Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Cecil

"Come out, people!"-i ordered aloud, as my foot stepped through the doorway into the dark living room of the first house,-"i'm here to play!"

Me and the evil soul, which I insisted to get a name of a Cecil, roamed our surroundings for few intense seconds and patiently waited for whoever was behind the bedroom's door loading a shotgun.

"Are we not bulletproof, Cecil?"-i asked with my eyebrow raised and nodding my head at the door.

"We are, my king!"-he taunted,-"but we can be harmed, too!"

"Shall we?"-i insisted and extended my palm giving him way towards the slowly opening door.

"I'm armed!"-a man whispered shakily, though trying to sound determined as much as it was possible. "You're thieves? What do you want?"-i insisted.

"You must be deaf?"-i teased,-"i've told you, we came to play!"

"Is this a joke?"-a voice echoed behind the door and the shiny barrel finally came into view.

"You're alone?"-i snapped, for something inside my head was telling me, that only a desperate and a single could keep a gun under his bed.

"I warned you!"-he yelled and a loud shot disturbed the silence, making me duck on the instinct.

I watched the door planks shatter around the huge gap in the middle and I traced the air where the bullet went.

"You ruined Cecil's fur!"-i growled, seeing grazed mark on his arm which healed in an instant.

Another shot followed, and with this my patience was wearing thin. I grabbed the door and tore it down from the frame, and was welcomed by the freaking features of the old man, that held the shotgun with his dry and pale palms, that was pointed at my head.

"Aw!"-i smiled,-"you're quite prepared, I can see!"

The trigger was pulled shakily and another bang crossed the village. I stepped aside in the supernatural speed right before the bullet could do me any harm and watched Cecil transform into his evil soul of dark mist and scatter in the air, regaining his human body in a second, which appeared right behind the old man.

"What are you?"-a terrified shriek left man's lips, as he nervously tried to overrun us.

"Not so fast!"-i demanded and stepped in front of the door, blocking the way for a man to run away. "Cecil, how do you think, should we kill him fast and easy, or could I play for a while?"

Cecil shifted, shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes never left my frame and mumbled something I couldn't make to sound clear.

"Whatever!"-i waved my palm and caught the neck of the old man, my grip tight and deadly around his throat.

The man was choking, clawing at my hand and desperately kicking, as I pulled him up easily, making him hang in the air few feet from the ground.

"My king!"-Cecil whispered,-"the village is awake now! They're coming!"

And only then I heard silent footsteps around the wooden walls and loading of the guns in the distance. Frightened talks, screams of mothers hiding their children under the beds, but the heavy barrels in the people's arms was what excited me the most.

"What kind of village is this?"-i hissed at the man in front, who was breathing raspy and was drained of any color from his face,-"why are you all armed? Tell me!"

"N...not....the f...first!"-he chocked.

"Not the first?"-i asked confused. "Tell me!"-i growled, my voice full of hate and venom.