The slow taps of footsteps echoes down the halls of the police station, blood stains the walls, floors, and ceilings. Slowly stepping out he looks around, plotting where to go next, awaiting his partner’s return, it is yet to begin in full, and yet the blood of the innocent is spilled already.
He can sense someone, a woman, making her way here, he thinks she must’ve heard something and come to alert the police. She arrives to the sight of a man bearing a bloodied blade, a mask covers his face and yet he is silent at her arrival, acting quickly she tries to ready her sword but with a flick of his arm she is enwrapped in chains as her lover approaches and after staring meekly at the masked one, looks his lover in the eye and in a strange sound and a red flash, she lives a life never to be, love, homeownership, marriage, children, growing old, experiencing life as at the same moment of her illusion death of old age, she is killed in a single slash of her lovers blade.
The corpse is still fresh as the masked man unwraps the chain from around her. The boy, young as he may be believes all this has to be done, the two stare at each other for moment before wandering off in the same direction, entering houses at the same time only for the house to go deathly silent, lightless and lifeless in mere moments after entry. Over and over and over and over and over and over.
Blade meets neck again and again as the two arrive at the boy’s home and they separate, as the boy goes to end his own family, the man moves to the next house over, walking in to the sound of a mother calming her baby.
She turns to meet the man’s gaze, as he steps into the room, she goes to scream only for her throat to be slit, her vocal chords cut in twain as she slowly drowns in her own blood, she watches helplessly as the the man snaps her babies neck, a far quicker death than hers. The man returns to her and she stares with depression, anguish and for a moment his lifeless, cold eye visible under his mask stares back as he grabs her, and in a moment she is gone, vanished never to be seen or heard from again.
Again and again, this happens more times than can count, mother murdered before their children before the children are slaughtered as well, to both those who kill and order the kills, life is nothing, numbers, soldiers, casualties. Meaningless deaths for no purpose but death.
The man is finally done as he can see the boy threatening an old man before leaving, the old man stares at the mask while no one else seems to notice it, despite the lack of expression, that accursed mask is smiling at him, grinning with a cold malice, knowing that one day these two will meet again.
Blood stains the walls where corpses are not sat, empty houses sit with blood dripping from the roof, empty baby bed and spots where blades hit bed and floors, but there was never a single scream, all that ever occurred in this mans presence was deathly, cruel, cold silence.
In the end only three remained. A child, A boy and A man, two engulfed forever in hatred to stew and spew over at those who oppose them and one loyal to a fault, ever for his village, ever for peace, yet in the search of peace, caused worse damage than he could imagine, to both his home and his brother.