The lights went out with us still inside the theater, students and teachers all began panicking around me, their cries of distress replacing the silence.I know what this is, this is the last riddle to someone's puzzle but, whose puzzle is that? That I am not sure if but if this is the end of Carter Hollow well...why not raise a little hell and bathe in blood while we are at it?I can see well enough in the dark it is necessary for line of work after all, I also know the theater like the back of my hand, always know your hunting ground one of the first rules for this game many of us play. I step on the stage the wood creaking under my feet as I advance, everyone has already formed small little groups to try and stay together but only managing to loose even more people in the whole process.It is just my luck that one of said little groups passes almost in front of me, not taking note of the danger they are in bug then that's the whole point, after all the sooner they take notice if the lion in the room the sooner my fun ends.They are just three people: Professor McGraw, Gwendoline De Angelo and Leia White. Charming group of people. My lips pull back in a vicious smirk slowly moving forward, I remove my shoes first for they will make too much noise for my task this evening.I take the Professor by surprise first swiftly separating him from the group, the girls whimper at the loneliness they are faced with, oh don't worry little doves! You shall not be alone for much longer! It takes me little effort to lift the Professor, his form too thin for a man his age. He fights of course, and that is all part of the fun, but in the end I am much more stronger than him, much more...experienced, his fight and screams end with a swift blow behind his head.The professor ends up with a hook trough his back, his hands extended and equally pierced at his sides, wonderfully the pain wakes him and he chokes as blood slowly trails his lips a strangled cry fighting to make way out.I take a step back taking one soft look at him, inspiration strikes me almost immediately. My smirk widens and I trail one of my fingers across his cheek, he flinches back instinctively but that's ok, I don't expect him to welcome my touch.A pile of metal poles rest at a side of my new art work, I take two thin poles from the pile leaving another one close to hands reach, I always wondered if people truly realized the amount of dangerous stuff they used for school plays. I guess not.The two girls walk almost hand in hand across the stage calling out for their teacher not yet realizing how close they are to their dying Messiah.The first one, Leia, I got in the back of her head and she falls instantly."Leia!" Gwendoline screeches when her companion falls, landing on her knees at the side of the classmate. It always amazes me that special self-sacrifice feature all humans seems to have, if she had left Leia on the floor she may have escaped me or at least she may have won a few extra minutes, as it is I hit her behind her head and she fall as easily as the other. I place both girls at the feet of the Professor beaming at the look of utter terror that passes his lips."Don't worry darling dear I will make you art." My voice is not soothing but rather mocking but that means not that my words are untrue."Y-you-" he chokes again his hands struggling at his sides only causing the skin to damage even more."Yes, yes I know. How to keep them upright?" I look at the girls thoughtfully, how indeed? Oh that's it! Clicking my fingers I place them both against the teachers legs letting their heads dirty with blood and sweat rest against his clothes legs, another whine form the teacher.I take one of the tubes in my palm, softly holding Leia's hands together with the other. The end is placed in the center of the back of her hand, I push forcefully dirtying my hands Crimson as she gives a loud strangled cry."There we go!" Her eyes tear up from the pain that woke her so abruptly but I waste no more time with her, after all I doubt she will even try to get up.I ate the same process with Gwendoline and the result is almost the same, she seems much more receptive to pain than her friend is.The third pole is close at hand as I stand rewarding my project with thoughtfulness, the professor has his head resting on one side gargles noises I still coming from his throat, and the girls well the girls still cry occasionally a whimper scales their pale lips.Professor McGraw will loose consciousness soon I can tell, but where is the fun in that? With one quick movement the pole is piercing his stomach making a scream tore from his throat. Ah, such noises! I close my eyes enjoying the sound for once before pulling the pole out making a scream of equal intensity fill the air again."Professor! Y-you're a monster." Gwendoline barks at me despite the tears running down her cheeks. I chuckle at her defiance, once I asked a man why he fought me so hard if he life was worth so little and wouldn't it be easier to surrender? He said he fought because, although it may be easier to give up, life was a precious gift and we only got one so it was our duty to defend the only thing that would always be ours. I liked said man but that didn't saved him from becoming one of my pieces as much as Gwendoline's defiance will safe her from her fate. I take force her face up with one of my hands making her eyes fall on my own soulless ones."Now hush little baby, don't you cry Everything's gonna be alrightStiffen that upper lip, little lady, I told yaDaddy's here to hold you through the night..." I sing softly never once letting her eyes fall from mine, "don't worry you get to play too." "You're insane! Sick! Crazy!" I don't respond instead let go of her long enough to put the pole through Leia's neck and pull it back delighting on the chocking sounds that come from her."We are all mad here." I whisper at my last witness ending her agony just like I did with her friend. I swipe my thump across her cheek smearing it with blood as I clean away her tears. So they lay: the messiah in his cross wounded beyond repair and life seeping out of him, blood falling in slow trails across his skin, droplets of crimson falling soundlessly to the floor where two angels pray at his feet, both crying for the dead of their savior.I slip is side my shoes once more making my escape away from their bodies, do not be fooled for I am aware of the risk I took now, today. But life is meant to be enjoyed and as such I could never pass an opportunity like this one. I can't say I regret it. But then...I can't say I regret anything.