The masked figure stuffed his hand in his satchel and pulled out something that drained the colour out of the woman's face.
A wrench.....
"W-hat are you going to d-do with t-that?" The woman stumble upon her words as her face went white as a sheet.
"Oh please! Don't be afraid. It's only going to take a swing or two. In a few minutes you won't feel a thing!" The figure said, as if comforting a scared child.
Then one solid blow. Blood danced across the sky and onto the narrow street, turning it into a river of crimson. A shrill scream rang through the street as the woman withered in pain and maybe regret.
Then the second blow. She fell to the floor, completely still. Finished. Everything went silent until only the grunts and groans of the masked figure could be heard. A pool of blood was now forming around the dead woman's de shaped face and head, like a scarlet halo. But it wasn't over yet.
The figure knelt down onto his knees and whispered something into her ear, as if praying. The he got up and swung the wrench again like a batter about to hit and run at top speed. They all heard something crack. The voice was sickening and it mad the already teary eyed boy cry even more to the point where he vomited all over the place. The woman's brain slid out smoothly and everyone stared with horror at the dreadful sight in front of them....
"Stop, please." the young boy whispered, unable to take anymore.
The figure stopped and stared at the boy. "Let's get going shall we?" it said in a sing song voice. It turned around and walked off, beckoning everyone to follow. Trembling with fear, they did...
They walked through the infinite street for another half hour until the figure stopped, turned around once more and said "Stop two! Hmm..... Who should get off here? How about you!" he pointed to the little boy who was shivering from the fear and the temperature drop.
"You're the one who told me to stop, right? Don't worry, I'm a good person, I'll end your suffering, don't worry!"
The boy walked up to him, cowering under the masked figure's elongated and pitch black shadow.
What he said next gave chills to all three people....
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Dream? Or Reality?
TerrorA young girl, called 'she' starts having strange dreams and visions, and everytime she wakes up, she forgets a fragment of that dream or vision but finds blood on her hands. Then things begin to get out of hand....