Sorry, it's a little late. I will issue a warning: this drabble is very, very dark. It isn't graphic at all, but I'm just warning you. If it's not for you, I understand if you don't read it. It was also inspired by the movie, "Running Scared."
This definitely isn't 100 words. It's 191. Let me know what you think!
Tremble and Soar
Sometimes life dealt them nefarious twists.
It was supposed to be a normal hunt—a kid-snatching monster, homemade blowtorches, lives saved. But supremely evil things lurked in the idyllic split-level with a picket fence, more sadistic than usual monsters and spirits.
It was human, a businessman or lawyer, a child predator. Dean herded the drugged babes to safety, left Sam, all imposing height and white-hot rage, with him in the omnious playroom. Decorated in horrible rainbows, floor to ceiling was covered in scratch-proof plastic, litered with syringes and tears. Sam trembled with disgust, soared with hatred.
"For easy clean-up," Martin said, caught and terrified.
Sam's vision bled crimson. He couldn't remember why they didn't kill humans. The gun in his hand was a solution, answer to the world's ugliest evil.
"It wasn't wrong," Martin said, sincere. "I was loving them, setting them free."
Sam had been sickened by the crime scene photos: little bodies, little hands.
Little coffins.
"Good thing for easy clean-up," Sam whispered, closing his eyes, squeezing the trigger.
He didn't need to open them to know by the sickening tearing, subsequent flop that seven bullets hit their mark.