Red Moon by Kyattsaui

Well, here we go, a nice little ficcy by me. This would be the lame filler intro chapter, so be aware that the creepiness goes past this. And I'm sure you feel anywhere near sorry for our first death.



Chapter 1 of Red Moon
Dark Chinpiras

The night was dim and dark. Those were the only words he could use to describe it. Not one star graced the bleak grey nor did any cloud. It was early, too, not even eight, yet. The cold wind battered his house's windows like a feirce animal wanting to get in. Emajuu shivered in fear and looked back to the bed where his wife, Elli, and their baby Alex slept. He worried and had no idea why. It was just wind right? It couldn't hurt him or his beloved family, right?

But still, he felt chills creep down me like spiders. He peeked out the window at the fall night and let his ash colored eyes shot open in desperate fear. A shadow crept by his feilds, holding what looked to be a sickle. He let out a sharp scream as their eyes met his and jolted Elli awake as he slipped of his chair nad collided with wooden floorboards.

"What happened, Emajuu? What's wrong?" She said hastily. Alex slept soundly, not noticing his mother's abrupt wake.

"Something was outside. That's all. Go back to bed. I'm going to go check it out." Emajuu reached for his hammer, just in case he'd need to defend himself.

"But--"

"I'll be fine. Go to bed, okay?" He smiled sweetly and walked out, clutching the hammer tightly as the bitter wind struck him with a frozen sweep. Elli gave a nervous glance to the door as she laid down, but calmed herself to sleep. The worst it could be was a wild dog or Red Hare wandering about.

Emajuu made his way to his fields, his crops still intact and animals sleeping soundly. Nothing seemed out of ordinary. He frowned and set down his hammer and sighed in relief, "It must've been my imagination." But he knew it couldn't have. It looked back at him, and the more physical evidence was roots of dark crimson soaking into the ground. He couldn't breathe from the combonation of fear and cold. He followed the trail to find where it began, breath in soft mistly cotton-balls that floated in the chilled air.

He followed the dark oozing trail. It made his stomach churn and made him feel light headed as the smell crept up into his face. He looked at it turn and slither about the road like a giant snake. What he didn't want to know was if it had venomous fangs of horror at the end.

That he soon found out. If this 'snake' had fangs, the venom hit him and drained him of his life. There lay the raggedly cut, frail, waxen body of the women who was Mary's mother. Anna was most certainly dead. Her body looked like shredded paper in red ink, it was almost impossible to recognize her as anything once living. Emajuu spun dizzily and ran through the mangled maze of trees, all of which had long 'X' marked carved into their bark. He stumbled shakily back into town. He had to find Harris.

Chapter 2
New Moon

Everyone had gathered in Town Square the next morning, all quietly murmuring and giving shocked looks to each other as they wondered why they had been told to come here. The mayor hesitated as he stared at the masses, notably Mary. She was sobbing and barely strong enough to stand. She dug her hands into Sasha's, her mother's friend, shoulder, tears staining the clean white fabric of her dress.

The mayor was relieved of one thing. Only Anna was gone. He took a large breath and stepped out into the crowd, "People! Please calm down! I know that you are all very confused but I regret to say that Anna is no longer with us. She was attacked in the forest by something or someone, and was killed on the spot." he frowned and looked down. Some in the crowd began to sob and others looked on in horror. Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Emajuu and Elli stood quietly. Emajuu knew he'd never ever claw the horrible image from his mind of the scarlet ragdoll that was once a woman. He'd never been friends, but life taken so quickly and messily made him sick. Harris nodded to the shaky famer in understanding and stood by the mayor, "Everyone, we advise you to stay in your houses and lock your doors. By the injuries delt to the deceased and the markings left on the trees, I don't think he'll avoid large groups at night. during day, you must travel in groups, even if you are just dropping your children off at the church or going to the hospital. Is that clear?" He seemed in control and calm, but he knew he was never expecting a murderer. He'd always said nothing would happen here in such a once peaceful town.


It was now in the late afternoon, and Elli was hurriedly washing the dishes and and looking out the window. Alex giggled as he clung to Billy's tail, making the dog yelp in shock of the baby's curious nature. The two adults, however, were silent. All the animals were indoors, the doors and windows were locked tightly, and Emajuu had harvested all his crops and cut them down so he wouldn't have to stay outside of the house, barn, or coop for too long.

Billy, after shaking the delinquent child from his body, leapt onto his owner and pawed him, hoping to maybe go play ball outside. Emajuu pet him lightly, "Not right now, boy." Was all he said. But, as he was looking at the dog, the stealthy shadow returned and darted across his fields as the sun set, and this time, it had a few friends with it as well.


Basil sat at the dinner table with Mary, watching her cry and sniffle. He had tried to calm her, but his words only made her cry more. She wouldn't eat or talk to him and he worried if she'd ever stop weeping. He had heard about people who died from mourning, and as he reached over to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, a shadow wathced him closely from outside, then slunk under the veiw of the window.


Emajuu stood and looked out the window, "Elli, did you see anything?" He asked. He hoped she hadn't.

"No. I'm busy making dinner. Sit down and and relax. Everything's bolted so not even a bear could break through." She forced a smile. Emajuu did too and sat at his table.


Basil had gottne up to get Mary some desert. Women like desert, and he knew that. Everytime he and Anna got into a fight, cheesecake always made it better. He froze as the door creaked open and the wind shot like razors into the room. He wandered blindly to shut it, finally finding it and closing it. Perhaps a hurricane was coming soon. The wind had stopped blowing in, but at that point it was the least of his troubles. Just as he looked around to the kitchen, he saw a gleam of metal hang in front of him in a crescent shape.


Emajuu didn't care whether the killer got him. He didn't feel right. He had tossed on a coat and began plowing through the rainy wind, forcing himself against what felt like cold claws ripping his face. His heart stopped dead in its tracks as a howled cry of agony shot through the air from Basil's house. Emajuu quickened his pace.


The shadow with the crescent blade howled with laughter as he plunged the sickle into Basil again and again. Basil hadn't died yet, but moving was a faint and painful dream. He lifted a hand to protect himself, but once more the blade crashed down with a sickening thunk and splitting cry as Basil fell dead to the ground. The shadow pryed the sickle from Basil's face and proceeded upstairs. What would he find there?

Emajuu fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around his stomach as he looked at the mangled body of Basil. He was as bad as his wife's body. With a sick cough, Emajuu stood and tried to run, but couldn't as he collapsed again and vommited. With all his strength, he pulled himself to his feet and listened as a shrill shriek came from upstairs, along with a disgusting plop noise.

The shadow bound out the window with a nasty giggle as he left Mary there, blood oozing from her chest. Emajuu arrived seconds after the culprit had left, and fainted, unable to walk anymore after seeing both of them dead.

Boy, that was gooey and blood soaked...

Chapter 3
Inn Hell

Bad pun, shoot me now. I couldn't resist...

Ann smiled as she stirred some soda with a straw with an absent mind. She didn't seem upset at all about the death of Anna. She sighed happily as she remembered Cliff. He had moved away, and she had been sad for that, but she loved just thinking about him. She had even stored some money away in hopes of sending it to him to get him to move back. Then she could see him again. She stopped herself. She was getting a little too girly for her own tastes right about now, "Dad? You think it's a hurricane? Kinda late in the year, don't you think?" She looked back. Where was her father? He was just there, "Dad? Hellooo? Dad? What are you doing? He must be making drinks. Too bad it's too rainy for customers. No one will drink tonight." She stood and walked to the kitchen door, "Dad! Stop making drinks! It's too stormy outside!" She tried to open the door, but it was locked, "Dad? Dad? Open up!"

A beastly looking person peered at the door. He had no weapon but his hands, but he apparently didn't need one. He looked down at Doug's body with a sharp glare. He was mangled, not with blade or any cuts, but with bruises pounded into his skin. His body was red and black with lumps, and small red scapes pointed out where the creature-like man's knuckles had dug into skin. He looked at the door, and a toothy grin spread ear to ear as Ann's voice called out.

Ann threw herself into the door with great force, "Open up! Let me in, Dad!" She growled as she stuck it and fell to the floor. Slowly, the doorknob twisted as the door began to creak. Ann pouted and put her hands on her hips, prepared to question why her father had locked her out.

Harris walked in and smiled at Ann, "Hey, Ann! Where's your father?" He stopped as he noticed her stern expression. He quieted and waited for her answer. And he atleast got one. A stunned gasp of stunned horror as her father's body was tossed on her, knocking her over and staring at her with empty eyes that lacked any color. She couldn't speak at all, and merely breathed heavily as she tried to escape the heavy corpse. Harris ran to her aid and pushed Doug off as the door began to open again. Ann became lamost limp in Harris' arms as he hauled her towards the door. Before he could reach it, though, the beastly criminal flew in front of the door and thrust out hands toward Harris. The policeman ducked and punched the creature in the face, running upstairs with Ann in tow.

The beast growled, "Don't take her away!" He whined like a child, "I'm not done having fun yet!" He croaked, but smiled as he heard them both scream upstairs.

Ann fell to the ground as Harris did in shock. Gray gurgled helplessly as he hung from the ceiling by a noose. His body was bloody and maimed, his feet in particular. He was still alive, but barely, as he begged silently to Harris to help him as he clung to the noose, trying to keep from choking. All he had to stand on was a small corner of endtable, and it was stained and slippery from the blood.

The beast crawled like a wounded animal up the stairs and spotted the three. Harris looked fearfully at the monsterous man and hid Anna behind him but not from a fate that they would share.

Chapter 4
Waking from Death

Emajuu woke slowly from his unconcious state, eyes quickly closing however at the sight of Mary's remains. He stumbled through the house with his eyes shut tight and holding his breath. A glimpse of death or a scent of thick blood was something he couldn't handle. He wandered out and gazed at the sky, filled with dim and sad stars. They seemed to have lost theri special glimmer of diamonds and turned to solid grey dots with little hope to offer. Then a thought struck him. Elli and Alex were still at home. He wanted to report his friends deaths, but his family was in trouble and Harris was no where in sight. He ran back home, not knowing what had already left it.

Elli walked along the street, Alex tightly huddled to her. Emajuu had left abruptly to 'feed the chickens' and hadn't come home. She'd looked on the farm, but he was no where in sight. She was a little angry, really worried, and completely frightened. She called out for him again, "Emajuu! Where have you gone? Please come home! Answer me!" She hated yelling at such a late time, but she doubted anyone could sleep anyhow. She heard a muffling noise from in the inn as she passed and looked up towards one of the 2nd story windows, "H-hello?" She said as she tried to look in. No luck. She'd have to climb the ladder by the window since the door had been crushed inwards by a force she didn't want to meet. She hushed Alex's whimpers and took a deep breath before climbing the wooden ladder.

Emajuu sobbed quietly. His beloved wife and child were gone. Most likely strewn about in mottled ribbons of flesh by that awful shadow. The same one who had killed Anna, the same one who had killed Basil, and the same one that killed Mary. He looked at the clock as gasping sobs broke through his rough throat that was shredded by coughs and burnt by vomit. It was't even 9 yet. It was getting colder as he had left the door open in his misery. The blades of frozen wind cut across his back, making his clothes feel like sharp metal ribbons. Darkness was all around him. Whether it protected him or endangered him was what he did not know.

Elli wobbled furiously up the ladder. She spoke quietly so only her and Alex could hear, "Ugh, it feels like I'm pregnant again. I can't keep my balance..." She grunted as she hiked a leg over the bottom of the window sill and slowly climbed in, smacking her head against the bottom of the window itself. She yelped in pain but went deathly quiet at the mess she saw. The pummeled bodies of Ann and Harris lay in a bruised and broken pile by the end of the bed. But something was odd. Harris left behind him a light trail of blood. He had moved from his place in front of the dead Ann and had moved to the endtable. Elli squinted in the darkness until she saw slimey red feet tiptoeing on Harris' shoulders. She gasped as she placed Alex on the bed and got up on it, quickly undoing the knotted rope that dug into Gray's flesh. She quickly caught him as he slumped limply into her arms and, making sure to not drop him, got off the bed and laid him on the floor.

Emajuu had his axe in hand and was walking through the tangled trees of the nearby forest. he cursed and sobbed as tears poured from his eyes. He bit his lip hard as he dug the large axe into the fresh, cold earth. Again and again and again his axe struck the tender but unloving ground. He collapsed as he looked at the carpenter's house. Blood was smeared in the shape of handprints all over the door, and beside it lay a bloody tangle of weedlike strings of skin that wasn't remotely likened to a human corpse at all. What kind of creature could do this? The question dragged itself around his head as he burrowed his face into the wet grass.

Elli was used to injuries and death and the like, but she couldn't help but cry for all of them. She felt weak, sitting here in a curled up ball, Alex sleeping against her chest. She was a nurse, and a good one. She should be composed and professional like the doctor. But she just couldn't. her face turned raw and red with the streams of tears and she looked at the bodies of Ann, Harris and Gray. They were all at least somewhat friends with her, and they were all gone. Her hopes were being dragged through the mud by the wretched beast who did this until she spotted something, "G... Gray?" She softly said, getting a light moan in response. She held her brethe and quickly gathered up Alex up by her shoulder and picking up Gray, taking them to the other room so the bloody sight was not in her line of vision.

Emajuu heard a loud roar, something holding joy and malevolence in the same giddy laugh. He cringed as he watched a ghostly old man holding a sickle walk by, not noticing the man laying in the darkness of the bushes. Emajuu narrowed his eyes at the man. Violently fast flashbacks struck him hard. The sickle, the man crossing his fields to get to his victims, and those god-awful eyes of death.

Elli looked down at the slowly awaking Gray, whose light and eerie moans escaped his throat that was reddened by the rope. Harris had saved him. After he was wounded and knew he was going to die, he still went through with his duties as an officer of Mineral Town and helped Gray hold onto the rope and have something to stand on. Her eyes teared at the thought but she put on a kind face as Gray opened his eyes weakly. Elli was about to ask him how he felt when she heard the clanging of pots below. She put Alex by Gray and slowly made her way downstairs.

Emajuu didn't have the strength to stand. He watched, however, as the old man laughed again while speaking to another. This shadowy killer was thin and gaunt with bug eyes and a thin pointed jaw that hung low. He looked like a demon with his orange colored eyes and hair. With strain, Emajuu attempted to listen to their conversation. He could hear nothing, but the bright glint of many long metal blades appeared. He shuddered at the metallic clicking and clanking as they struck each other like knives being sharpened. The wind was feirce, but not even the skinny little bug-faced man wih the claws was blown away, even as Emajuu clung onto the grass like a lifeline.

Elli wandered into the kitchen, heart racing faster than Red Hare and eyes wider than ever. She'd never been so frightened before as she stared at the beastly form. He turned and hissed loudly at her and charged for his new victim head on. Elli held back a scream and wih a violent thump and a sickly crack of bones, a figure fell.

Elli took heavy breaths like her lungs were made of lead. She stepped on his back and dug her foot into the places where the ribs had fallen inwards from the mighty blow of a cast iron pan. She snarled quietly at the unconcious man who grunted in pain of his shattered bones. She raced upstairs and flung open the door to the room she had Gray and Alex in. They were safe, and Gray was slowly starting to move. Elli rushed over, "We have to get out. Here, lean on me, okay? We have to get you somewhere safe." She wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders, picked up Alex, and rushed off with them to the hospital, hoping it hadn't been attacked yet.

Chapter 5
Shattered Wings

The winds had died down a little to where hurricane was a far thought, but it was still much too hard to just walk around. Especially for the young children who stared boredly out the church windows. May and Stu had come to church for their schooling when the winds had hit, and were now stuck inside. Carter had tried to contact Elli and Barely, but the phones had been disconnected. May sighed heavily, "The winds are dying. Can't we go out side and play?" She turned to ask Carter, who had vanished, "Carter?" She said quickly as she got of the pew she was sitting on, "Stu! Carter's not here!"

Stu watched as bugs became spots on the windows before turning to her, "Maybe the murderer got them! Oooooo!" He stuck his tongue out playfully, finding it overly enjoyable to scare the women of the village.

May pouted and placed her hands on her hips angrily, "Shut up, Stu! Maybe he just went outside." She said reassuringly to herself. The assurance was no help to the loud crack and screech of something dragging talons across the stained glass. May shrieked in terror and grabbed onto Stu's arm, knocking him over onto the floor with her, "It's the murderer! He got Carter and now he's going to kill us! Protect me, Stu!" She screamed into his ear.

Stu tried furiously to yank himself away but couldn't release himself from the grips of the girl, "Let go!" He was about to try and break free once more when the loud screech echoed through the church's walls again. Even Stu screamed this time as a flash of a shadow raced past the wall like a stray cat. May cried out as a hand reached over and settled itself on her shoulder. She spun around and tried to run with Stu behind her, "Zombie Carter!" She yelled.

This was much to Carter's surprise as she tried to calm down the frihgtened children, "May! It's okay! I'm not a..." he paused, "Zombie?" He smiled a little and knelt down, "Don't worry. I just dozed off a little. When I heard you both scream, I thought something awful had happened! I'm so glad it was just the storm that scared you two." He sighed in relief and stood.

"But but but, the shadow! It was all mean and scary looking and it ran real fast!" Stu spat out quickly as he pointed frantically to the window, "It was creepy!" May nodded in agreement.

Carter sighed, "It's okay. It was probably just some leaves or debris. I won't let anyone hurt you."

May looked sternly at him, "Promise? Promise you won't let anyone hurt us?"

Carter smiled, "I promise." He nodded reassuringly to the children. Suddenly, the sound returned. The vile sound that would've shattered the glass if it hadn't stopped abruptly and started carving the wood on the outside walls. It sounded like someone was drawing on the outside. The children quickly took shelter by Carter's legs. Carter looked up at the windows, all with 'X's carved deep within the colored glass, "What's going on?" He said to himself quietly.

A shrill hiss shot through the air as something quickly hurried across the shadowed floor in the back. Carter's heart began to race as he slowly made his way up to the pulpit where the noise had come from. May and Stu followed closely behind, holding on tightly to the priest legs in fear. There was the noise again, this time from behind them. A hiss echoed off the walls as two yellow glaring eyes stared sharply at them. Carter spun to see it, and the children wasted no time calling it cute and 'poor little guy'. All that was there was a stray black cat, it's eyes now scared and frightened as it was gathered around. It purred happily though as its long back was pet by Stu. Carter heaved a relieved sigh, "How did it get in here?" He smiled as he knelt to pet the stray animal.

May turned around, "Hey, is there any food for kitt--" She froze and screamed as the little gaunt man with the long bladed gauntlets appeared behind them. Carter and Stu looked back to see him and their eyes widened in shock. The man hissed a sharp snicker and raised his long arms up into the air, ready to split the faces of the three people in half.

Carter grabbed both children and used himself as a shield for them. The two kids yelled and screamed in fear as Carter winced and hissed painfully. The man's claws dug deep cuts into Carter's back, the red blood beginning to coat the clean white metal like paint. The man grew furiously angry nad quickened his strikes, sometimes dragging bits of flesh along with the blade. Then he struck with great strength at the middle of Carter's back, dragging the claws of metal down in a straight line.

Suddenly, the doors flew open from a particularly strong gust of wind that flew strongly at the four. The tiny clawed man, in fear of being caught by someone stronger than him, howled loudly and ran out the door on all fours like a wild animal. May watched as he disappeared into the dark night and looked up at the pained face of Carter, "C-Carter?" She whimpered quietly. Stu looked up quietly and whimpered in fear.

Carter breathed heavily and looked kindly down at the kids, "Are... you two... okay?" He managed to say inbetween breaths. May and Stu nodded quickly in response, hoping he was too, but knowing otherwise.

Elli dragged Gray to the front of the hospital, but not before noticing the open doors of the church. She gritted her teeth in grizzly expectation and turned to Gray, "Can you make it the rest of the way in, Gray?" She asked kindly. He nodded with a little smile and put his weight on his own feet with a slight wince and took Alex. He slowly limped into the hospital as Elli ran towards the church.


Elli sat by the desk quietly as the doctor finished bandaging up the wounds on both men. The hospital hadn't been attacked, and everything was still in order there. The doctor walked out a minute or so later, "They should heal fine. Carter has some deep cuts, of course, and Gray has some pretty bad damage to his feet, but they should heal up rather cleanly. Did you see what did this, Elli?" He asked. He looked a little curious at how the wounds were caused.

"I only saw one, and he looked like just a shadow." She said quietly. She had seen a whole lot tonight.

No one died in this one! Ha! See, not every chapter has killing action. Next chapter will have one of the other two murderers not yet revealed.

Chapter 6
Yamashii

Popuri couldn't sleep no matter how much she wanted. All the howling of the wind and the news of a murderer had put her on edge so much that she couldn't even close her eyes without feeling a deathly cold hand reach out to grab her. She tried once more, just an inch of sleep would do, but no, death snapped her awake again as she thought she heard a muffled scream, "It was nothing..." she said quietly to herself, "Just my imagination and some creepy old wind." She smiled nervously and tried to bury her head under her pillows. Nothing was working. She just couldn't keep her eyes shut. She was very tired and simply resigned herself to staying up.

Her stomach growled pleadingly for food and she looked at her door quietly. What if there was a murderer behind it? Or a body? Or both? She held back her restless thoughts and slowly crept out of bed. She thrust out a stiff arm and flung open the door and shut her eyes. Nothing but the bang of the door against the wall and the howling remains of the hurricane were heard. She pryed on eye open and then both, seeing no danger about. She proudly smiled to reassure herself of her safety and proceeded to wander downstairs.

She made her way down stair and was immediatly shocked by the door being open. The wind couldn't have done it though. They had bolt after bolt after lock after lock keeping the door shut. She gulped as she went to close the door, holding her hair down from whipping at her face. She breathed quietly and turned back to the fridge. She walked up to it and opened it, taking out a small bottle of milk and taking down a glass from the cabinet. So far so good along the lines of no criminal activity. A content sigh escaped her as she drank her milk happily, shutting the cabinet door and preparing to put the milk away. Suddenly, she heard a scream of pain and dropped the bottle and glass, letting them hit the ground and shatter. She quickly avoided all the glass as she ran fearfully upstairs.

Two green cat's eyes peered in at her making her run faster. A dog barked outside, causing her heart to nearly stop. An enormous spider fixed the final peice of its web together and rested upon the small silky wires, making her shriek in fear. She ran into the bedroom and panted heavily as she leaned against the door with all her weight. Her large eyes were drained of their usual happy color and looked pale in the brisk moonlight that had found its way through her window. She looked at the other beds where her family slept. Her mother turned slightly, maybe stirred by Popuri's movement and screams, but still slept quietly. Popuri nodded to herself as if to assure herself of her mother's safety. As she turned her head towards her brother Rick's bed, she cocked her head in confusion. He wasn't in his bed, and the bedding was rather messy, not a sign of her neat freak brother. She gave an angry huff and grabbed her coat off the hanger. How dare her brother just wander off in the middle of night!? But she felt like something was wrong. Something just wasn't right. She threw her coat on and gave her sleeping mother and light kiss on the cheek before storming downstairs with a pout sprawled across her face. As she walked out, her face was red with both anger or cold.

"Rick! Riiick! You can't just leave with murderers out and about! Mom would freak out!" She yelled out. She stomped annoyedly along the street, eyes shifting from side to side for that stubborn brother of hers. She heard the scream again and the confidence was drained from her body. She shivered and trudged on. Her feet felt like lead as she dragged herself across the village, "Rick? Rick!? Come out! If mom knew we were out..." She threatened her older brother. No reply came to her, and she began to grow angrier, "Rick!!!" She yelled again.

Something rammed into her leg with a loud howl and Popuri screamed in fear. The murderer had caught her, and now she was dead for sure. The two blue eyes looked at her form in the bushes and a growl came from the shadowy creature. The glint of metal reflected off of the young woman's eyes and she cried out again. Then the beast struck with a loving lick to her face. It yipped at her playfully and revealed its identity. Billy sat looking at her happily and barking. She nervously reached out a hand to pet him as she climbed out of the line of hedges she fell into, "Oh, Billy! Go home, you silly puppy! You scared me!" She giggled a little and shooed him off, afterwards proceeding with her search effort.

A sharp wince came from the battered form of a young man. Rick looked up at the menacing person above him, who had been viciously beating him after grabbing him from his house and dragging him here. The person had nothing to identify gender, race, or anything else. All they wore was a black cloak and mask. He tried to mave away from the dark figure, but got a sharp pain shooting up his side as a kick was delivered to his rib cage.

Popuri swung around to look behind her, "Rick? Was that you?" She shivered again as she heard the scream of pain, "Don't play around! Stop trying to scare me! We have to go home!" She felt glass on the ground suddenly as she fell and cradled her feet. Above her the window was shattered, glass all over the street. But she noticed something about the glimmering peices. A whole patch of where it should have been, there were foot print shaped gaps of no glass. She picked the splintered window from her feet and limped her way to the area where the screams were coming from.

Rick pulled himself off the ground desperately. The last blow had almost sent him flying and had knocked his glasses far from his reach. He pulled himself along the ground to try and escape a painful death. The figure wouldn't let him escape, but stayed in the darkness watching him try to pull himself to safety. As he neared the street, the dark form yanked him up by the neck and threw him to the side of the small area between the supermarket and the mayor's house where the attack had been happening. Rick limply fell to the ground, but lifted his head to hear Popuri's voice near them. He looked at the killer and mangaed to speak, "Don't you dare hurt her." The figure silently smiled in a wicked manner at the soft voice calling now worriedly for reply. Rick glared and used the wall of the house for support as he stood up and hissed in pain. He limped to the figure, who simply smirked an threw him down again. But instead of letting him try and react, it stomped down with it's boot onto Rick's back and dug the bits of glass on the bottom into Rick's back.

Popuri was now much more suspicious. She began running harder and faster to the source of eerie noises. She was horribly worried for her brother and wasn't going to be angry or annoyed any more. Her bare feet nearly flew across the ground as she darted to find her brother. The wind was soft now, but the bitter cold was like fangs that sliced across her face as she ran.

Rick couldn't scream anymore, the bits of glass now red and soaked in his blood. His throat hurt badly and all he could do was look up once more to the form above him as it stomped on him again. He was too hurt to move, and bleeding like his entire back had been ripped off. Popuri couldn't moove either as she looked at the bloody mass that was her brother. She charged at the killer and shrieked, "You monster! Evil evil evil monster!" She yelled as he bound off behind teh buildings too fast for her to catch. She rushed to her brother's side and whimpered as she tried to get him to answer, "Rick, don't play around like this... Wake up, please..." She sniffed and hugged him sadly. The form stood high above her again and raised a knife, plunging it at Popuri. She didn't look over her shoulder to see it, but held onto her brother tightly as she died. The form stared quietly at his work and bounded off.