There was something eerie about the blood stained snow. The blood had been there a while. A fresh snowfall covered the remnants, making it a lot less obvious to see, less obvious, but still there. Pine trees circled the area, creating an enclosed and private space. The fact that the trees were still there was a miracle in itself. Not far from them was a large factory. It had been abandoned for years. There had been an accident and a lot of people died. The company lost a lot of money and was forced to shut down. The factory was left to stand. The glass windows were broken and there were metal containers and trash all around the front. In grown plants surrounded the area, but they were irrelevant due to the heavy snow that forced itself upon the surrounding distance every year. It seemed as though no one had been there for years. It used to be a forest, a large lavish forest, with lots of trees. Then the factory happened. A lot of things died because of the factory: plants and animals mostly. It was certainly a shame. Just one small patch of evergreens stood several yards from the building, their branches covered in snow, and a thick, red liquid pooled at their trunks.

"No. . . no please, no,"

A voice rang out beneath the trees, exasperated, scared. The stench of dead animal and shit filled the air. . .

"For the love of God ! Have mercy ! Take them ! I don't want them ! Just take them !"

A boy, no older than fifteen, was dragged by his hair, tears present in his eyes. He held a brown deck of cards in one hand, Duel Monsters, his other hand was groping at the man holding him. He released the cards in his hand, the wind picking them up, twirling them towards the top of the trees.

"N-No please ! Please ! I won't tell anyone, I won't! N-No! OH gOD! Oh my GOD."

There was a scream, a sudden WHACK, and then silence. The cards floated back down to the snow, landing gracefully. A long shadow extended over the cards as small drops of black dripped onto their fronts from above. The shadow lifted his foot stepping on the cards, crushing them into the snow.

"That's the way it's going to be,"