Lucas was stunned by the wreck, but quickly snapped out of it upon hearing the demon screeching. Well, it looked like they were doing this thing here and now. Cars careened around them as Lucas got out. The demon was tearing its way out of the trunk. Police were piling out into the road, guns aimed at them. Several onlookers were recording.
The beast crawled from the car, it's tentacles flailing. The police and onlookers were a chorus and scream and orders, getting on the radio and calling for backup, and citizens crying. Lucas lunged at the demon, burning it as he put his hands on it's body. It was trying to escape, possibly to eat a few onlookers, but he blocked it off.
It seemed like this would be a pretty straight forward demon killing, but the two cars that had been following them pulled up. The backdoor opened on one, and a body was shoved out. It was Lars! He was still alive, but had clearly been viciously beaten. He groaned softly, picking his head up to look at up his friends through swollen eyes. His head began to expand, and his flesh tore. He cried out in agony as he began to transform.