Mike “Bulldog” Fredericks was an asshole.
For several years, he and his four biker pals had tormented various parts of East Los Angeles, getting drunk, starting bar-fights, and harassing attractive women. Other than that, the pack of rowdy 30-somethings seemed rather harmless at first glance. The glaring issue with the group was many of the ladies they targeted for harassment had a tendency to disappear and then suddenly turn up as rotting cadavers months later.
“You keep playing hard to get little miss Jessie, but soon I’m gonna tap that fine ass of yours,” Bulldog muttered to himself as he sat in the manager’s office of a tiny dive bar called ’Fell out of Heaven’, which served as a sort of home base for Mike and his buddies on the outskirts of L.A.. The leader of the bikers was looking at a photo of Jessie Richardson, the latest woman targeted by the lecherous bikers’ depraved minds. ‘Once we’re done with you-’
“Yo Bulldog!” The perverse biker’s thoughts were interrupted as one of the bikers started banging on the office door, “You’re gonna want to see this!” Bulldog grumbled and tossed the photo of his group’s soon-to-be victim on his desk and walked out into the bar. He immediately saw what his buddy was talking about and let out a low whistle.
Standing just inside the bar’s front door was a raven-haired bombshell dressed completely in black, her eyes concealed by a pair of dark, polarized shades. It took Bulldog all of two seconds to realize who the woman was. He’d heard rumors about Jessie’s older sister after he and his friends started harassing the teenager. Stark white skin, long black hair, and a preference for dressing in black. Standing before the pack of perverted bikers was none other than Jessie’s protective older sister Jane.
“Well now. What’s a sexy thing like you doing in a place like this?” Bulldog asked with a lewd smirk as Jane walked into the bar. He walked out from the office into the center of the room and stepped in front of the raven-haired woman, his 6’2” body towering above the curvy 5’9” woman in front of him. The degenerate biker had heard rumors the info brokers he worked with that Jessie’s sister was into the ladies, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about the body beneath all that black attire.
Jane’s black lips curled into a scowl as she looked up at the man standing in front of her. “You know why I’m here.” She replied in a cold, controlled voice. “You perverts better stay the hell away from my sister if you know what’s good for you.”
Bulldog grinned at Jane’s threat as he noticed the other four bikers closing in around them, trapping her between the bar counter and the bar’s one dilapidated pool table. “I’ve got a better idea,” He replied with a malicious sneer as he stepped back and let other bikers close in around the raven-haired woman, “You entertain my friends here while I go pay your little sister a ‘visit’.” The biker chuckled as he watched Jane’s expression turn from a scowl into a full-fledged snarl of rage and walked back into the hallway that led to the bar’s rear exit, closing the door behind him as he heard his friends start to grab at their new toy.
Three minutes later Bulldog pulled out into the alley next to the dive bar on his Harley, his degenerate mind already thinking about what he was going to do to Jessie when he caught her. He was so caught up in his depraved thoughts he didn’t see a familiar figure dressed in black standing at the alley entrance until she smashed a pool cue across his face with astonishing force, breaking his nose as well as knocking him clear off his motorcycle and sending him flying several feet back into the alleyway.
The perverted biker lay on his back in a daze, staring numbly up at the twilight sky while his stupefied mind tried to process what just happened. If it hadn’t been for the WWII German style motorcycle helmet he was wearing, Bulldog’s brain would’ve splattered all over the alley pavement when he hit the ground. Thankfully, all he had now was a nasty nosebleed, a broken nose, and a splitting headache.
“Ughh… Whuuh….” He groaned incoherently and sluggishly started to sit up as his eyes tried to focus on the feminine silhouette walking down the alley, a broken pool cue in one hand and a large, bloodstained Bowie knife in the other. “Who the hell…?”
“Still breathing?” A familiar voice asked, sending a cold chill down Bulldog’s spine. His eyesight completely focused and he found Jane standing over him, her cold black eyes no longer hidden by the sunglasses she’d been wearing when she entered the bar.
“What the hell?!” Bulldog shouted and scooted back across the pavement, trying to get some distance between himself and Jessie’s big sister, “You’re supposed to be getting-”
“Getting what? Gangbanged by your perverted friends?” Jane asked in a sarcastic tone as she pointed the 12-inch long bowie knife at the lecher who’d been harassing her sister, its black blade dripping with blood. “Let’s just say that your depraved pals and I came to an understanding.” Her full lips curled into an enraged snarl and she swung the broken pool cue again, striking Mike Fredericks in the helmet and knocking him back down on the pavement as he tried to stand. The biker lay defenseless on the ground, barely conscious as Jane tossed the pool cue away and crouched down next to Bulldog’s ear.
“Don’t go to sleep Bulldog,” She hissed, her voice thick with contempt for the man who had threatened her sister, “We’re just getting started.” Then Jane got up, pulled a black smartphone from her jacket and immediately began punching numbers into the phone’s keypad as Bulldog passed out.
“Hey Nazar? It's Jane. You're still in L.A., right? I have a favor to ask…”
Several hours later, Mike Fredericks woke up to the sound of AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” blaring right in his ear. He opened his eyes, but everything was black. He tried to move and discovered his legs tied together and his arms cuffed behind his back. Someone had laid him on top of an old, raggedy blanket covering what Bulldog guessed was the back seat of a car.
“You know Nazar, when I said I wanted to borrow your truck, I just meant the truck.”
The biker’s blood froze as he heard Jane’s voice. What was she doing here? Why were they in a truck? What the hell did that psychotic black-eyed bitch have planned for him?!
“Sorry Jane,” A calm, gentle-sounding male voice replied, “but after what happened at the cabin, I don’t-”
“There is no way in hell we’ll trust a guilty thieving bitch like you to just borrow MY truck! You know how much of a pain in the ass it was to get down to L.A. from up in the Cascade Mountains after you stole it last time?!” A second, menacing voice interrupted the first, snapping angrily at Jane.
“No, and I don’t really care either,” Jane replied before letting out an exasperated sigh. “Nazar, how much farther till we get there? I’m getting tired of hearing that overgrown shadow puppet yell in my ear.”
“Why you little-”
“Just a few more miles,” Nazar replied, cutting off the third voice before it could continue. “What happened between us in the past stays in the past. Live and let live, right Judge?”
The ‘Judge’ muttered something about being “lucky that you’re the one driving”. Then Bulldog felt something prodding his chest. “So Jane, why this dumbass? What makes him so special?”
“Those bikers had been harassing Jessie for the past two weeks. This bastard was their leader. Just slitting his throat is too good for this fucking pervert,” Jane replied, the seething rage in her voice causing Bulldog to break out in a cold sweat.
“Uh-huh. Next time, stick to your little knifey swish-swish-stab routine and let me deal with the more advanced killing methods. And next time leave more than two people for me to execute.”
“We’re here.” Nazar interrupted, cutting off Jane and the one called “Judge” before the two could continue arguing. Bulldog felt the truck come to a stop and instinctively tried to look around in an attempt to get his bearings. However, his blindfold made that impossible.
Then the biker heard a door open above his head and braced instinctively as someone grabbed him under his arms and dragged him headfirst out of the truck. “Cut his feet loose Judge.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.” The Judge replied in a bored voice. Something moved between Bulldog’s shins and cut through the rope in one swift move. Then a large hand dragged the biker onto his feet before forcing him to walk a few yards before someone tore off the biker’s blindfold.
Bulldog winced as the cloth was removed and immediately started struggling in the grip of whoever was holding his arm, desperately trying to escape as his eyes started adjusting to the environment. The biker didn’t care where he was, he just needed to get away from that psycho bitch and her friends. Hopefully he would be able outrun these bastards and live to fight another day. A day where he would make Jane and her little sister pay for murdering his friends.
His hopes plummeted when his eyes adjusted to the flickering glow of a dilapidated light pole and he saw Jane standing in front of him, cleaning a black, 18-inch long machete.
“Don’t bother struggling Mike Fredericks,” Nazar said in a gentle voice. Bulldog slowly turned his head toward the source of the voice and found himself staring at a large white sweater. He jerked his head upward and then his jaw dropped in shock as he discovered that a giant of a man dressed in a white sweater, cargo pants, and shoes holding him in place. The giant of a man stared back down at the terrified biker behind his black teashades and gave Bulldog a friendly smile, which just made the biker struggle against his captor’s grip even more. “There’s no point in trying to escape.”
“Fuck you!” Bulldog shouted back at Nazar and twisted out of the gentle giant’s grip. The terrified biker immediately took off into the dark night, trying to get as far away as he could from Jane and the man that some part of his mind had decided was her giant boy-toy. Not that Bulldog really gave a damn about the relationship between his captors, or how that white Yao Ming knew his real name. He was too busy trying to escape to have time for that.
Nazar sighed and leaned against the back of his massive truck as Bulldog ran off in terror. “Well that wasn’t very polite…” He muttered to himself as an unnatural silhouette branched out from his shadow and disappeared into the darkness after the fleeing biker. Nazar looked around, the glow from the decaying streetlight messing with his night vision.
‘I can see why Masky’s boss sometimes uses this old stretch of highway as a hunting ground,’ the giant Good Samaritan thought, cringing a little in displeasure as he remembered his first encounter with Slenderman, ‘Eerie atmosphere, completely isolated from civilization, and it’s pitch-black at night. Definitely somewhere Slenderman might show up. More importantly, it’s the perfect place for someone like Jane to kill without fear of interruption.’ Nazar's eyes wandered over to Jane as she pocketed her cleaning rag and leaned against the light pole, her attention focused in the direction that Bulldog had run off.
Suddenly Jane turned and shot Nazar a menacing look. “What’s taking your goddamn shadow-puppet so long?” She scowled at the gentle giant, who simply shrugged in reply and nervously adjusted his teashades before averting his eyes. Then the killer pointed the business end of her machete up at Nazar’s chest. “Let's make something clear Nazar. If the Judge kills that bastard while he's trying to escape, someone here is going to die.” The dark-haired bombshell walked over and stopped in front of the gentle giant as he shifted uncomfortably. Jane raised her machete and slowly pressed the tip of her blade over his sternum before she traced an invisible line down to his waist, taking care not to damage his sweater as she added, “and this time I'll make sure that someone suffers as much as possible.”
“You seriously need to work on your social skills Jane.” the Judge said in a mocking voice, his white orb-like eyes and leering Glasgow smile appearing in the darkness ten feet away, hovering a few feet beyond the reach of the glow from the street lamp overhead. “Especially if that’s how you flirt with guys.” The malevolent shadow-being’s grin widened as he watched Nazar’s cheeks briefly turn red in embarrassment, while Jane the Killer simply turned around and flipped him off with her free hand, followed by an angry glare.
“Where’s Bulldog?” Jane demanded and pointed her machete up at the Judge’s face, who was staying far enough out of the light that his enormous body was effectively invisible in the darkness. “I swear, if you killed him I’ll-” She stopped midsentence as the Judge tossed Bulldog into the light, the biker landing on the ground with in front of the rickety streetlight with a loud thud, which was followed by a groan of pain.
“You’ll do what, bitch? Kill my meat puppet?” The Judge taunted Jane as his pitch-black, silhouette-like body moved into the glow cast by the street light, six thick, black tendrils swaying behind him. The gigantic shadow-being, a few feet taller than Nazar in his current form, leaned forward so that his face was down at Jane’s eye-level. His usual leering grin turned into a goading sneer as his glowing white orbs locked with the jet-black eyes of the vengeful woman standing in front of him.
“If you want to die so badly, I’ll happily execute you right now!” The Judge’s shapeless form shifted violently as the upper half of his mostly shapeless body changed into a well-toned male torso. At the same time, the ends of four of his massive tendrils transformed into a set of six-foot long stakes, each one poised to skewer Jane through her torso in a heartbeat, while the remaining pair of tendrils developed a large executioner’s axe at each tip. “Well Jane? What's it going to be?”
Jane the Killer glared back into the shadow entity’s glowing white orbs with an angry scowl and tightened her grip on her machete as her other hand moved toward the bowie knife hidden in the concealed sheath on her back. Every part of Jane's rage-fueled mind screamed at her to stab the Judge in the face with the business’ end of her machete, and she was seriously considering that doing just that if the homicidal entity kept running his mouth.
“Uhm, excuse me,” Nazar interrupted, cutting off the Judge before he could provoke Jane any further, “Not to interrupt, but shouldn’t we focus our attention on our ‘guest’ instead of each other?” He asked innocently, trying to defuse the situation before a fight broke out between the two powerful killers and he got caught in the proverbial crossfire.
The Judge turned and scowled at his host in annoyance. For a few seconds, it seemed like he was going to start ranting at Nazar, but after a moment his tendrils returned to normal and he backed away from the raven-haired killer with a grumble. The Judge returned to his meat puppet’s side, the lower half of his shadowy form mostly vanishing into Nazar’s back in the process. Then the murderous entity grinned down at Bulldog from his new vantage point as the biker started feebly crawling away from Nazar’s truck, trying to get as far away from his captors as possible.
Jane looked over at Bulldog and a cruel smirk appeared on her lips. “Where do you think you’re going?” She asked in hate-filled tone as she walked over and kicked the man in the stomach, causing him to let out another yelp of pain. Then she set her machete on the bumper of Nazar’s truck and grabbed the biker by his shoulders before flipping him on his back. Jane glared down the pervert, the streetlight's glow casting her face in a menacing shadow. “We’re not even close to finished yet.”
“Fuck you, you psycho bitch!” Bulldog retorted, instinctively firing insults at the woman who had him pinned down on the asphalt, “Why don’t you go fuck your big boytoy over there and stop taking your pent-up frustration out on me!” The biker snapped, squirming underneath Jane’s surprisingly strong grip as he tried to break free. “No wonder you’re sister gets more attention than you. No man in their right mind would ever want to hook up with mutant whore like you!”
Jane’s expression twisted into an enraged snarl as the biker continued insulting her. In one fluid motion, she removed her hand from Bulldog’s shoulder, pulled a large bowie knife from the concealed sheath on her back, and stabbed the foot-long blade into the biker’s left knee as he started to scoot away from her.
“I'm sorry. Does that hurt?” Jane asked with a sadistic smirk on her lips and began violently twisting the large blade around in wound while the biker screamed in pain, cruelly shredding his knee with her knife while she pinned his other leg down against the asphalt with her free hand. “Maybe you should’ve thought about the consequences before you raped and killed all those women.” Jane said and ripped the knife out of Bulldog’s knee, causing him to scream even louder. “That’s right Bulldog. We know all about your little crew’s conquests.” She added and gestured toward Nazar and the Judge with her blade as the biker stared up at the three of them with a look of dread in his eyes.
“Cut the crap Jane.” The Judge sneered as he watched from Nazar’s shoulder, “Everyone here knows we're not out here because you're avenging those women or something noble like that.”
“True,” Jane said coldly as she plunged her Bowie knife into the biker’s other knee, earning her another agonized scream, “I don’t give a shit about what you and your little club did those other women. The only reason we’re out here is because you and your dumbass friends were stupid enough to threaten my family.” The killer started viciously mutilating the Bulldog's knee with her blade the same way as before, glaring down at him with a venomous look in her eyes. “No one threatens my little sister and gets away with it!”
“And now she’s going to dismember Mister Fredericks.” Nazar muttered to the Judge as his Sin-o-Vision generated several visions of Jane violently hacking apart various victims as they watched Jane tear her knife out of Bulldog’s mangled limb and get back onto her feet. The giant man continued watching the murderess with a detached expression as she set her bloodied knife on the truck’s bumper and picked up her machete before turning back to the crippled biker in front of her. The rage-fueled woman stood over Bulldog and raised her left arm above her head, poised to hack apart the pervert who had been stupid enough to harass Jessie as she glared down at her victim with a look that can only be described as pure, unfiltered hate.
Bulldog struggled on the ground, trying to get away from his tormentors, his mangled legs making that all but impossible. He could only look up in horror at Jane the Killer as she prepared to bury her machete in his torso. The biker watched in fear as Jane started to swing the blade downward toward him…
Only to blink in surprise as one of the Judge's tendrils to wrap around Jane's wrist and stopped her mid-swing.
“You know, carving up the pervert would be efficient and all, but where’s the fun? I think know another way that will satisfy both of us.” Bulldog watched in confusion as the shadow-being's body extended from the giant man’s back and propped its elbow on Jane’s shoulder. He watched Jane turn her head and glare angrily at the Judge, and for a second he expected the black-eyed woman attack the menacing shadow after the way the two of them acted moments earlier. Unfortunately for him, the murderess’ body slowly relaxed as the Judge started whispering in her ear, and after a few moments her mouth curled into a smirk.
“Judge, you are one sadistic bastard.” Jane said and lowered her machete as one of the Judge's tendrils reached in the back of the giant truck and tossed her some rope, catching it with ease as she set her machete down on the truck’s bumper. Bulldog let out a yelp of pain as Jane suddenly turned and smashed the heel of her black combat boot into his face with a rapid kick, crushing his already broken nose even more. The crippled biker struggled to curl up into a ball on the ground as fresh blood started gushing out his nostrils while Jane walked past him and started to tie the rope around the base of the streetlight.
“Sadistic? Me? You don’t say!” The Judge replied sarcastically, “You didn’t notice how sadistic I was when I was trying to violently execute you back at Nazar’s cabin?” Then the malevolent shadow turned and looked back at his host, who now had a slightly nervous expression on his face. “Hey Nazar. Go start the truck. We’re almost finished here.” Then the malicious entity vanished into its host’s shadow, leaving Bulldog, Jane, and Nazar standing alone on the deserted road.
“W-Wait, what did he mean, ‘almost finished’?!” Bulldog shouted at Nazar in a panicked tone. The giant beanpole of a man didn’t respond to the biker’s question. He remained silent and climbed back into the truck while Jane finished tying off one end of the rope at the base of the streetlight and walked back over to the perverted biker.
“I’m pretty sure even your caveman brain can tell what’s going on,” Jane said coldly as she knelt down and tied the rope keeping Bulldog’s arms pinned behind his back to other end of the rope she had gotten from the Judge, “We’re leaving you here to die, dumbass.” Then the killer kicked Bulldog in the side and forced him to roll over onto his back as she grabbed her machete off the truck’s bumper. “But first…” Jane’s voice trailed off and her black lips spread into a borderline unhinged leer as she stabbed Bulldog’s stomach and slowly cut open his abdomen. The cut wasn’t deep enough to damage any internal organs, but more than enough to make her victim scream bloody murder from the pain.
“Oh, is the big tough biker in pain?” The murderess asked the biker in a disturbingly calm tone, every word dripping with intense hatred. Then she knelt down next to Bulldog again and violently stabbed him in the crotch, causing him scream even louder. Jane twisted her matchete in the wound a couple times before pulling it out as she stood up. Without a word, Jane grabbed Mike Fredericks under his right arm and dragged his bloodied, mangled body over the base of the streetlight and propped him up so that he was sitting upright against the base of the pole. Then she turned around and started cleaning the blood off her machete as she walked back to the truck, pausing only to grab her bowie knife from the truck's rear bumper. When she reached the passenger-side door, the raven-haired killer stopped and stared at Bulldog with a look of sadistic amusement on her face.
“Don’t go to sleep,” Jane advised the biker as she opened the door and tossed her blades on the passenger seat, “You won’t wake up.”
Bulldog watched in pain and confusion as Jane got in the truck and shut the door. “Wait. What's going on? Where are you going?” He mumbled and spat out some of the blood that had started running down into his throat from his broken nose after Jane forced him to sit up. What was going on? The psychotic bitch wasn’t actually going to kill him? Not that he wanted Jane to kill him, but why was she just leaving him here? Things didn't add up.
“Oh I get it!” He said loudly as the giant pickup’s engine suddenly rumbled to life, “You’re too scared to actually kill me, aren't you! You’re just going to tie me up and hope I slowly bleed to death before someone else finds me!” Bulldog grinned triumphantly, revealing a mouthful of bloodstained teeth. “Hehehehaha! What’s wrong BITCH? Does little Jessie's big bad sister not have the balls to kill a man?” He shouted, forgetting in the haze of pain that Jane had no qualms about murdering his friends earlier in the evening.
“Hahaha... Now who said we were going to just let you bleed out, Mister Fredericks?” The Judge laughed ominously as his jet-black body rose from the truck bed. The homicidal shadow leaned over and placed his white, glove-like hands on top of the vehicle's tailgate and leered down at the crippled biker in front of him as several large shadowy tendrils extended from his back. “After all, we can’t just let a filthy convict like you go unpunished, now can we?”
“Go to hell you fucking frea-augh!” Bulldog started to shout at the Judge but was cut off as one of the Judge’s shadow tendrils lashed out toward the biker and forced its way deep into his torso through the cut on his abdomen left by Jane’s machete. "What... what the hell are you doing, you sick fuck...?!" He gasped in pain as he felt the tendril writhe around inside him.
“Since we already established your guilt in the harassment, rape, and murder of multiple women,” The malicious shadow-being continued speaking in a casual manner and cracked his neck, ignoring Bulldog’s outburst as the end of his tendril found what it was searching for and coiled around the man’s intestinal tract. Meanwhile two more tendrils opened the truck's rear window and slid inside, where they started fiddling with the gearshift and accelerator pedal. “I think it’s only appropriate to inform you that I also know about you cheating on exams in high school, constantly disobeying your parents, starting fights, underage drinking, jaywalking, lying to the authorities, and a whole host of other delinquent offenses I've seen on the records of so many bratty teenagers. You really are a failure of society.” Bulldog’s eyes widened terror as the Judge rose to its full height, unaware that Judge had just shifted the truck into drive.“Mike ‘Bulldog’ Fredericks, I find you… GUILTY!” The Judge announced with a fiendish grin, “Your sentence... DEATH!”
The tendril resting on the truck’s accelerator immediately forced the pedal to the cab’s floor, which sent the pickup truck speeding away from Bulldog at breakneck speed. The biker screamed in terror as the tendril inside his torso was yanked out of his abdomen as the truck zoomed down the highway, dragging his intestines along with it with his body still tethered to the streetlight. His screams suddenly turned into panicked choking and gurgling noises the farther the truck got from the lightpole. Blood started gushing from his mouth seconds later as the violent disembowelment tore out the majority of his digestive system along with most of his other internal organs, slaughtering the perverted biker in an outstandingly gory fashion as his innards were sprayed all over the two-lane highway as the tendril holding his intestines finally let go fifty yards down the road from the lightpole.
Jane shrugged,. “I would have rather killed him myself, but giving that pervert a bloody death like that works just fine for me.” Her gaze drifted over to Nazar, who looked slightly paler than normal in the light from the truck’s dashboard, and she wondered if he was going to throw up after seeing the Judge execute Bulldog in such a brutal manner.
“You fucking stabbed the bastard in his balls before you let me rip his guts out. How is that not making him suffer?” The Judge pointed out, and then added quietly, “Although just looking at your ugly pale ass probably made him suffer enough in the first place.”
“What was that, you tentacled freak?!” Jane snapped, her rage flaring up again at the Judge’s comment. She stabbed her bowie knife toward the back of the cab, planning to bury the business end of the blade in the Judge's face, and suddenly found one of his executioner's axes pressed up against her neck.“Go ahead Jane. I dare you.” The Judge hissed and leaned over the shoulder of Nazar’s seat, deliberately invading Jane's personal space as his silhouette-like face came within inches of her own as his shadowy axe started cutting into her neck. “I already sentenced you to death back in the cabin several months ago, remember? The only reason your head is still attached right now is because goody-two-shoes Nazar here doesn't want me to kill you.”
Jane glared venomously at the Judge and slowly lowered her blade, knowing she couldn't win this fight. “Fine. You win... for now.” She muttered bitterly, watching the shadowy axe-blade pull back, but not before she felt it leave a tiny wound in her neck, and heard Nazar let out a relieved sigh. The murderess gave Judge one last annoyed glare as he disappeared into the shadows of the driver's seat, but not before responding with one last mocking grin.
The raven-haired killer let out an exasperated sigh and turned her gaze toward Nazar as she rubbed the spot on her neck where the Judge's axe had cut the skin. "Just hurry up and get back to L.A. I want to share the good news with Jessie sometime this century." Sure, she could call her younger sister and let her know she wouldn't have to worry about being harassed by those jackasses anymore, but it was 2 AM in the morning, and honestly some things were just told best in person. Jane wiped the remaining blood off her bowie knife, slid it back in its concealed sheath, and closed her eyes as she tried to get a little rest as Nazar continued driving down the empty highway back to L.A., leaving behind a feast for the local wildlife in the form of an eviscerated human carcass.