Screaming.

Panic.

Blood.

Pain.

Terror.

Death.

Needa cowered, utterly terrified with silent tears rolling down her cheeks, in the cupboard beneath the sink, back wedged as tightly into the corner as she could manage. She was frozen in a foetal position, completely unable to move to even shift the long dark hair that fell across her gaze. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull her eyes away from the small crack between the cupboard doors and the horror that unfolded beyond it.

Just barely six years old (not even a month had passed since the quiet murmurs of Happy birthday Needa had woken in her just after midnight on her birthday) and, in the last four minutes, she had seen more death than the average adult human. And it continued to rage just outside the thin wood currently hiding her from sight. Needa just barely holds herself still when something warm sprays through the thin crack and briefly paints her vision red; instead of releasing the scream that bubbles in her throat, she bites down on her knuckles until metallic taste explodes across her tongue.

Her instincts reared when she heard Zila's scream of agony suddenly drops into silence and her sight flickered, everything becoming tinted with gold. A small whimper finally escapes as she watched one of the wolfmen tear her older brother's arm off and then laugh at the sounds of Cory's sobs.

Then the monster digs its claws into the soft flesh of Cory's throat and carelessly tosses away the severed limb, choosing instead to focus on the boy's face as he dies.

It lands with a splatter against the very cupboard where Needa was hiding. She let out a stifled shriek as more blood joined the horrific painting of it already spattered onto her face. Her feet shuffle against the dirty wood as she tries to press herself even tighter into the corner. The monster paused in its gorging at the sound and its eyes flicked to where she was hiding. Two gazes lock between the cupboard door and Needa's mind goes blank with terror. Cory's body is dropped absently and it lands with a sickening thud next to Jase, who was still emitting a gurgling noise even as blood poured from the gash in his throat.

Needa wishes she could shut her eyes and cover her ears and block out the horrors happening to her family, but she can't look away from the terrible face of one of the monsters responsible for this carnage. Splatters of blood dribble down that terrible face forever twisted into a snarl.

For a brief moment, the child stares at the demon and the demon stares back, neither moving an inch.

And then the monster begins to chuckle.

A new flood of tears bursts forth and Needa tries desperately to vanish into the shadows, but she isn't Amy, and the wolfmans laughter just grows.

Bright light suddenly fills the tiny space as the doors of her hiding place are ripped off their hinges. A large hand reaches in and yanks her viciously into the open by her shirt. She swings pathetically from the clawed grip, beating uselessly at the muscled arm.

As she does, she can't help but notice the four bodies scattered about the open concept house; Cory is sprawled face down below where her feet kick at empty air, Jase face up, bright green eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. In the living room lies Hallie, head gone but still identifiable by the neon pink converse the twelve year old would refuse to part with even in sleep. Her still form is more black than anything else, her lifeblood having coated every inch of her clothes. On the opposite side of the house, crumpled in the hallway leading to the back door is Gavin with another hulking monster leaning over the boy's body.

Needa's focus is pulled away from the death that surrounded her when the monster holding onto her begins to speak.

"I found you little piggy. There's no use hiding from the big bad wolf." His hot breath burner her ear and it smelled of death. Needa fought weakly against his grip once more but only caused the beast to snort another chuckle.

"Say good bye little piggy." Then he raised his knife and began to slash. The last thing Needa ever saw was her blood spraying onto the ceiling and the bodies of the only family she had ever known.

They had all been under the age of 14.

Updated 10/25/15

It's been four years since the last time I've touched this fic… But I'm vowing here and now I'll finish this. My new pet project type thing for study breaks between midterms.