headed out after the new, improved counselors.
