Ok...for those of you that love gore....here ya go...this is dedicated to my dear readers ^_^ R&R Once more dark fell upon this corrupted citadel of hatred. Time for me to rid the gene pool of some more of the fools roaming the streets and dancing to a hidden tune of alcohol. I was bored of hiding, now i wanted something upfront, something that would really put a chill down their spines.....A whole family of 5.

It was a task, but the harder it got the more it set my adrenaline racing and the harder it became to stop me. Only one has ever got away, but I'll come back for him...I don't forget things easily. The night howled its appreciation, the screams and laughter resounding to their fast approaching demise. Cloudless night and the sky littered with stars, they always came out more on these kind of nights, laying their heads on the chopping block all for entertainment until something goes horribly wrong. Though each circumstance is different, it might be a bad night because someone was mugged, raped, killed or because they had figured out that their meer existence was pointless and they take their own lifes. As much as i hate the human race, suicide strikes a raw nerve in me . Once when I was looking for a prospective "doll" I came across a child crying in an apartment, my first instinct was to silence the child and make a scene...then i noticed why he was crying. The child was holding on to his mothers legs dangling at least a foot from the ground, the child was a mess his clothes were stained in vomit and blood and the mother wasn't much better. Scars on her arms and legs still bleeding, showing previous signs of self-mutilation. The whole home was a disgrace, no place for a child, no place for anyone. I found the blood rusted razorblades and a gun the mother kept, I didn't know what to do.

After thinking carefully and calming the child down, I realised the kid would be put into an adoption home and would suffer serious mental illness later in life. It was no kind of life to let him live. I showed mercy, using the gun I found I silenced the child to join his mother ,no child should be seperated from their parents, and left. He wasn't a doll, I never made any that night. But i have a job to do now, best to get on with it. In a large house on the outskirts of the CBD , lived a family of five I've had had my eye on for a little while after spotting them in a park and following them home. The house was big enough for an orphanage, but these fat cats snatched it up. I crept up the pathway into the main garden and through a window into a bedroom. I hid in the cupboard as I heard someone unlocking the door. It was the mother putting their little girl to sleep, after a bedtime story and a glass of milk she left and the child was left alone in the dark. I think she knew I was there but thankfully to the parents she had been brought up to believe that there are no such things as monsters...or demons, true in some respects yet wrong in many more. I pulled a pillow from beneath her head and just before she could scream, I smothered her until her final breath escaped her lips. Dragging her out of bed I ripped her body apart, recolouring the walls as I did so. It was suitably grotesque and I was drenched in the blood of the innocent but well worth it. One down four to go. In a room with a plaque on the door reading "The Den" did I find the son playing some stupid computer game. Completely immersed in his little fantasy world he remained oblivious to my entrance and my approach. His posture was terrible (probably from all that time hunched over watching a tv screen), another zombie slave to the television. I jammed my knife into his spinal cord, causing him to fit violently on the floor, coughing blood and throwing up his stomach lining. This was highly interesting I hadn't ever seen that happen before, so I sat and watched him until the fitting turned to twitching and the twitching eventually stopped. His eyes were rolled so far back in his head i could only see the whites. Before I left I switched of the tv and the game console. Wouldn't want to raise the electric bill now would I?. I started to leave the room. As I got to the door he started shaking violently again, I pounced on his body pinning it to the floor to make sure no one heard him. I realised I hadn't properly finished him off yet. Let the punishment fit the crime; Make his doll like the life he had led. I picked up his games, all in disc format, broke them and buried all the pieces in his body like gravestones. I could leave now. In the main hall on the second floor was a balcony ornately decorated, overlooking a garden with a swimming pool. On the balcony stood the mother and father, delicately intwined in each other. Good thing we were on the borders there were lots of forests around, no one would hear them. This had to be something special so I ran down the stairs and out into the back garden looking for the shed where they kept their tools. It was at the back corner of the garage and out of view of the balcony. I broke the lock and opened the door, inside was an array of tools and other things. I found a chainsaw and a couple of flares, putting the flares in my pocket and slingin the chainsaw over my shoulder i hurried back up the stairs towards the entry to the balcony. Standing in the doorway, I watched them for a short while, but they didnt notice me they were too "busy". But they took notice when the chainsaw screamed out its cry of hunger for flesh. Looking up in silenced horror they tried to find sense to scream but couldn't. I ran forward and sliced through the fathers legs hitting something solid beneath it, his wheelchair. Wheelchair? Painful flashbacks tore through my concentration, I had done this before somewhere.

"Y-you... can't k-kill me.... I h-have ch-children"

"Well, that makes it more fun for me."

Swinging a large blade severing his spinal cord his face.....it's him.....the one who got away.

The flashbacks faded."Told you I'd come back" Regaining my concentration I threw the chainsaw out of reach and stuffed a lit flare down his throat incinerating his windpipe. Choking him on the noxious fumes of his melted flesh. "As for you my dear." The look of terror in her eyes was a rush. I picked her up by the throat and threw her from the balcony into the pool, the impact knocked her out. I jumped over the balcony to finish what I started, landing on a deck chair and crushing it. I pulled her out of the water and lay her down on the cold marble surrounding the pool. She hadn't drowned, she was just in a quiet violence-induced slumber. What to do? What to do? I pondered.........drill. I ran back to the tool shed pulling out a power drill and raced back to where she was lying. Euphoric death...I drilled a hole directly in the centre of her forehead seperating the two lobes of her brain, this caused the muscles in her face to tighten her mouth into an eerie over-exagerrated smile, she was dead. But she had died happy, doing that released all the endorphines her brain carried into her bloodstream. My deed was done and with nothing left to do i dropped the drill by her side and continued home. Someday i will probably be caught, until then I'm never gonna stop... **************************************************************************** * sssssssoooooooo.......how was this chappie? ^_____^ tell me what you thought....flames are welcomed..i love those lil guys ^_^ ~ Lucia ~