He stands over them.

Unblinking, unflinching, unencumbered.

The voices scream in his head.

“NAUGHTY! NAUGHTY! THEY ARE ALL SO VERY NAUGHTY!”

His breathing quickens as his blood boils at the very sight of the little wretch.

The voices scream even louder.

“NAUGHTY! NAUGHTY! END ALL THE NAUGHTINESS!”

His teeth grind as he lifts his arm, the hatchet already stained with the previous home.

They voices call for blood.

“NAUGHTY! NAUGHTY! KILL THEM ALL!”

He brings down the hatchet over and over.

Until his red suit is even redder.