Horrifying Halloween

    To those who celebrate, happy Halloween! Last year, I wrote a Halloween Special short story. This year, I'll share with you my most memorable Halloween. Enjoy!

    I was a 6 or 7 years old and over a friend's house. At the time, I was apart of a social group and we had gathered at this friend's house. After some food and watching some cartoons, we went out trick or treating around his neighborhood. His little sister and another friend joined us as well as a couple parents for supervision. Even as a kid, I knew that the spooky decorations on people's front yards were just that: decoration. I didn't let it deter me from getting candy. We would walk around, see if the front porch light was on (a sign that they had candy to give out) and go up to it. "Trick of treat!" we would say upon the door opening for us. The person at the door would say something, either about our costumes or something general, and then give us candy. After getting the candy we'd say thank you and then move on to the next house. After a few houses, I had gotten into a nice routine. 

   We then stopped by one house. It didn't have much in terms of decoration. It just had some gravestones and one stand out decoration. A body in a dusty bed. I thought to myself that it was cool. I followed the routine and then walked away... Only to hear a chainsaw after getting a few feet away. In that second, I took in my surroundings. I saw the other kids running away as well as the dummy body, now standing and wielding a chainsaw. We all screamed with the chainsaw's revving in the background. While I running, I thought back to horror movies and thought of one of the biggest rules. Never look back. The characters in the movies always got killed because they looked back. We ran for several houses before slowing down. We stopped by another house or two for more candy. Though my friends and I didn't walk up to one thoroughly decorated house, still scared from the chainsaw house. His little sister did though. His mom made a comment about her being brave enough to go up to the house while we stayed back. Come to find out after the fact, his mom knew about the house and the chainsaw didn't even have the chain on it. To this day, that I can still clearly hear the chainsaw and remember the screaming and running. I can look back and laugh now.

Start of the End

     "No... No, no, no..." The man looked on in disbelief as the crowd that once cheered him for his victories, boo'd and jeered him for this one.

    "I did what I was supposed to do!" he frantically started. "I took out the bad guy! Had I not done that-" before he could finish his sentence, a rock hit his head. While there was no external wound nor pain, the rock hit harder than any past foe could. It wasn't long before that rock was followed by a dozen others. He floated down to the earth, slack-jawed as he was pelted by stones and belittlements.

    "You're no hero! Look at what you've done!"

    "Look around! You think this is what a good guy would do?!"

    "You're no better than that villain!"

    While his exterior allowed for great durability, he had crumbled internally. Unable to face anymore of this abuse from those he's protected, he took off running. Faster than any could catch him. Further than any could find him. By the time he stopped, he found himself in a cave. He was unable to catch his breath. His world wouldn't stop spinning. Even as he collapsed onto the cold, stone ground, it wouldn't stop spinning... He laid there, unable to catch his breath, the event constantly replaying in his mind as he searched for any other way it could have gone. Though instead of an alternate way the event could have gone, he instead found an alternate version of himself...

Ending

    The young man raised his head, a crazed bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. The soldiers that surrounded him all shuddered, feeling the young man's energy, sensing their impending death. Though before anyone could make a conscious decision to flee or stand their ground, their heads had already been separated from their bodies. Blood dripped off of the young man's claws. The young man's smile translated what his eyes already portrayed. From that point onward was only blood, death, and the bloodcurdling screams of the soldiers.

A/N: Jeesh this is dark. Originally written in 2021

Descent

    Two characters stood in dank, dark cave. One wore a plaid button shirt and with jeans. One wears tattered clothes with an equally tattered cloak. All black, though not from intentional design, but a power warping his whole appearance. The most prevalent features being the razor teeth, the circles in his eyes, and a horn protruding from his head. He wore a look of shock and confusion upon his face.

    "I'm the bad guy...?" The question hung in the air like a corpse from a tree. "After all I've done, all I've given up... I'm the bad guy?" Fury, grief, and betrayal bubbled up to the surface in his last sentence. "I dedicated my life to helping others. To give to others what was never given to me." A growl rose in his voice as his feelings rose. "And you have the nerve to call me 'the bad guy'?!" The energy that twisted him into his current form began to emanate and waft around him.

    The man who stood before him unconsciously took a step back. The cloaked man darted within a breath of the other man. Being within each others space, face-to-face, the only places they could look were each others' eyes. The plaid man stared into the eyes of the twisted man and saw an abyss stare back. "Where do you think you're going?" An unsettling stillness was present in the twisted man's voice and presence. The plaid man was unable to speak, his voice caught in his chest. An unsettling smile then crossed the twisted man's face.

    "You know what... I'm done. I'm done doing what is best for others. Done catering to other people. Time to do what I want, what is best for me...! Starting with this!" The twisted man suddenly lunged at the man in plaid. To sudden for the man to even let out a scream... The only thing left of that man was a bloody stained piece of plaid cloth.