Cursed Beneath the Shadows

Ugh Feelings

I exited the cell and my rage was pouring out of me. I grabbed my lighter and lighter fluid and started to head out of the door, making my way towards the front. I stopped dead center and cleared my throat.

"Anyone feel cold? I feel like it's a bit chilly in here, there must be a draft, am I right?" I held up the container and the lighter and proceeded to pour in all over the door, and whistling as I made a rectangle out of lighter fluid, I smiled.

"Okay, so here's the deal, all of you sick fucks are going to die today, not to worry though, i'll make sure you all get sent straight to hell". I flicked the lighter open and dropped it on the floor, the flames started to spread, screams and panic attempts to find a way out was amusing to say the least. Theys ran all over the place, clawing at their throats as the smoke filled their lungs. Some of them, the ones that could still see, and wasn't already on fire came for me. I grabbed my dagger and started to slice into their flesh, feeling the blood spray all over me as I maniacally laugh.

"Come on!! Come at me." I throw my dagger into someones eye, the squelching sound rang through my ears and I couldn't help but dig it in deeper.

"Do you like the feel of that? I bet you sick bastards get off on this kind of stuff!". I scream through all of the noise and chaos. Quickly removing the dagger in his eye, I take it out and fling his eye on the ground and stomp on it, making sure he sees his eye being destroyed. Then I take the dagger and push it through the other eye, doing the same process, the guy dies, falling to the ground, lifeless. Blood oozes from his eyes and I smile, knowing I have to get out of here, I go around and kill the others. Slicing throats, breaking necks, and shoving them into the fire. As I watched the room burn, the smell of burning flesh became too much for me. I made my way towards the back room and grabbed the things off of the cart and opened the back door, watching as the night sky covered across the Earth. Placing them on the ground, I go back inside and go back to the little girl.

I go towards her body, still chained to the wall, I break her bones, making it so that her hands could become free, the cracking sounds mixed in with the roaring flames. I carry her out, flames lick the back of me as they break free, spreading out from the door, encaving everything and everyone inside. The building should be burnt down by morning. The bodies will be burned alive and all of the horrendous things that they were doing will be burnt to ashes. I carry her to a field nearby and lay her down, collecting some flowers, I lay them in her hands and put my jacket over her. Humming a lullaby, I take my contacts out and set them in my hand and close my eyes. After a few minutes, I start to dig a grave and when i'm done, I gently lower her in and cover her with the remaining dirt. After saying my condolences, I take a picture of the burning building and store it into my phone, along with all of my other kills and walk away.

Mission completed.

Grabbing the items from the ground, I carry them to the car and pop the trunk, placing them inside carefully with the others. Looking back once more, I sadly smile, acknowledging the dozens of deaths and the one that hurt me the most. I would cry if I could, she didn't deserve to die.

 Among the things I had, I saw her file along with others by the cash box. I grabbed the money and the files, hoping to know who she was. I set the file in my passenger seat and turned the car on, inputting my destination into the computer. I texted Via to let her know I was going to be home shortly. I've been out since about 2, and it's already hitting 8'o clock. She texts back and says that she will wait up for me to get back. I place the phone in the holder and put the car into drive, driving away from the massacre I just did.

Via's P.O.V.

Valen lays there, motionless. His chest is rising and falling, but he hasn't moved since they left. I sit on my bed and sigh, maybe I should use my finger and open his pressure point, that would wake him up, better than waiting for him to wake up by himself. I get off of my bed and kneel down besides him and place my fingers at the top of his neck on both sides and squeeze, after a few seconds, he jolts awake and hurriedly looks around him.