The Catastrophe

It was mayhem. 

No one could stand up to the soldier. 

Excrucio was in a puddle of his own blood and next to him were his two son Marcus and John, both unconscious. 

Almost all the Romswells were on the ground. 

Some heavily injured- others, not among the living. 

"Arh!" Albert took a blow just in front of Helio, who was currently crawling. "Sorry, son…"

Helio's father fell on the ground, unable to stand up again. 

Meanwhile, Helio just stood there- looking at all this, dazed. 

"Run…" His mother said, taking the place of his father. "RUN!"

The bleeding headmaster tried to help her. "Get as far away from here as possible."

But- they both were blasted away by rays of light. 

"Take the kid and RUN!" The vampire from above tried to say- but before he could finish, he was also shot down by the rays. He crashed into the building in the distance. 

Helio couldn't run.