Disclaimer:The butcher/Matthew Meyers and the priest are new characters I made up.I own no one but them.
Micheal walked down the road.He knew one of his reletives was around here somewhere.He could sense it.The wind was blowing hard this night.It sent papers blowing down the road.One paper caught Micheals eye so he bent down and picked it up.He looked at the date.31st of october 2003.It read...
"Local butcher Matthew Myers was shot dead last night in a frantic battle with police.Sources say Mr Myers was a eccentric santinist that had killed many young children in his quest to join forces with the devil.Local preist Father Clark revealed that many times Matthew had come and
prayed for help from god against a man called Micheal."
Micheal didn't need to read the rest.He knew anyone who joined forces with the devil didn't die for long.But now it was Matthews time.
Micheal walked down the road until he got to the famous butchers shop itself.He peeked in the window.Blood was splattered all over the bench.Micheal started to move away but as he did he heard a voice.
"Its not animal blood you know" came a voice that sounded like two at once,one human and one far from it.
Micheal lunged through the glass shattering it like ice.No one was there.
"How did you find me?" growled the butcher.
Micheal turned around.It was the man in the paper.His white butchers apron was tainted with bullet holes scattered through it.His face was like looking at a human version of the devil himself.
His eyes were fully white with blood streaks pouring from them.His smile was the smile of hundreds of screaming children.
Micheal remained silent and stepped out onto the street about ten metres away from Matthew.
"Allright then",said the Butcher,"lets let our knives do the talking.
To Be Continued.....