Trembling, I swung the axe handle back, my fingers gripping the hard oak wood of hit's handle. It sharp, silver tip shown in the moonlight, it's gleam catching in the demon's eye. And, for just a slight fraction of a second, though it seemed like minutes to me, I saw the same innocence I had saw before. Fear filled it's eyes, as it knew it's demise was coming from the hands of me, momentarily. Maybe, just maybe, that old lady was right. Maybe I was just as wrong for 'murdering the murderers'. Perhaps, I become as sick and twisted as the town had. But, none of that mattered now. I finally had the demon in Death's grip, and I wasn't about to let it get away with all it had done to me. All the pain and suffering. Amazing how traumatic events can change a person. I simply came here looking for my sister, and now I stood covered in the blood of foul creatures I could not even begin to describe. 'Murdering the murderers'. Hell, maybe that old bat wasn't so insane after all.
"Any last words?" I smirked, taunting the crippled being on the blood-stained floor. Tears rolled down it's cheeks, knowing there was nothing it could say or do to stop me now. Seems this thing had planned out almost every step. But, it hadn't planned on me coming this far, and not giving up so easily like all the others. Yeah, maybe I was a killer, despite I'd never laid a hand on a human in that regard. And yeah, maybe I was just as insane as all those people told me. But, you know what? I liked being this way. I loved the feeling of crushing those bastards skulls, stomping over their dismembered corpses, trudging through those demons I had laid in waste. Who cares what that old woman said, I was enjoying my revenge.
"Don't...kill me....please...? It's not what you think...." the creature begged. I just laughed, shook my head at it's attempt being tossed aside in vain. Not what I think? I haven't though about much in the past few days, but I sure as hell knew what to think about what it had done to me. I swung the axe downwards, piercing into it's flesh, blood flying out upon my upper body. The demon screeched in pain, almost sounding like some wounded animal. I pulled the axe out, lifted it back, and swung downwards again, another large gapping hole being creating in it's horrid flesh. I was enjoying my revenge. Murdering the murderer was the sweetest revenge of all. My story was long and torturous. But, recalling the events that lead up to this in my mind, I had no regrets. Well, that is besides entering this town in the first place. Yeah, that's my one regret. Stepping one foot inside this fog infested hell-hole, Silent Hill.