When The Storm Hits

Chapter 32: Death in the Family

Carter placed his head into the glass lantern, the skull grinned devilishly from within. As we rode together through the moonlit night, he held my hand. His long and slender fingers were gloved, the black leather felt soft against my skin.

"Have you decided where we shall ride?" He asked me.

"Oh yes, I have." I felt anger well up in my chest. The Banshee spirit within stirred, directing the horses. Not too long after, we stopped. Carter helped me down from the carriage. His head lit the path in front of us. We crunched through the snow, slowly making our way towards a very familiar house.

"Are you sure this is where you want to be?" Carter asked me concerned.

"Oh yes, I'm very sure." I stopped walking, and widened my stance. Tilting my head back, I took in a deep breath. The power within me sparked to life like an unending fire. I opened my mouth and let loose a scream that shook the house in front of us. Blue light erupted from my mouth, a beam that cut through the clouds. As the scream vibrated through my throat, I felt as if my body was being torn apart, and then put back together in a matter of milliseconds.

"I feel their souls, they have separated from their bodies. This is your last chance to back out Lilly." Carter said with concern.

"They mean nothing to me." I said storming into the house. My body passed through the glass of the door effortlessly. When I turned back to look at Carter the fire that burned in the eye sockets seemed to grow brighter. I couldn't tell if it was from me, or the thrill of the kill.

"Well, then let's do this." The horseman said to me.

We walked into the main bedroom, to see a man and woman sound asleep. The man's face seemed to be scrunched up in pain, while the woman dreamed peacefully. But not for much longer. Soon they would be dead, and we would feel their souls coursing through us. I bent down to kiss the man on the forehead.

"Goodbye father." I whispered. Carter grabbed my dad by his hair, and pulled hard. The muscles and skin began to stretch and tear as he pulled. Blood sprayed out in a halo, coating everyone in the room. Wanda stayed asleep beside her dead husband. Finally the spinal cord snapped, and the head rolled to the floor. Carter then moved on to Wanda. He twisted her head as he pulled, and the snap of the neck was even louder than my dads. It reverberated through the house.

"Upstairs?" Carter asked sounding breathless. His chest heaved, and the fire in his eyes grew wild.

"Yes, it would be a shame to leave the kids as orphans." I laughed maniacally. I felt guilt begin to rise up in my throat, but the Banshee just shoved it away. This was the right thing to do, she said. These were the next people on the list.

List?