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The Axe

Everyday was the same. Nothing different happend. It was just the same repetetive daily grind, every signle day. Until that one interesting day was different.

It started off the same as the previous day, and the day previous to that. Everyone awoke, had breakfast and briushed thier teeth. They headed off the school and work as usual. The returned home with severe road rage due to the rush-hour traffic, as usual. And they spent the evening relaxing as usual. However it changed when they went to rest their weary heads. Their beautiful, delicate, fragile, weary heads...

Everyone lay asleep, only a few still tossed and turned, but all the same everyone was in bed. Except for him. Him with no name. Him with no face just sparking ruby red eyes. Him with the floating black cloak so prettily hemmed with dull gold hemming. No, he had no time to rest, he roamed the streets, praying upon the house which his victim slept in. Unaware of the wrath of terror soon to be unleashed.

He glided through the streets, stealing the light from each lampost which risked identifying him. His feet never touched the ground until he reached the house which had a sutiable victim locked up inside. He smashed the door in, in silence. A trick no-one seemed to understand. Then he worked his way to the sleep chambers, navigating thorugh each home as if it was his own. He creaked the door open just a crack, then let out his wicked laugh. It cackled and howled through the wind, awakening him unaware victims. He stood, just a flap of his cloak in sight. Then just as his victims were just about to go back to sleep he shuffled in, his axe hanging over his shoulder ready to attack. He walked over to the end of the bed and yelled theses simple words: "I deserve pleasure therefore you deserve pain.". Then he swung hin axe forward, thrusting the upper part of his body forward with him. Blood splattered across his cloak and into the gap where his face should've been. He screamed with excitment as the victims parter watching terrified. Then he turned and nodded. Letting out the same cackle as before then thrusted toward the second victim. Still screaming with pleasure. Blood was now everywhere. He continued attacking the mutilated bodies for a long time. Fractured bones flying everywhere. Until, the victims children appeared, crying. His hear stopped thumping with pleasure and melted. He stopped, and glided speedily out of the house before they made him care...