The nighttime air was so cold tonight, the clouds rolled in overhead, it was going to rain soon, or maybe it would finally start snowing like the weather forecast promised weeks ago—no matter, so long as it didn't interfere with the job at hand.

The once clean marble floors were stained crimson red, the elegant walls now had bullet holes and blood on them, a sign of the struggle that took place in these once beautiful halls of life. The sound of heavy boots made there way through the mansions halls a warning to anyone left alive to run before it would be too late to run.

Sam whistled as he walked down the halls, looking for anyone left alive to kill, he wanted to finish the job but also wanted to look around such a beautiful home, it used to be his before his parents passed...it was tained now, not worth saving, hed probably burn it to the ground once this was all said and done anyway.

Sam stood in the middle of one of the grand living rooms, looking around, buddies littered the floor, he had killed the guards, and a few of the members of this house, his work might be done for now. He sighed and cleaned off his knife, so much blood, he'd need to take a good long shower when he got home tonight.