Horror ran into my hands faster than it started. The adrenaline kicked in faster than I knew it could. And my hands were reaching for the closest weapon faster than I ever meant to.
My hands landed on the short handle of an ice breaker. slowly I scooted over to the corner of one room as quiet as I could. She was blind, I knew that much, so I had to be as quiet as humanly possible. Any sound and in a blink she would be in front of me, hearing the white in my eyes run out.
I listened.
Scoot...thump....creeeeak
She was getting closer, I knew that much. Then it stopped. Everything was dead silent. I heard my breath as the pressure boiled in my chest. Slowly I rose to my feet. I went to the door and focused on every sound. There was a sharp breath from the hallway. I peaked through the doorway untill I saw a shaking kitchen blade held by her. A mellow feminine grunt bellowed from the demon in search of me.
I looked into the hallway and raised the ice breaker, prepared to insert it into her detereating face. I waited for a few seconds until spammed down. Nearly in the second I swung the ice breaker she stepped in, standing between me and the ice breaker, forcing me to fall in and hug her. I threw the top of my head into her jaw, hearing a snap in her jaw.
Then I got the first jab. Right in side. Once, twice, and with every one she let out a fading banshee shriek of terrifying agony. And the she made sure to match every dollar. She started swinging at me with the ten inch silver blade. The blade smacked into my shoulder and ran along my skin like course butter. A white burning pain poured around.
She jabbed at me and I evaded most of the attack. I punched her in the face, cracking most of my wrist on her bony face. She leaned in and try stab me. I grabbed her by the hand pulled her in. Quickly, I precisively layed the ice breaker on her head and slid it into her head with the ease of adrenaline. She dropped limp and slid off the ice breaker with ease.
My body had a wave of warmth and relief. I limped into the hallway and looked in each room for survivors. My arm bled out onto the carpet. I opened the last door to find the decapitated body of my brother and mom. Falling to my knees, I held what was left of him close and wept and the reached for my mother. Weakness overwhelmed, enough to not care if it brings the demon back. But surely I was corrected on this feeling as the knife lay against my neck and slid to my right, leaving the last thing I saw as the light growing in the window.
