28 LA MORT EST À VOTRE PORTE
[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY GORE, PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
[PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION!]
ROBBIE'S POV
I stood by the edge of the woods and in front of me is the vast field, its lush grass grows along with the blooming flowers. With a cold breeze I shuddered, the sun is sinking under the horizon and its blood-like shade illuminates the field giving it a dark and scary atmosphere. There is a slight gleam of red in each blade of grass as if the heavens are giving a warning for the upcoming misfortune.
I looked over to the cottage in front of me, standing on the other side of the field, a single woman is outside taking out the dried laundry. She's wearing plain clothing consisted of a long gray skirt and a dirty white blouse, while her black hair is in a long braid.
Watching the French woman, I can't help but feel irked.
I have been doing the same thing for a week now, ever since I left the witch's hut.
"We've been watching them for a week now Robbie, What are you planning?" Amber asked as she stood behind me.
"I can't really take them all on my own especially with the father around, therefore I need to wait for the right moment" I replied, eyes still fixed to the house.
How dare this French woman to get married and have children, living a life she doesn't deserve.
After all that she did, taking away our happiness and causing Amber's death.
I will make her pay for everything.
I'll make her bleed.
I will take everything away, right in front of her very eyes.
She will suffer in my hands until she begs for death.
With an intense glare, I kept a closer look in the house.
As the sun finally vanished from the sky, the night immediately took over enveloping the world with its darkness.
It's time to move closer and stalk my prey.
Reaching the wooden fence of the house, I saw two shadowy figures on the door one is a woman and the other is a taller man.
The taller figure of the man slouched as the woman tried to steady him.
"I can't believe you are drunk again! You promised not to do this anymore!" the woman shouted with a thick French accent, however, the man could only groan in response.
"This is it, the moment we've been waiting for" Amber said with a poison-laced voice.
Moving closer, I hid on the side of the house.
I will wait until they are all asleep to make things easier.
During the previous week, I found out there are three children in the house.
A young girl around 7 years of age, a younger boy maybe around 4, and an infant. Which made things easier for me, in a single house I have found a sacrifice, a virgin, and an innocent.
The boy and the father could just die on the spot, I only need the others for the ritual.
Looking up the night sky if getting even darker, there is no moon tonight not even stars shone above.
I've waited and waited… until there is nothing else for me to hear other than the crickets from the field.
The time has come for the retribution we've been waiting for.
Taking the front door, I casually entered the house.
There is hardly anything in the place just an empty table and a messy kitchen, pots, and clutter placed everywhere.
I immediately entered the children's room, swiftly and silently in I went.
The two children are soundly asleep, together in a single bed.
Looking at them I almost feel bad, maybe it's not too late to just leave and never to come back.
"Robbie? What are you waiting for?" as Amber's soft voice echoed through my ears, all of my hatred return. No there is no going back, I've passed the point of no return.
I moved closer and without any hesitation slit the young boy's throat, he started bleeding out. The poor thing opened his eyes and looked straight at me, he tried to speak only for him to choke in his own blood making it flow out of his mouth and nose. The disgusting sound of fluid and a helpless silent struggle was heard until finally, the light left his eyes. Like a dead fish, his eyes are dull and empty.
I looked over to the other child, immediately I forcefully opened her mouth and placed a dirty rug inside, before tying another piece of fabric over her mouth.
Now unable to speak she looked up to me with fear-filled eyes, the terror they held as they tremble gave me a moment of bliss. The revenge that I've been waiting for has finally happened, with so much satisfaction yet it is only the beginning.
Placing both hands in the girl's neck I strangled her, kicking and squirming she tried to free herself from my hold only to fail miserably. Slowly she started losing consciousness before she had the chance to die, I quickly released her neck allowing her to breathe. Not yet she will not die yet, I need her blood for the ritual and I shall bleed her to death in front of her mother���s very eyes.
I left the unconscious child in the room with her dead brother.
I exited the room with Amber following closely.
"It's her turn" Amber as she moved towards the door with a hollow smile on her face.
With a single nod, I held the knob on my held.
Entering the room the scent of alcohol hit my nose, it was a familiar unfriendly scent that made me scrunch up my nose. In the darkness of the room I saw the couple sleeping side by side and beside their bed is a crib with a child sleeping peacefully, I could barely see but there is no mistaking their shadowy figures.
Walking closer I tip-toed to minimize the sound of footsteps, there is no such thing as being too careful. I did not wait for a week just to fail.
Swiftly I stabbed the man in his throat to kill him quickly, I buried half of the knife down his throat and twisted it clockwise for good measure. For a moment I thought he was dead but the old bastard just has to wake up, with a croak his blood started pooling out of his mouth. Bastard! He's an inch away from death but he just had to ruin everything!
The old crone woke up by the sound emitting from her husband, she gasps and quickly tried to run out of the room. No! I will not let her escape! She will die tonight along with her children and husband.
Quickly I pulled the knife out of the man's throat allowing the blood to flow even more and run after the French woman, before she even had the chance to exit the room I grabbed her by the arm and tossed her back in.
With fear in her eyes she trembled.
"Help! Someone help! S'il Vous plait!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Which made me laugh, they live away from everyone the nearest neighbor is at least a kilometer away.
"HA-HAHAHAHAHA! GO ONE SCREAM! SCREAM FOR ME! GO ON AND TEAR THOSE LUNGS OF YOURS! NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU! NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR CHILDREN WILL DIE ALONGSIDE YOU! SCREAM!" I shout at her as I showed her the knife that used to kill her husband and her son, crimson blood dripping from its blade.
"Well? Are you done? Because if so it's time to begin the slaughter" I told her calmly with dull eyes and no conscience left in me.
'Crazed eyes and devilish smile.
Under the moonlit night;
Crimson blood dripped from a knife.
Tear filled eyes and a trembling wife.
The man had lost his mind.'
