Killing Spree

Prologue

Prologue

Tears rush down my face as I look at the image that is being reflected to me. The pain that swells in my heart is agonizing, I would never want to put on another being. I stand bewildered at the sight, my sister is being sister is being tortured.

And I am stuck here able to do nothing at all. Her screaming passes through my sensitive ears as the woman in black slashes at her slim stomach. The red that gushes out of her spews onto the floor in a heaping glob.

She struggles at the chains and begs for mercy as much as she can through the continuous screeches she lets out. The woman in black goes on and on cutting into her flesh, and it seems as the screams are getting louder.

But the part that bothers me most is that fact that, that witch has the nerve to laugh. Like she finds this as some type of amusement and it sickens me. My blood now boiling, I look over to my friends who have the same horrified expression I do and I spit

"Do you see this? I don't know about you but it is upsetting to watch this happen. So how about we find this lady and teach her a lesson she won't soon forget,"

walking past every single last one of them, looking them in the eye as I did so. I walked back to look at all of them with a stern and firm look, and a smirk crawling at the corners of my lips I proudly questioned,

"So who's with me?"