[indent][u][b]October 28th, 3:50 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia[/b][/u][/indent]

Harris continued to pull the screaming hillbilly through the forest, hearing the engines of their jeeps roar to life. They'd naturally split up in a forested environment, and when they had to look for one of their own, it made sense to do so.

First he'd have to deal with the one he'd captured. Harris, deciding that this was far enough in the forest to stash him for now. He'd let him out later, when he was done handling the whole family. First to scare him though. Fishing the man between trees and over ditches, Harris finally dropped the man, alone.

Harris danced around the trees, each time giving the man just the slightest glimpse of movement to send him into hysterics. Harris barely held back a laugh as he turned the man into a twitching wreck, this was fun! Now he understood why that... Grim he thought it was? That Grim person used fear as their weapon, and it wasn't hard to see why, it was fun to make awful people dance in terror.

Harris sent the man looking one direction, then snuck up behind as the man looked into the forest in fear. He let out a crackling sound from his skin as he approached, and the man spun just as Harris reached him, clapping a wooden hand around the man's throat and hoisting him into the air. His teeth sharpened into points as he let out a roar that could probably be heard over the chirping of birds.

Satisfied with the terror on the man's face, he ripped an elbow across his face and pulled him away with a group of vines. He pulled the man's unconscious form through the air and finally hung him not far from where the clearing was.

Harris chuckled as the Green seemed to be pleased with his actions for the first time... ever. It wasn't in his normal behavior to be such a dick, but he had to admit it was quite fun, and it wasn't like these guys didn't deserve to be a little afraid, he'd apologize once he'd knocked them all out, kinda weird to do, but he couldn't help but be a little weird. He retreated back in the forest, preparing for the next straggler to isolate themselves.