Scream [completed]

The Great Massacre (Silas)

A devious laugh sounded around the walls. I looked around to see who it was coming from but only saw blood. Not too long later, I realized who the laugh belonged to- me. I saw the mess in the room, the grand hall of the most luxurious hotel in Niagara, "Castiel's Palace". For such a sinless place, named after an angel of the lord; there sure was a great deal of darkness swimming in the air. Blood was smeared along the walls, seeming to travel further and further along the aisle. I followed the blood and pile of bodies to the grand doors in the hotel; the doors that lead to the main ballroom. Every resident left was in there; free cocktails and snacks, it was filled. The ballroom is a magical and beautiful room. Loud music was playing, being heard through the doors and walls. The sounds were so loud they drowned out the misery being made in the pattern painted halls; leaving everyone inside, clueless. I stood standing at the doors, hands pressed on the handles. I wore a suit, black coat and trousers with a white button downed shirt. A tie hung loosely around my neck and the once white shirt was covered in blood. A devilish grin spread across my face, I couldn't contain it. Even my gut was telling me that everything I was doing was unnecessary and cruel but the blood pumping through my veins told me otherwise. 

The doors to the ballroom are so large that it normally takes two humans, one on each door to slowly push open the grand doors. I however, pushed slightly and flung the doors open, loudly and forcefully enough to draw attention. I saw the people in the room, dancing in gowns alongside their partners. At least they'll die next to their loved ones. I thought. More than a few heads turned my way, taking in my state, all their eyes dilated and I could hear their hearts beat quickly in their chest; their blood rushing like a river in their veins. A smirk stretched slowly across my face. The music slowly died as more and more people caught my gaze. Soon enough, the entire grand ball room was silent. "Every body on their knees!" I yelled, my voice booming. Slowly but surely, everyone in the room got to their knees. One brave and utterly stupid soul however, stayed standing and stare at me. "You have no weapon, what are you going to do?" The stupid man asked. I was covered in blood yet the human still questioned me, how ignorant. "Do you need a demonstration?" I asked calmly. I noticed a bulge in the man's pants. I laughed, and shifted my gaze to the bump. "I don't suppose you're just happy to see me?" In a motion, the man slid the gun from his trousers and pointed it at my chest. "Not so cocky now, are we?" He asked, thinking he had some sort of advantage. I stood there smiling and spread my arms out. "Take your best shot." The gun made a popping sound and the man stood there stunned. The bullet landed in my heart- I laughed again. "Try again." I told him, amusing myself. He took multiple shots at me once again, all in the chest but one in the head. I pulled the bullet out of my skull. "Ouch, are you done yet?" I questioned. He tried to shoot again but all the bullets were gone. "Fun's over I guess, too bad, I was just getting started." "What... what are you?" He stuttered. "Your worst nightmare." I smiled. In a blink of an eye, I went from across the room to standing only inches away from the man. He fell back a couple steps and started to get to his knees in surrender; I just laughed. "No, stand up." The man got up again. "You know, even though that little thing you did there may not have killed me, but it hurt. Right..." I stuck my hand into the man's chest "here." and pulled out his heart. He dropped to the ground, lifeless. I heard screams from behind me. I licked my fingers and turned around, wiping the rest of the blood off my hands with a cloth. "Who's next?"

~

(third person)

The once gold walls were not only speckled but splattered with blood. Bodies filled the room- filled the hotel
some with their heads off; blood pouring from their bodies, others just sitting there; with the same blank- dead expression on their faces, frozen in pain. The ancient boy stood in the midst of it all with a smile on his face; but his smile then faded into a frown and hands started to shake. He looked to his blood covered hands and then shook his head, the blood wasn't his; not on his hands or in his body. He looked around at what he had done, he was left alone in the hotel that once was so alive- in every sense of the word. He wondered why somebody would do that, would make him do that. It was evil, maybe even an understatement. Even a demon wouldn't do that souly for fun, but I guess his kind was worse, for only his kind was able to compose a formula like that; a Formula to Kill. It can turn anyone into a cold-blooded killing machine not matter how strong their will or mind. He was infected some way or another, but he knew one thing for sure. He was going to find whoever drugged him and make sure he gets answers, as well as revenging all of the innocent lives that were murdered today. He has a good heart, he plans to prove it. Not much to people or friends but to himself; because he's afraid that he might've actually liked it, even the tiniest bit, it horrified him. After all, life brings misery and in the end, it finishes with blood.