=Chapter 1=

The Beginning

Their horrifying screams echoed through the dark hallways of their house, piercing against and dimness and silence. There were 2 gunshots, and they soon ended the cries for help.

Tears streamed down the brunette pale face, aware of the events going on around her. She hid under her covers in hopes that the murderer wouldn't find her. Knowing that he would, she quietly pulled the duvet off of her, revealing her long cotton nightgown. Her feet found the cold wooden floor, and made their way to her drawer. Pulling her winter gloves onto her trembling hands, she rummaged deeper and soon found a small pistol.

Quickly making her way out of her room, she looked to her left, then her right.

No one.

Peering around the corner, she walked down the stairs to the kitchen, her pistol loaded and ready. She gradually turned the doorknob into her kitchen, and almost cried again at the sight.

Blood.

Everywhere, blood. Red plastered the walls, so much so that you could see the hand imprints of crimson blood. Ruby blood painted the struggle and fear on the floor, leading her towards the living room.

The door to the living room was wide open, her pistol pointed to the 2 figure that lay on the ground.

Her Mother and Father.

Her Father was laying on his stomach, as he was surrounded by his own blood. The top of his head was missing, replaced by flowing blood and brains. Her mother lay next to her Father, on her back. Tears poured down her cheeks as she muttered, "…Why?" Then she heard footsteps behind her, she froze knowing who it was. Soon followed a cold, low voice spoke. "Because I wanted to have some fun."

Slowly turning around, did she see from where the cold, chilling voice came from. The figure standing before her was a male. She could tell by the broad, wide shoulders of him. His hair long and midnight black coloured, the same as his beard. In his left hand, he bared his weapon of murder and death.

His blade shone in the moonlight, which was piercing though the blood soaked curtains. Her eyes quickly gazed at the knife, then returned to his eyes. Their eyes colliding with one another. Soon, anger began to build up inside the girl, as she clutched the gun tighter. Looking over her right shoulder slightly, Both her parents' bodies lying still on the floor soaked in their own blood. Their eyes; unfixed, yet staring at me, she asked him, "Did you do this?" Her voice monotone with only a small tint of anger flicking inside. "Of course I did. Why else would I be holding this fucking knife?" He teased her.

"You are disgusting!" She shrieked.

"YOU are a whore."

"You don't even know me!"

"You will soon." He replied, indicating his sexual urges for her.

Anger pulsed inside her, rushing though her entire body. Her gripped her pistol tighter, so much her knuckles were pale and white. Her arms raised up, level with her face, as she took aim with her gun.

"Are you going to kill me? Aha! Do you think that the police will let go get away with this?" The mad-man interrupted.

"I don't care that the police do to me. You killed my parents for nothing, and now…YOU THINK I'M GONNA LET YOU KILL ME!" She screamed as she aimed for his forehead.

"I didn't kill your parents for noth-" His speech stopped by the sound of a bullet going through his forehead. His blood splattered onto her, covering her night-gown in the crimson liquid. His head came clean off, while parts of his skull flew across the room. She did not blink as this all happened. She stared in front of her, as the murder's body fell to its knees and collapsed into the floor. She stood motionless, not believing what she had done, or was she had saw. Only the ringing in her ears, was the only thing blasting though the silence.

And that it when the madness began…