Happy valentines day! Hope everyone has a good one!
He was looking forward to this. He had gathered twelve people, each one under his control. They moved strangely, almost jerkily. It looked sloppy. He remembered when he was able to control hundreds, thousands, and they all moved smoothly, no obvious sign that they were no longer in control of their bodies. The confinement had taken a lot out of him. Much more than he would have expected. Either way they would do what he wanted. He had been watching the house, waiting for some outward sign of movement or planning, but there were none. They seemed to be sitting still, probably too scared to do anything. He wanted to remind them that he was out here, that he was waiting, and that soon he’d have his fun with each of them. The group of people moved up the driveway quietly, the only noise was a faint scraping as they dragged their feet. It ruined the entire effect, but it could be worse. The first reached the door. He stayed where he was, he didn’t want to battle them just yet, he wanted them to suffer. The one at the front, a young girl, raised a hand and rung the bell, tears were streaming down her face.
The doorbell rang, Grady looked around at the others, they were all engrossed in the TV, none of them looked away. Sighing, Grady stood and went to the hall, probably someone selling shit. She opened the door and saw a young girl, she was crying. Frowning, Grady stepped forward,
“are you ok? Are you lost?”
The girl shook her head.
“Why are you so upset?”
The girl raised her arm, she held a long, sharp knife in her hand. Before Grady could move, the young girl brought the knife to her throat and slashed it violently. Grady screamed as blood splattered her face. The girl stood for a moment, her eyes confused, then blank. Her body swayed, then fell forward, a pool of blood growing steadily. The others arrived in the hall as Grady saw that there were more people, and they were all just staring. She slammed the door.
“What the hell was that?”
“I don’t know, some kid just came up to the door and slit her throat. There was blood and oh god it’s all over me.”
“Why would she do it?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
“It’s here. It’s toying with us.”
“What do we do?”
“You girls hide, we’ll take care of it.”
The window next to the door smashed, a bloody arm reached through the glass, groping at the door handle.
“Take Joey with you and hide somewhere.”
The three of them fled up the stairs.
Simon stepped forward and grabbed the arm, it froze solid. It thumped against the door, banging rhythmically.
“There are others, I didn’t see how many. What should we do?”
“I can set a few on fire, but it might direct them into the building, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop it going up.”
“I’m useless in this. I can grab a knife or something and patrol down here, stab anything that moves.”
“I’ll be outside.”
They separated, Brett left to get a knife, the others stepped outside. The man that tried to break in was still standing there, his face screwed up in pain, he reached out for them with his good arm, Simon froze it and Rose let loose a gout of flames that covered the mans face. His mouth opened as he silently screamed, after a second, he was dead. The girl who slit her throat stood shakily, moving slowly. There wouldn’t be much blood left in her body. Ed looked at her, the ground beneath her feet opened as she fell the ground flowed back together again, burying her. The three of them were thrown off their feet as the ground shook violently, but so were the advancing people.
They moved through the people, freezing, burying and burning until there was none left. They stood poised and ready for the main assault, but it didn’t come. After a few minutes, they began to relax.
“I think it was just a test. See how our defences are holding up.”
“It knows where we are. We have to go.”
“Why? It’ll just follow us. We’re as safe here as anywhere. We know the terrain and the house. It makes sense for us to stay.”
“If it didn’t know that I was here, it does now. So there’ll be no surprises attacks from me.”
“It’s fine, it doesn’t change much.”
They moved back towards the house.
“Ed, could you get rid of any of the others bodies? Bury them deep.”
“Yeah sure. They won’t be coming back.”
Brett met them at the door, “There are none out the back, I had a look around and it seems clear.”
“Yeah, I think we’re done for the night.”
“We should sleep in shifts, have someone on watch. It might try again.”
“I don’t think so, but that’s fine with me.”
Simon broke away from them and went upstairs, yelling that it was safe. He found Amy, Grady and Joey in one of the backrooms. The door had been frozen shut.
“Don’t worry, it’s all clear. We took care of it.”
It took Simon a moment to clear the door. When it was open the three peered out cautiously. “It’s fine, they’re gone. Grady, why don’t you go and shower?”
Grady nodded and walked past him, her desire to be clean trumped her fear that something had gotten into the house.
“He froze the door, so we’d be safer.”
“That was a really good idea. It would have given you time to escape through one of the windows.”
“It was my idea.”
Simon hugged Joey tightly.
Grady didn’t wait for the water to heat up, as soon as the shower was on she stepped into it and started to vigorously wash her face and arms. The water started to heat up, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, a small smile appeared. Blood, it wasn’t water, it was blood, blood everywhere. Her eyes flew open as she moved away from the spray. Soap stung her eyes, but she didn’t care. It was just water. It was ok. She turned the water to cold, then rinsed off and stepped from the shower, shivering lightly.