"Last Man Standing"~ Pop Evil
I'm the last man standing
Last man standing Now!
Sam hid in the closet, which should have protected him from what was slaughtering his family, and pack. He held back whimpers, screams, and sobs as the blood pooled around his feet and pajamas. He peered through one of the cracks, which was blocked by something. "There's no one else here, I swear!" Mary screamed at the unknown figure. Sam's nose burned from the scent, but he held back a whimper of fear. There was no reply from the other side of the door, but Sam watched as the figure held up a long, golden blade, then bring it down with inhuman speed. Blood splattered on Sam's face and he nearly let out a scream, but he bit into his arm before he object sniffed around the room, then left. Sam waited until he was sure the thing was gone, then slowly climbed out of the closet, only to scream at the scene on the other side of the door.
His mother's skull was split stright down the middle, brain matter splattered on the floor and red walls. Her head was entierly disconnected from her body. The room was trashed, and the bed was splattered with blood. Sam was shaking as he went to check on his dad in the nursery. He didn't expect him to be alive, and unfortantly he was right.
His dad ended worse than his mom, guts on the floor. His blood had covered most of the wall, crib, changing table, and dresser. John's body was mauled beyond recognition, his bones easliy seen through the rips in his flesh and muscle. Most of his face was gone, leaving a bloody skull.
Sam started to hyperventilate at the sight. He rushed over to the crib to make sure his little brother was alive. But Sam couldn't find a trace of the two-year-old.
He ran out of the house, still bloodstained, and headed to the first pack house. The door was hanging wide open and Sam could smell the blood. His friend, Andy Webber, and Andy's little brother, Ansem Webber, are no where to be found... but their parents are slaughtered, like his parents had been. He assumes that the rest of the pack is the same, but he has to know for sure, so he turns back to the cold night, and rushes to the next house.
When Sam returns to his home, cold, he has had no sucess finding any living pack members, and all the kids are gone, most likely dead. He sits down and crys, crys harder than he ever has. All his friends, his family, his pack, are dead or missing. He's the last of his kind, he's the last man standing, and he's only 3 feet tall. He didn't know what he was going to do... but he knew he was going to hunt down what did this and slaughter the.
He packed his stuff in his dad's duffle bag, then grabbed the money from his parent's wallets and vault. He changed into clean clothes and shoved a match book in his back burned down the house, knowing that it was better if the town thought that he had died with the rest of his family, the rest of his pack. He burned down the rest of the houses, taking the money before hand. He wasn't going to come back, only when he finally killed those things.
I will break you down
Head to head it's all or nothing
Hands on bound I've been waiting way too long
To take you down
I will be the last man standing