Henry barely registered the additional gunshots as he moved to pull the long silver knife from his boot. The only thought in his mind was that the beast was on the ropes and he had to finish it. Before it finished him. Pain screamed out in his chest even as the creature was put on it's back leg by the additional fire support. And each movement brought fresh searing agony as the man pulled the blade and planted it into the creatures' neck. "Bad dog!" He screamed as he opened the things neck like a pez dispenser with a quick two handed jerk of the blades handle.<br/><br/><br/>The creature gurgled and groaned, grabbing hold of Henry around the shoulder with one massive clawed hand as it fell to one knee. And as blood flowed from the things throat like a scarlet waterfall, so too did its life seem to rush from its body. The creatures grip loosened as Henry pulled the blade free and pushed the hulking mass of fur and flesh off him with his boot. "Fucking hell…" He muttered as he watched the creature crumble to the ground. And as the werewolf drew its final breath, henry watched with grim placidity as the creature began to shrink and transform, slowly reverting to its original human shape.<br/><br/><br/>The man scowled down at the now familiar corpse of David Malcolm, one of the local farmers' sons. Naked, covered in his own blood and some of Henry's, and horribly disfigured now from the wounds he'd received, the boy was nevertheless unmistakable. Henry had busted the kids ass a few times for drinking with his buddies on the campus of his high school after hours. "Funny… Always did tell ya I'd murder you and hide the evidence." The man said bitterly as he turned back toward his car, the stony expression on his face only slightly altered by some surprise as he locked eyes with the new sheriff.<br/><br/><br/>"Dammit…" He muttered though his stride was not broken as he walked briskly back over to his truck and threw the bloody blade and spent shotgun in the passenger seat before walking around to open the tailgate and retrieve the two large red canisters of kerosene had brought with him. "I take it you're the newbie." He commented as he walked back over to Danny's corpse and began dousing it with fuel from one canister while leaving the other sitting beside the body. "Ya know, when I was doing your job I'd usually leave these cujo calls for Benny or Price. Those boys love getting drunk and taking pot shots at the wildlife." Henry brought up his former deputies as if to distract Davis with his contempt for what was now her problem. The first canister was then emptied and the second was opened and turned over as Henry poured a trail of fuel from the body and our to a safe ignition distance about twelve feet back. "Eh… whatever. Guess you got something to prove. But I'll bet they ain't got shit like this back where you come from huh, city girl."<br/><br/><br/>Tossing the now empty second canister aside, Henry pulled a pack of marlboros from his jacket pocket along with his chrome zippo and proceeded to hammer another nail in his already rather distinguished coffin. He lit up his smoke before casually tossing the lighter into the trail of fuel, never once showing any hesitation as he committed the young man's body to the flames. "We gotta burn him." He mentioned to Davis as he folded his arms and just watched. Apparently it was the only way to make sure the curse wouldn't raise the young man from his grave. Put them down with silver and keep them down with fire, that's what the book had said. But as he watched the body slowly burn, he felt none of the satisfaction he'd thought he would find in exacting vengeance for his wife. There was only a cold empty feeling in his gut coupled with the prickling anxiety of what was to come next. If the sheriff was this quick to respond to animal attacks, she likely wouldn't let this thing go here. But all henry wanted to do right now was drive home, crack open a beer and fuse with his recliner for the next century.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>