Thud!
The weight in his hand lightened, as Asa's wrist, which was holding the gun, was severed clean off.
"Ahhhh!"
"Monster!"
"There's a monster!"
In agony, Asa couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Then, that voice stopped abruptly.
Asa was beheaded in one swift stroke.
"Hello? Hello?"
"Asa? Asa?"
Emod's voice rose from the telephone, as Asa had just made the call.
"Whoever you are!"
"I'm telling you!"
"You're as good as dead!"
Emod's voice was frantic with rage.
Jason paid no attention, simply lifting his foot and crushing the fallen receiver.
Crack!
With a crispy sound, the receiver was completely shattered.
The nostrils behind Jason's hockey mask twitched continuously.
He was zeroing in on the exact location of his 'food.'
To Jason, this was not difficult.
After dealing with the unnecessary trouble, it took just four or five seconds for him to locate where the 'food' was.
"The basement?"
Jason strode towards the basement.
