Here is another chapter for you, now with more heart warming violence.
Chapter 13: Blood is Thicker than Water
Jack stood there of Manna's mutilated corpse. That was very good. Now it was time for his next victim. Behind Jack heard the sound of a door opening. He quickly wrapped his black cloak back around him tight and hid into the shadows. Caution was wise and patience is a virtue. His next victim had arrived...
Carter entered into the kitchen. It was eerily quiet. Something should be going on, he just knew it. The murderer was back in here somewhere. Though for all Carter knew, the murderer may have already gone through and killed everyone in their sleep and left. Carter hated to even think that way. How could he justify hoping that he might be safe at the cost of everyone else's life?
Carter slowly walked forth across to the counter. There knife that he could use for protection lying there. He almost slipped in a puddle of water. Carter looked down and says that it wasn't water. It was little river of blood. He looked up and gasped in horror at what he saw. The trail led back to a horribly grotesque form that was once the sweet, kind hearted Manna. He stumbled backwards in shock...
Now was his chance, Jack thought. He quickly moved out of his hiding place and rammed his elbow into Carter's back and brought his hammer around to crush Carter's skull. Jack paused though as he saw what unfolded. Carter, trying to regain his balance from the blow dealt to him, completely lost his footing, slipped on the blood and fell down. There was an earsplitting crack as the back of his head hit the sharp corner of the counter.
Jack knelt down in the blood beside Carter's limp body. He rapped his hammer lightly on his head. Well, that was easier than was expected. He put his hand behind Carter's head and gently propped up his body in a manner almost like he sleeping. Jack leaned down and whispered into Carter's ear, "Sleep tight dark priest of the night. Vengeance has been served" He wiped the blood from his hands off onto Carter's robes, but it did little good... His robes were already saturated with blood.
Jack stood and walked away from the scene. Tonight's revenge was complete, and it was delicious. His robes twirled around him as he left the building. Tomorrow would be another delightfully fun day.