the striker[H.S].

Pologe.

Never did Hope think she'd be where she was standing today, towering over the man's limbs
that lay piece from piece, chainsaw laying next to his cut up body. Whilst the smell of blood just traps itself in her air way but to her she finds enjoyment in that.

The feeling of the smell of blood just soaking up her nostrils, and suffocating her alive.

She took the box of matches out of her
back pocket and lit one, and she dropped it on the dark gray floor that was barely visible because of all the blood.

She stepped back a few steps to see his limbs burn one by one, until she looked up and she was sure she saw eyes looking back at her. Then all of the sudden the air around her turns black.

5 YEARS EARLIER

The slam of a door wakes her out of her peaceful slumber, which woke her confused because
as she can recall both of her parents were sound asleep when she went to sleep. So she picks her body up to go see what all the comoustion was from.

As soon as she walked into her living area,
she was sure she had walked straight into a horror movie. There were puddles of blood on the floor, blood splatter on the walls.

Her breath had been stuck in her throat, she couldn't breath.

She wanted to go check on her parents because she didn't see any body's, and that made her head spin. With the thoughts of her parents being dead.

Her life didn't feel real, as she picked up her heavy feet to drag herself up the stairs. She doesn't know why she's crying. She isn't even sure if her parents are even dead, but she had tears streaming down her face.

Once she walked in her parents
room she knew from now on she'd forever be messed up.

she knew she'd never be ok.

All she saw was both her mom and dads body's tied up to the bedpost with stab wombs throughout their entire body. That wasn't even what made her sick to her stomach, it was that... neither of them had their heads.

x.