“Never talk to santa.” The little boy had nodded at the words of his mother. “Don’t worry mother, I won’t, I don’t even know this santa!” “Ok, just don’t talk to strangers” “Ok mommy” he had replied, now, exploring the outdoors he encountered a man. The man had white hair, and was wearing a red outfit, chains connected his arms to the rock below. “Hello little boy.” “Mommy says I’m not allowed to talk to strangers.” The guy smiled and beckoned at him, tempting him with the thought of a story, “There once was a little boy,” he began “Always loved exploring, until one day when he met Santa, Santa calmed him down after his waryness and gobbled the boy up whole.” The little boys eyes widened in fear, “Old man, what is your name?” The man smiled, “Im Santa.”
The beast’s eyes were as red as the blood dripping fron my face. Pain shot through my body as a spindly iron clad claw sliced through my chest, severing my body, cutting me in half.
These petty humans, thinking they could take me down, what insolence. An electric blue bolt hit my side, of course it bounced off harmlessly. One of my immaculate claws sliced through another human, cutting him clean in half. A cackle errupted from me as all the humans remaining retreated, undoubtedly knowing I was superior to them. Fog clouded my vision, I couldn’t see, nor move, I was dead.
He ajusted the wire to sit comfortable on his chest. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he prepared himself to infiltrate the gang he’d been following for years. “Ready?” Asked one voice from above him “Always.” He replied solomly, another deep breath in. “Start it up!” Electricity shot through his body, he lay there, convulsing silently. He had to do this. The boy who was supposed to stay next to him at all times suddenly walked away. What was going on? The pain in his body aplified, his blood curdling screams perced the air. They knew, they knew he was planning to betray them, but how? His pain cut of, the noise around him went silent, as death gripped its in his claws.
As the darkness sank into her veins she felt evil take her over. A crooked smile spread across her face as her hand reached over, grabbing something. “No! Stop!” She thought. “Please!” “Its fine,” replied another voice in her head, “On with it already, hurry up.” The knife cluched tightly in her hands was swung foreword, slice after slice of the person before her. They crumpled to the floor, she didn’t stop. The corpse was mauled, random pieces of their body were flung around the room. Blood splattered the walls, staining them a deep red. Joy flooded through her body, sinking in with the darkness that now engulfed her. This is what anyone who messes with her gets, anyone who kills her family. “Wait isnt this wrong?” a small voice wispers in her mind “Nah” comes a stronger, darker voice. “This is the definition of fun, of revenge, this is the most joyful thing ever!” Another slash, then another. A noise came from the door as people burst through. The police. They stood there watching her her mutilate the corpse infront of her. She turned slowely. A wicked smile was played across her face. A gun pointed up at her, that would not do. The darkness in her bones shot her foreword and in a split second the gun was flying accross the room. The man was hunched over curling around the hand that had gone with it. Wasn’t there something that told her something, something that must have been important. Her brain couldn’t quite place it. “Oh well” she thought “Time for some more fun!”
The wispers of the wind and sand sounding as ancient as time. Silence filled the hot, dry, air only broken by the wisps of sand across the dunes. Stone was visible far in the distance. Ancient ruins filled with lost souls, wishing they could wisper away with the sands. A door loomed at the enterence, providing a start to a new journey; a journey of death, a journey of destruction.
“Beeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeep! Emergency Alert for…..!” The phone screached, jolting her up to her feet, fear in her eyes. Alert for what? She thought for right as that part was about to go off the power went out and the alert on her phone had stopped. Surrounded in darkness she heard screaming coming from the window to her right. Her fear peaked and she ran. Then a knock on the door resounded throughout the house. Bang! The door cracked and fell to the floor. “Where are you~” At that moment, hiding in the closet the Alert went off again. “Beeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeep! A high classed Murderer is only the lose, please lock all doors and stay silently in your house. Beeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeep!” Then the door slid open. “Found you.”
The world spun as I watched my little sister, my only remaining family member, fall to the floor; surrounded by zombies. “Wake up!” A voice said, drawing me from my memories, “Lets go get moving!” I looked down at my hands, why was I even here? How did I get here? Why was I here when no one else that I loved was? Why me? I heard the captains voice up ahead, he said something but I couln’t quite make it out over the questions that enshrouded my brain. My foot landed on open air, plunging me down to the depths of the pit. “No!” A voice shouted, then I felt my back hit something sharp. It plunged through me, sprouting pain all along my stomach. I looked to see but I coundn’t move my head. My vision went fuzzy, then black; leaving me in peace and serenity. 
“No”
“Appoligize now or it will be the last thing you do.”
“Ugh, fine.” He rolled his eyes at the persistance of his ‘friend’ as he waltzes up to the sobbing mess of a person on the floor. “Hey,” he says.
“What do you want, havent you taken enough!”
Rolling his eyes once again. It was just a person, get over it. “I’m sorry for killing your best friend.”
“Seriously, thats all your going to say, your not going to offer me your condolences”
“No,” He said walking away “She deserved it why should I offer my condolences.” She glared at him so forcefully he could practically feel a hole being burned into his back.
“What did you do?”
“I apologized.”
“Then why is she glaring at you with all the force of the heavens?”
“You tell me.”
The ship crashed down into the shore of rocks and sand. No, this battle would not end here, he would never lose to another captain. The rocks shook the boat and bashed in the front of the ship. The crew stumbled and the sound of a cannon resounded. A figure emerged from the reckage, a woman. She pranced onto the ship a look of disappointment spreading across her face as she noted the disheveled crew. A sword was cluched tightly in each hand. Then she noticed him, a sword in his hand, and still standing even after the crash. A smile spread accross her face. “You look strong, do you want to fight?” For some reason this unerved him, “Never,mind, you don’t have a choice.” She swung the blade twards his head. “Crew! Get up! We are under attack!” His blade met hers with a loud clang as his crew stubbled to their feet. His pride and honnor was on the line, he could not lose this fight to a girl. With her other blade she jabbed at his stomache. He jumped back and attempted to do the same thing. She blocked the blade but failed to notice the fist coming at her face. Her eyes darkened with anger as the blow impacted and brused her face. “You’re going to pay for that!” She screamed, one blade jabbed at his head the other at his stomache. The blade grazed his face. The battle continued, blows here and there making their mark. There was a batte raging on outside of them but to him it felt as though this was the only battle on the ship. A swipe for the legs, then the head, the stomache, and then arms. One landed. One sword dug deep into his abdomin and the second impaled him, all the way through. He collapsed to the floor. His vision went blurry then black. He heard words so faint they could have come from the other side of the world for all he knew. “I guess you wern’t as strong of a pirate as I thought.”
