The Un-Told Horrors

The Longest Night

He sharpened his blade, he was ready, he had prepared for this night for a long time, he had waited, his psyche was torn to shreds, but he had hidden it for years, through his nightmares he gained ideas and voices in his head, he was ready he had prepared, he would make others feel what he had felt in his mind for years, he picked up his knife from the table and slid it into his boot, in total he 21 knives on him, 15 on his waist, 5 on his left thigh, and 1 in his right boot. He rolled his neck, cracked his knuckles, and went over to his chest and opened it. Inside lay a cloak, a double edged short sword, and a tab of cyanide.

He slid open his shed's door and stepped into the fog the sun was just setting, the only way he could know through the thick fog was the fact that the light was coming from the west. He took a deep breath in, he could feel the water of the fog resting on him, he breathed out, being November it was cold, tonight it would get down to 20° below, he could see his breath as it began to entangle itself in the fog, as he trotted through the forest he tried to remain silent, though the occasional crunch of dried up leaves and twigs could be heard as his boots smashed them, he came upon a fire and hid behind a tree, "Good" he thought, "They're still out" he could see a group of people standing around the fire curling up to it, roasting marshmallows. "Alright guys, it's getting pretty late, better go to our cabins" said the oldest of them.

As they went to their cabins one of the guys had forgotten his jacket, and went back for it. As his back was turned the rest of the of the group saw a shadow appear from the fog "Watch out!" they all shouted to him, but it was too late, as he heard them he felt a sharp pain in his back, he fell to his knees, he back felt cold, he drew long breaths, gasping for breath. A warm sensation rushed through his veins, "This is it" he said to himself "This is where I die" and the he fell on his face, the life drained from his body.

The man drew the knives from his thigh, and he said to them "Run, hide, try and escape, but no one. Leaves. Alive" and he threw the first knife at the person closest to him, a young woman, it hit her in the throat, a marksman throw that only showed this killer's talent, she died in a matter of seconds, he randomly chucked another one at a group of 3 people grouped together tightly, it hit one in the eye, a bulls 'eye' shot, it went straight through his eye, hitting his brain, killing him instantly.

He walked up to the remaining 7 people, at 6'7" he easily towered over them, with his head cocked sideways he had a demented smile on his face, his eye was twitching, then he ever so softly said "Let the games begin" and they all ran in different directions, he threw the remaining 3 knives through the air, slicing one of them on the thigh, he quickly ran up to them and tackled them, it was a girl, he drew 3 of the knives from his belt, slammed one straight through her hand, pinning it to the ground, she let out a blood curling scream, he drove another knife through the other wrist, pinning it to her side, he saw tears streaming down her face, then he drove the final knife through her neck.

He went over to a small shack and opened the door. Three dogs busted out barking snarling at the air. He grabbed their chains, pointed them to their target, said "Bring daddy his prey" then let go, he watched them disappear into the fog, then sat down by the fire, with only 13 knives left and 6 people still out there, he needed to conserve his ammunition. The dogs came back, dragging back a young man who was screaming bloody murder. "Good boys" he told them, "now let's end his suffering, as he spoke he drew 2 knives, and stabbed the man at a 45° angle at the base of his neck, and watched his body twitch. "Four down, five to go"

He followed his dogs to his next victim who had climbed a tree. He looked up and chuckled to himself as he felt one of this young woman's tears fell from her, landing on his face. Seeing as her balance was mostly kept up by her feet, he drew two knives, threw one at her knee, it hit causing her to fall from the tree, landing on the ground. She was still sobbing as he stepped over her, "Don't worry" he said softly "It will be over soon" and then trusted his knife into her throat.

Nine knives, four victims, good he thought, then said out loud, "YOU ARE NOT VERY SNEAKY!" then spun around, throwing a knife into the air, he smiled as he the sound of a knife hitting flesh, he drew two more, and approached a young woman with a knife in her stomach, a confused look was on the face of the murderer, this was not who he heard, then realization hit him, he turned back to the dead girl and threw both knives at a tall figure, the body fell with with a thud, then turned back to the dying woman and stuck a knife into her trachea, then stood up, cracked his back, and walked off with his dogs.

Five knives, two victims, this night was getting easier and easier, he went back to the cabin and saw the last guy attempting to get into his car, the killer threw 3 knives in his direction, 2 hit him in the back, one hit him in the neck, he fell dead, then 3 gunshots rang out, a girl stood there with a revolver in her hand, and his dogs lay dead, a scream of rage escaped him, she fired at him but he dove out of the way, threw a knife at her, it hit her in the hand, and the revolver went flying, he bull rushed her, knocking her to the ground, he then drew the knife from his boot and stabbed her, repeatedly, then stuck the knife in her eye.

He dragged his dead dogs over to the fire, he was sobbing heavily, he pulled out the cyanide tablet from his pocket, and looked up, "I'm sorry for my sins" he said to the sky, then dropped the cyanide tablet into his mouth, and swallowed it. He laid next to the fire at the cyanide took effect, he was still sobbing, he pulled his dogs close, then his heart stopped, no more tears, no more nightmares, just peace.