Ash Terrence lived in the woods by Charlie's house.

“What are you going to do?” Charlie asked.

“He's going to know what it's like to beg for his life before he dies,” Carly answered. She didn't sound like herself. She was angry, and with good reason.

“Easy,” Liam said, putting a hand on her shoulder. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight. He looked at the house. “It's time.”

Olivia chuckled and stood next to Carly. She smiled. “Oh, darling. We've been waiting for this moment.”


Ash had been drinking a beer when the window to his house exploded. A giant dog had come through, the glass raining down on its back. It took Ash a moment, just a moment, to realize the beast before him wasn't a normal dog, but a wolf.

He cowered from his chair, and lodged himself into a tight corner, screaming. When the wolf didn't advance, but changed right in front of him, Ash cried out. The boy smirked, his yellow eyes radiant in the soft glow of the lamp on the side table.

“Hello, Ash,” he said, his voice cold. “I'm sorry for the intrusion, but we need to speak. It's quite important. Also, I have someone here who would like a word with you.” He looked out the broken window. “Come on, darling.”

Ash tried to control his trembling body, but found it useless under the circumstances. He squeezed his eyes shut, opened them, and shut them again. Again and again. Because there was no way, no fucking way that this was happening. He was either dreaming or severely drunk that he was hallucinating.

“You may be drunk,” said the boy, flashing his canines, “but I can promise you, this is real. It's real and now you're going to pay.”

“Pay?” Ash said, his eyes wide. He clutched the beer bottle tighter. “Who are you?”

“My name is Liam,” the stranger said. “And my dear friend Carly would like to discuss something with you.”

Ash wanted to ask who he was talking about - he didn't know anyone by the name of Carly. But when the girl stepped over the window frame and into the house with her savaged neck, ripped clothes and blood streaked face,that was when he remembered. The memory tugged at him, forced images.

She had been crossing the road, and his brain never told him to stop. He was so wasted that he never registered her until his car slammed into her. Her body flew into his windshield.

Once he opened the door, he vomited. Wiping his mouth, he rushed out into the cold to check on her, already fearing the worst. The fog was so thick that he could barely see his hand in front of his face, but when he approached her, he had to will the second round of vomit down.

The girl lay across the hood, her body broken, mangled, and dead. She was dead. He'd killed someone. Her blood was on his hands, he saw, as he looked down. Her blood was all over him. All over his car. He swallowed and lifted her, and then he heard it.

The flesh of her neck had gotten caught on something and torn. Blood spraying.

Holding the dead girl in one arm, he rummaged through her pockets. For her wallet, an ID, anything that would help him know who she was. He needed to know who she was. And then he found it.



Oh God.

Shoving the wallet into his jeans, he carried her toward a field he'd passed. Dumping her body seemed terribly cruel, but what else was he going to do?

He took out a small knife from his jacket and pressed it to the wound on her neck. Pressed hard and dragged until more of her flesh split.

He stood and waited for another car.

He would claim to have found her.

Murder, he told himself.

He was a murderer.

He would pay for his sins.

He knew she would come for him one day.

“You've come,” he whispered, voice strangled with anguish and fear. “Oh God, I'm so sorry for what I did to you.”

Carly blinked at him, then her eyes grew glassy, hard. “You should be. Because I wasn't dead when you left me there in that field.”

Silence filled the air.

“We're here to give you what you deserve,” a new voice said. Female.

Before Ash closed his eyes, he saw a boy standing over him. A normal boy. A boy who looked afraid, but determined. Then the pain came. It came from everywhere. It exploded inside of him and he couldn't stop it. He screamed and screamed.

And then he didn't move again.


The End

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