Jeff the Killer : Face of the Devil

2) Massacre

*Hello everyone, beyondbirthday26 here. First of all, my apologies for being on hiatus for absolutely no proper reason (I ran out of ideas since the first chapter itself was a bomb, I needed to keep the thrill on the same level). Now I'm back, however this has only 500 words, which aren't sufficient enough. I'll try my best to write more with consistency. Thank you for reading.*

The clouds covered the sight of the crescent moon, engulfing the forest in darkness. After the forest, there was an abandoned territory, which had a dozen of abandoned buildings, most of them were worn out. However, this “abandoned” territory was also a home to a cult, which used to engage in “various” rituals and prayers.

At this moment however, few individuals were engaged in a very suspenseful psychological warfare, trying to best each other, fortunately for one of the parties, the never-ending mind games had to be brought towards the climax.

The young man sporting spectacles, and a black suit, holding a cigarette in his hand, and a lighter in the other, lit his cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke, as he sat against a wall in one of the buildings, located in the heart of the abandoned area. The heavy darkness swallowed all fear and tension in the air for the man in the black suit, as he helped himself relax from the “battle”.

“Jeffrey Woods... what an interesting individual. Calling out the cops on me, not to mention the military as well... well played, Jeffrey, very well played indeed,” he muttered, as he took out a picture of Jeffrey Woods, looking at it as he grinned widely. “Unfortunately for you, I will send you to your grave with my very own hands, I can assure you that,” he muttered as he let out another puff of smoke, before he snickered at his own statement.

The ghost town was now “invaded” by the police and the military, as the helicopters soared above the cult's hometown, flashing its lights on the buildings.

“Suspect Black Suit, you’re under arrest. Give yourself in, and we won’t have to shoot you,” announced the officer in a helicopter using a loudspeaker.

More and more vehicles now joined in the affair, as more men jumped out of their vehicles, aiming their pistols at the buildings. Some of them were dispatched to every building, searching for the suspect.

“Time for the climax,” said the man in the black suit as he held a white coloured smartphone in his right hand, and held a cigarette in his mouth, slowly making his way out of the building, with his arms raised.

“Suspect, hand over the phone,” said one of the officers.

“I have a few demands before we proceed towards anything else,” said the man in the black suit, as his cigarette fell down.

“You’re in no place for negotiations,” replied the officer.

“Then I’ll simply press this button which will detonate the bombs buried in each of the graves surrounding the area,” replied the man in the black suit, as he motioned towards his phone.

“Open fire, don’t let him press the button!” Yelled the officer, as a series of gunshots erupted the commotion, shooting each part of the man’s body, resulting in his lifeless body falling to the ground, as his blood splattered all over the building behind him. His corpse laid on its back, surrounded by his own pool of blood.