kenneth

He’s terrified as he watches the man /play/ with Todd, glad that he still had his jeans on, biting back his whimpers as the man approached him again, Kenny had shut his eyes, he didn’t want to watch whatever the man was doing to Todd, but he could sure hear it. He feels the bonds on his hands are cut, and his hands are brought forward on the ground, knuckles facing the sky. “His hands are all fucked up, why don’t we make you two match?” The man snickers, grinding that same goddamn heel onto Kenny’s hand, digging his boot deep, Kenny crying out as he hears and feels his fingers snap under the pressure, squirming on the ground and trying to pull his hands away. He spits insults at the man, and for which he is rewarded by a kick to the face, and his nose cracks, blood pouring down his face.

The ropes snap as Kenny's body grows too large for them to be contained, body screaming as his mind was for vengeance, letting out a rabid howl as he became the wolf once more, pouncing on the nearest victim and ripping it's head from it's body, sending the body itself flying with one swat of his mighty paw. Almost twice the size of a regular wolf in this enraged state, Kenny is invincible as he attacks those who near him, body screaming in pain, but that doesn't matter. He is going to /destroy/ that man and save himself and Todd, especially Todd, be it the last thing he do.

The man grinds his heel into Kenny’s head, making him grit his teeth in pain, watching Todd flail about and hearing him scream, yelling himself when his head is yanked up by the hair. “Looky here boys, this ones been shot,” the man gloats, moving his heel off Kenny’s head and planting the corner right in the centre of Kenny’s would, digging it in painfully, a choked sob and scream ringing through the night.

He's terrified as he watches the man /play/ with Todd, glad that he still had his jeans on, biting back his whimpers as the man approached him again, Kenny had shut his eyes, he didn't want to watch whatever the man was doing to Todd, but he could sure hear it. He feels the bonds on his hands are cut, and his hands are brought forward on the ground, knuckles facing the sky. "His hands are all fucked up, why don't we make you two match?" The man snickers, grinding that same goddamn heel onto Kenny's hand, digging his boot deep, Kenny crying out as he hears and feels his fingers snap under the pressure, squirming on the ground and trying to pull his hands away. He spits insults at the man, and for which he is rewarded by a kick to the face, and his nose cracks, blood pouring down his face.

He somehow found his voice again, a choked yell of Todd’s name escaping him as the man collapses to the ground, struggling to crawl over to the man, firelight from the burning pews and bodies casting a grim shadow on Kenny’s now shredded and bloodied back. But he isn’t fast enough, and more of the klanpires pour into the chapel, running towards him and stepping on his shoulders and arms so as to keep him down, Kenny was still screaming. He watches with horror as they drag Todd’s now limp body, or corpse, Kenny didn’t know whether he was still alive, away and out of the chapel, going behind it where a large bonfire burns, the flaming cross standing near to it a mere few feet away.

The man grinds his heel into Kenny's head, making him grit his teeth in pain, watching Todd flail about and hearing him scream, yelling himself when his head is yanked up by the hair. "Looky here boys, this ones been shot," the man gloats, moving his heel off Kenny's head and planting the corner right in the centre of Kenny's would, digging it in painfully, a choked sob and scream ringing through the night.

He heard the screams, it was Todd, it had to be. Thank the lord, Kenny’s saviour had arrived at last, even if he was already bruised, bloody and beaten he let out a long sigh of relief, glad that Todd had arrived and not abandoned him. He began squirming in his captor’s hold, wincing and groaning in pain as he did, blood dripping down his face and back, nose certainly broken, bottom lip busted open.

He somehow found his voice again, a choked yell of Todd's name escaping him as the man collapses to the ground, struggling to crawl over to the man, firelight from the burning pews and bodies casting a grim shadow on Kenny's now shredded and bloodied back. But he isn't fast enough, and more of the klanpires pour into the chapel, running towards him and stepping on his shoulders and arms so as to keep him down, Kenny was still screaming. He watches with horror as they drag Todd's now limp body, or corpse, Kenny didn't know whether he was still alive, away and out of the chapel, going behind it where a large bonfire burns, the flaming cross standing near to it a mere few feet away.

They dragged him through the forest, rocks and sticks on the ground slicing at his knees and shins, leering and jeering at his weak protests and attempts to escape their grasp. “Not so strong now, are ya, ya red n-” Kenny didn’t pay any attention to them, the anger running through his body almost giving him strength- Jesus /Christ/ this was some bad timing.

He heard the screams, it was Todd, it had to be. Thank the lord, Kenny’s saviour had arrived at last, even if he was already bruised, bloody and beaten he let out a long sigh of relief, glad that Todd had arrived and not abandoned him. He began squirming in his captor’s hold, wincing and groaning in pain as he did, blood dripping down his face and back, nose certainly broken, bottom lip busted open.

Something was wrong when Todd came back to the door hanging open off its hinges. Claw marks across the floorboards and tire tracks that disappeared as they turned onto gravel. Todd sat in the truck with the groceries, hairs standing on end, in case someone was still here, then carefully getting out, floodlights still shining into the house, stepping into the kitchen, blood smears along the tiles- Kenny’s. The strong doggy scent mingled with a foreign, but not unrecognizable one, less pungent, but almost like decaying flesh hastily preserved. No doubt vampires had been here, lots of them. 

They dragged him through the forest, rocks and sticks on the ground slicing at his knees and shins, leering and jeering at his weak protests and attempts to escape their grasp. "Not so strong now, are ya, ya red n-" Kenny didn't pay any attention to them, the anger running through his body almost giving him strength- Jesus /Christ/ this was some bad timing.