The Wrath

Chapter Twenty

Alan is standing outside Nadines house, in the garden, facing the white front door. He looked down at his clothes only to see he's dressed in blue jeans, white Nike trainers and a blue and white checked shirt.
He reached for the front door handle, but before he touches the door it opened by itself. He paused uncertainly before he entered. He firstly poked his head around the door trying to see who opened it, but the house, although immaculately kept, appears and sounds completely deserted.
He closed the front door behind himself, then walked into the Lounge, the furniture was clean and unoccupied. There were no bodies, bloodstains or any signs of a struggle. Alan scratches his head in confusion, gazing all around, not understanding what is going on. He snapped his head up as the sound of a young childs laughter drifted down from upstairs. His hand moved instinctively down to his waist feeling for his belt with the weapons attached. He glanced down, but he has no weapons on him, his belt is empty. He groped desperately at his pockets which are also empty. Realising that he is completely unarmed he runs quickly into the kitchen towards the knife block, but halts when he sees that it's empty.
He turns every which way looking for some kind of weapon, but there's nothing except for a wooden rolling pin. He grabbed it in his hand, then raising it high like a baseball bat, he headed back for the stairs.
He looked up, but somehow it seemed like the stairway was higher than usual and the top was completely hidden in shadow. If someone was standing at the top waiting for him, he wouldn't know until it was too late. Taking a deep breath and with pin shaking slightly in his trembling hands he started to ascend the stairs, one step at a time. He froze when he heard loud whispering coming from the bedroom of Nadines parents. He reached the top without encountering anyone or been attacked.
As soon as he turned the handle of the bedroom the whispering stopped. Slowly he pushed the door open, then stepped into the room, the door swung back towards him, having hit the antique coat rack behind it, which Alice had been meaning to remove.
Alan placed his hand against the door to keep it open.
The room was large, the double bed had a messed-up duvet on it, there was a built in wardrobe, the vanity desk, lots of collectible ornaments, a collection of Steiff stuffed bears. A bookcase filled with works of fiction, a chair in the middle of the room, and sat in the chair with his head tipped back, eyes closed, his shirt bloodstained with the five arrows protruding from his chest was Dominic, pale and unmoving.
Alan lowered the rolling pin in relief, assuring himself that any noises he had heard was just his mind playing tricks on him. He supposed that you can't become a ruthless murderer without it having some kind of effects on the human brain.
He tugged at his attire, still confused by the fact that he was dressed in normal everyday clothes, when he did not recall changing at all.
Suddenly, loud against the suffocating silence he heard a creaking noise, like the sound of a door which needs oiling. He snapped his head up only to see the door of the built in wardrobe opening by itself.
Alans eyes widened as he stared inside. Squashed up and stuffed in against the boiler in a standing position was John. He still had bright red blood trickling out of his mouth which had stained the neckline of his top along with vomit. He was trying to slowly pull himself out of being so tightly wedged in against the boiler. He jerked, twisting his arm in such a way that Alan heard a loud crack of bones breaking. Fixing his glassy hazel eyes on Alan, John used his other hand to grip the frame of the wardrobe to pull himself out, as his other arm hung down by his side at an unnatural angle with the bone jutting out.
Alans face paled and he dropped the rolling pin, not believing what he's seeing. Unable to remove his eyes from John he backed away, as he did he felt something brush against his leg. Fearfully he lowered his eyes. Glancing down he saw a small blood covered hand hanging off the bed from under the duvet which was shifting slightly, the actions mimicking the undulating movements of a snake pit. Gripping the duvet, Alan pulled it off with one swift singular move.
Underneath were Lily and Amber, all squashed together. They were slowly trying to untangle and detatch themselves from each other. Amber still had blood trickling down her face from the bullet wound and Lily moved clumsily, having to feel with her hands, been unable to turn her head.
Alans eyes move back to John who took a slow heavy step out of the wardrobe, his feet making more noise on the mahogany floorboards than they should. Alan walked backwards briskly towards the door hoping to lock them in. Amber slid down from the bed on her hands and knees like an Insect that isn't affected by gravity. Lily moved to the edge of the bed, then slowly with the sound of several bones breaking, she rotated her head round until she was looking directly at Alan, with her head facing the way it should be.
Alan clamped a hand tightly over his mouth as he felt bile rise up in his throat. Then before he could move again, he saw Doms hand flinch. Doms head started to slowly raise itself, until his eyes are focused on the feathered ends of the arrows sticking out of his chest. His hands moved to grip the arms of the chair he is sitting in, then using his muscular arms he pushed himself slowly up.
Alan backed out of the room as all four of his victims slowly staggered towards him, he slammed the door shut, desperately feeling for a lock, but there isn't one. He ran across the hallway into Johns bedroom.
The realistic life-size paintings of Spiderman, Batman, Robin, Superman, X-Men and The Avengers looked down at him from every wall. Before he could even catch his breath, he saw a pale hand come out of the shadows under Johns bed. The body of a young, dark haired girl pulled herself out from under the bed. Face down, using her hands she dragged herself along the floor heading straight for Alan.
Terrified Alan takes steps back, towards the door of Johns room, but as he turned his back on Nikki to leave, he found himself face to face with Dean. In his tattered shirt and the big Kitchen knife thrust into his heart, buried right up to the handle. He had one blood stained hand behind his back pressed against the wound where his kidney had been cut out, while in his other hand he was holding his extracted organ. He glared at Alan then started limping towards him, one leg dragging behind uselessly. Alan jumped and cried out in fright as a hand grabbed his leg, he looked down and saw Nikkis hand clamped onto him. He kicked his leg out then tore away from her grip, he barged into Dean pushing him aside and runs out of the doorway.
He stopped when confronted by Dominic, John, Lily and Amber coming from one doorway, then Dean and Nikki from another.
He dived into the door in front of him which is the bathroom. He quickly engaged the barrel slide lock, then for extra protection he secured the door again with a cabin hook lock then leant his forehead against the door, closed his eyes and took deep breaths while he reassured himself that he's safe. Surely with how his victims are moving so slowly and uncomfortably  they won't have the strength to break through a locked door.
He catches his breath and snapped his eyes open when he heard quiet sobbing, as well as the sound of running water, fearfully he slowly turned around, already knowing who he is going to see. He faced the bath and the taps were running into a bathtub which is already overflowing. Huddled up in the bath facing away from Alan, drenched through, fully clothed, sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest and her hands tangled in her hair both sides of her head is Karen crying. Alans eyes widen as he pressed himself against the door hoping she won't focus her attention on him. Karen snaps her head round, immediately fixing her eyes directly on him. Alan spins round to the door and quick as lightning swung the hook up, then frantically tried to open the door as Karen's hands grasp the sides off the bath then slowly stands up, her wet clothes clinging too her. Alan keeps trying to pull the door open in such a panic that he forgot about the barrel lock. Karen lifted one leg over the side off the bath and her foot lands heavily on the linoleum which is already flooded, the water already leaking out into the hallway through the gap under the door. Alan finally remembered the extra lock and slid it across, fumbling with it from sheer terror. Eventually he managed to pull open the door before Karen reaches him.
As soon as it's open he sees a crowd of bloodstained hands reaching for him, he forced his way through the crowd of his victims heading blindly for the stairs. He reaches them and starts to run down as his victims follow him, he is so desperate to get out that he partially falls down and has to grip the bannister to steady himself. Suddenly he stops, his mouth drops open in shock and he takes an involuntary step back up.
A body, facing downwards has just appeared around the corner from the Lounge and is crawling up the stairs on his hands and knees imitating a Spider, sometimes his legs bending over his arms unnaturally, the body clumsily climbing the stairs with jerky movements. The dent in his head clearly visible, leaving a trail of blood as it continues to trickle from the wound. The sight of Sean filled Alan with more fear and dread than all the other victims. As Sean forced Alan back up the stairs, he saw that he was surrounded, except for one doorway which led to Nadines room. Alan backed towards the door away from his victims who are inching closer and closer to him. Alan raised his arms up as if trying to shield himself from them. He viewed them all as they closed in on him, they were all paler than he remembered, with dark circles around their eyes, the wounds he had inflicted upon them were still bleeding.
The bones in Lilys neck were jutting out underneath her skin, blood was still running in rivers down Ambers face. Dominic was glowering at Alan from underneath lowered eyebrows. As John advanced towards him, he opened his mouth grinning coldly allowing more bright red blood to spill out of his mouth. Karen stepped out into the hallway, standing dangerously close to Alan, water still dripping from her clothes and hair. Dean limped towards him, still holding his kidney and pressing another hand against his wound as blood continued to run from it. Sean reached the top of the stairs, with his legs flailing wildly he started to crawl on his hands and knees towards Alan, but his movements were still jerky and uncoordinated. Nikki reached for him with her hands as she continued to pull herself along the carpeted hallway.
Alan backed away towards the last door until he bumped into it, but instead of the hard hollow thud he expected, he felt something soft. Before he could turn his head and check, he felt a strong hand grip each of his shoulders to hold him in place. With lowered eyes he glanced at his right shoulder and saw the hand holding him was blood stained with a hole going straight through the palm
With a look of pure dread crossing his face he slowly turned his head and found himself staring straight into a singular brown eye filled with hatred. At this point, to scared to see what's going to happen to him when his victims get their hands on him he closes his eyes then waits.