The screams of a teenage girl faded in the small bedroom as her body crumpled to the carpeted floor. The life was quickly draining out of her, her vivid celestial blue eyes clouded over and blood seeped from the giant gash in her side staining the light tan carpet.
He stood there, watching her through blood splattered goggles. He shifted his weight to lean on his hatchet, he was favoring his left foot from when the girl had stepped on the other with her high heels.
A second wind of rage fueled him as he raised his hatchet up and plunged it back into her body, further mutilating the corpse in front of him until it was completely indistinguishable. He stopped himself and stared down at his handiwork before reopening the window he entered through and climbing back out. He took off back into the forest, sprinting as fast as he could away from the police sirens that grew nearer. Her damned neighbors had heard her and called the authorities like the cowards they were.
The closer he got towards the heart of the forest, the darker it got. Barely any moonlight shone through the thick branches and leaves which kept a perfect cover for the shelter he stayed at. It was a perfect spot for hiding away from the rest of society and no one in their right mind would travel this deep into the forest.
After what seemed like a straight hour of running he looked at a large broken down house. It was a dark shade of brown with peeling paint and exposed wood and held the appeal of a completely abandoned building from the outside. This was his safe house, he knew that the inside was the exact opposite, many others stayed there for sanctuary and shelter for an equal trade from the man in charge.
Home sweet home, he thought sarcastically to himself as he stepped through the creaking main door.
