In a large burnt down building a man stood on its second floor clutching his chest. The saw had taken in as much blood as was leaking out. He grimaced as he applied the antiseptics, filling his body with almost as much pain as the saw had. Although the attempts weren't lame they didn't stop his whimpering as he started to apply the last of his bandages. Were he not focused on binding himself he might've heard a distant gasp for air that could've given him time to escape. But the breath reached his throat before it reached his ears and the man was shortly strangled at the neck.
Sally floated upright and looked at the newly created corpse. Its face, once with an expression of agony, was now calm and silent. This gave Sally a small amount of satisfaction as she had never been able to witness suffering for very long without the urge to halt it. In another life she would have done so with laughing gas and stitches, but now she would only use her cold and pale hands.
She looked out from the rusted bars at the field surrounding the asylum. It was sparse only containing rubble and the occasional tree, but could give the other victims a place to hide, and so Sally gave a loud wheeze and briskly warped to the centre of the field.
Her saw was dangling from her grasp as she hovered around the patches of dead bushes, its tip dripping blotches of red into the dirt. Despite its recent use it was still razor sharp and rending more victims would prove effortless in Sally's hand of iron.
Her head kept drifting from right to left as her feet trailed lightly against the tips of the grass. The remaining three were proving to be extremely wary, no doubt after hearing their companions short lived scream before his abrupt silence. Sally was never much for keeping a low profile anyhow. It was something that she took pride in, keeping the victims on edge and shivering by her mere presence. It meant that they were far less likely to save each other once the first death, fearing that each would think themselves next within Sally's grasp and the life draining from their eyes.
Sally took in a deep breath as she noticed movement by the asylums edge and warped to see a man with a dark brown jacket disappear inside.
This one was cornered. And none would be coming for his rescue as Sally continued after him, letting out echoing cries as she closed in. The man, realising that he had been seen, sprinted up the staircase as fast as his leg could carry him. When he heard the gasp he immediately doubled back, just in time to avoid Sally's reaching hand as she came through the floor. Seeing few other options the man continued running. He saw one of the asylums many broken windows and, seeing few other options, pushed off from the windows edge.
Sally halted his leap.
Once his eyes were closed and body lifeless she let him go and he fell to the ground. The thud disrupted the crows beneath her and they took off cawing angrily whilst circling the rusted hook by the asylums entrance. Sally's pride evaporated as she looked at the unbloodied hook and remembered what would befall her if it remained that way.
She continued drifting around the asylums walls for a while, the whispers had yet to fill her ears with confirmation of a nearby victim. She wondered if perhaps they had realised that proximity to her would lead to their discovery, of maybe they had found the second corpse and avoided her presence more than usual. Whatever the reason for their persistent stealth, it mattered little when the lights in the distance turned on.
Sally let out a sharp wheeze then arrived at the spinning machinery within moments, her head tilting left and right looking for movement. The whispers had started caressing her ears, as to not muffle up any potential sounds, and Sally was sure that a victim was soon to be found. As she searched the ground for foot prints, Sally noticed a patch of parted grass next to a stone brick wall. As she glided towards it, it became there that something was lying there. She screeched and held her bone saw up high as she violently jerked forwards, hoping to catch a victim before they had time to flee. But her saw connected with cold steel rather than warm flesh, and once Sally had recovered from the recoil of the blow she inspected the object.
It was a dark iron contraption of sorts. It seemed designed to open outwards but all that was beneath it was surely earth. Just to make sure Sally gestured with her left hand towards the device but it held fast despite her telekinesis. She put down her bone saw and clenched both her fists but still it did not budge. Finally she placed her saw between its sides and used it as a wedge, flexing her fingers as hard as she could. It quickly began to bend. The consequences that entailed should it shatter would be catastrophic, but the chance that a victim was hiding beneath it was great enough for Sally to keep pulling.
Then it sprang open.
Inside yawned a pitch-black void. An ominous sound began to fill up the air. Sally picked up her saw, that had be launched when the metal barrier was breached, and looked into the dark abyss. She lifted up a nearby pebble and gently lowered in into the opening. The moment it disappeared from sight Sally tried to bring it back out but found that nothing returned.
She started to worry that her actions had only wasted her time but was curious about what lay beyond the lightless threshold. Taking a quick survey of her flat-levelled surroundings, it was plain that there few places else to hide. Sally did not notice the crows that had taken roost on the overhead branches and straightened her shoulders. After clenching her fist again and taking in as big a breath as her lungs could hold, she plunged into the darkness.
The possibility of the crows or the nearby roaring waking her up was equally plausible when Sally raised her head again. She was in the middle of a corn field. An entire flock of crows was circling over her. When she went to right herself she found that her feet were touching the ground. As she tried to stand up she looked around trying to find where the roaring noise was coming from. The corn was too dense to know exactly where it originated, but one thing was absolutely clear.
It was coming closer.