Dark.
Quiet.
Evil.
Thoughts of murder running through the mind.
Blood,
a dark red, drips from sharp claws,
pointed teeth.
It's iron taste lingers on the tongue.
A smell of death fills the air.
Footsteps.
The sound quickly fades,
as survivors flee.
In the distance,
sirens wailing.
And all that is left,
at the scene of the crime,
are the bodies,
and the shadow of Evil,
at it's purest.