Chapter 3

Luke was walking down an alleyway. He found a car. He got in it hotwiring it. He drove down alleyways. A memory started to flash through his brain.

"Daddy, daddy! It's Christmas. It's Christmas," Luke's son and daughter, Frankie and Leona, and were twins, yelled at the top of their lungs jumping on Luke and his wife's, Carol's, bed. Luke got up.

"Ok, ok. We're up. We're up," Luke said grabbing Leona.

"Daddy, let go. Let's go unwrap the Christmas presents. Please?" she asked.

"Yeah daddy, please?" Frankie chipped in.

"Ok, let me wake up your mother," Luke replied. "Carol. Carol, wake up. The kids are waiting," Luke said pushing her.

"What? 5 more minutes please?" Carol asked in her sleep.

"I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Kids, go ahead," Luke replied smiling. Frankie and Leona jumped on Carol.

"Ok, ok. I'm up. I'm up," Carol said getting up. Luke laughed. They got out of bed walking to the living room. The kids opened their presents screaming in joy at some of the things they got.

"That's not all," Luke said to Carol taking out a small box from his pocket. He opened it up to reveal a diamond filled necklace.

"It's beautiful," she replied smiling.

Luke was snapped back to reality as the car crashed into a dumpster. Luke opened the door falling out of the car. His old apartment was down the street. He walked to it opening a door, and falling into his old house. He crawled down it. He opened a closet door walking inside. He opened a trapdoor at the top of it with a ladder extending down. He climbed up it seeing all the belongings of Carol's, Frankie's, Leona's, and his parents. He saw a long sleeved black button up shirt, long black jeans, and cowboy boots. Those all belonged to his father. He looked around. He saw his kids stuffed animals. Then he saw his wife's make up set. He walked over to it. They were all on his father's old desk. His father's knife was on the desk in its case. Luke picked it up.

Luke opened the door to see the slaughter house. One man had his father's knife in one hand stabbing his father over and over again, while another one had his pants down going in and out of his wife who was screaming her head off. He watched his kids being killed as he saw his mom being tortured with a torch. One tackled Luke down. Luke fought him getting up getting ready to defend his family, but they were all dying.

"Luke, get out of here. Save yourself. Get some help," Carol screamed. Luke turned around running back into his car, and driving away.

Luke brought the knife down to the desk in anger. He grabbed some kind of white powder that was his wife's putting it all over his face. He took a tube of lipstick containing black lipstick putting it on his lips and making two thin lines coming out of the edge of his mouth, and putting thin lines going down from the bottom of his eyes and the top. He walked over to his father's outfit stripping down, and sliding into the clothes, and putting on the cowboy boots. He grabbed his father's knife stalking himself down to his apartment passing a mirror, and then walking back to it to look at himself to see something that would make the skin of the victims crawl as he slaughtered them.