It happened so suddenly, the people in the village had no time to react. The military had shown up, not under the banner of peace, but one of pillaging. Within seconds the village was filled with red smoke and screams.

You had been out of the house at the time, going to the market when it all went down, leaving your child at home. That was now a fear lingering over your head, there was nothing more then you wanted then to get back to your child.

Even though you lived out here in the countryside, you had once been a part of the military, a trained soldier and killer. So when you weren’t completely helpless, but when faced with a gun, you stood no chance. On the way home, you were shot in the leg and fell to the ground, but something kept you moving.

There is nothing more that drives a parent than their child's screams, and that horrifying tune echoed through your ears. The injuries left on your body no longer hurt, the limp in your step disappeared, all that mattered was the call of your child.

The red smoke cleared as you got closer, only to be met with the most horrific sight. There on the ground was the corpse of the one you loved the most, and looming above was a tall man with a skull mask, holding a knife.

There was a pause, all you could hear was a ringing, the only focus in your eyes on the man and your breaths coming out shaky. There was grief, but it was quickly replaced by rage as the killer turned around. Behind that skull mask were empty eyes, and that upset you more than anything, without hesitation you pulled your knife. Ready to become the killer you once were.