#This story may be creepy; please consider before reading.

I opened my eyes and found myself lying face-flat in front of an abandoned house. Funny, I don’t remember coming to this place before, I thought, but the curiosity got the better of me. I stepped forward and entered the house, excited at the same time scared to what I would discover.

The moment I entered the house, the door slammed behind me, jolting me. I ingnored it and continued looking around the house.The house was dark and dusty, and the smell of rotting wood filled the air. The lights would not turn on, and the floor was missing some tiles. I switched on my cellphone torch so I could get a clearer view. As I was making my way to the nearest window, I heard a soft thud, followed by a crash. Someone was here, and he was upstairs.

“I-is there anyone there?′ I called out.

Silence.

Confused, I wandered around until I found the stairs, and made my way upstairs. The floor screamed at my weight, and finally I reached the first floor. There were several rooms upstairs; many had their doorknobs missing. I cautiously made my way to the closest room and saw a glimmering substance on the floor. It was blood. I nervously turned the doorknob and the door creaked. I shined my cellphone torch into the room, and to my horror, saw a figure standing over anothe figure, holding a knife...

My mind went blank. Without knowing what I was doing, I zipped down the stairs, hastily pulled the door open and flung myself outside. The bright sunlight dawned upon me, and I was relieved to be safely outside. I quickly ran as far as possible from the house, and telephoned the police.

“Hello, police? I think I saw a murder in house number 13, Japeldos Street,“I said.

“Alright, we’ll be on our way,“replied the police.

Five minutes later, the cops were outside the house, questioning me and inspecting the area. They returned, telling me to follow them inside. I shivered and followed them, going to the room where it all happened. The area was covered in tape staying ‘CRIME SCENE’, and the blood was still there. A chill ran down my spine when I saw a corpse of a person who had slash marks on it. I didn’t want to see more so I left the area, returning to my house. I had learnt a valuable lesson to never explore abandoned places.

"I am innocent, please let me go," a fat man kneeled and begged.

The grim reaper burst into laughter. IT looked at the pudgy figure and held him by his neck.

"You did not care when you tortured the powerless,

now you cry for help" grinned death seeker.

" No no, mercy. I did it for my survival" begged the sinner.

"But, I see that you have filth of wealth" tightened its hand on his neck.

" Your twisted sense of gratification left broken homes. There were so many tears of pain that it rained in heavens. While you muddled in pleasure and thrill" red lava dripping from reaper's eyes.

It made the fat man cry louder and louder. He started screaming and try to run. It started hide and seek game between the punisher and the sinner.

" Recall the eyes and faces you blatantly betrayed, they searched for answers while you passed sarcasm and lies." the reaper said loudly.

"You hoarded items drenched in blood and sweat of your brothers.

They are of no use now, as you are going to hell." Finally, death caught the evildoer.

" I beg for mercy" the fat man joined his hands.

"Don't ask for mercy, I simply hate it.

At least now be upright or your suffering will never end.

Say the last words whatever you want

before your ending."

As the fat man tried for mercy again, the reaper quickly took his soul away.

-GD

They’re always so loud. Screams of agony, fearful sobbing, it’s simply aggrivating. I don’t kill without purpose, these people deserved death served to them on a rusted lead plater. If life is so precious to them why did they assist on taking it away while they weren't being threatened themselves?

The wheezing and choughing finally became enough, I'm sick of it. I swung an axe straight into their skull, I watched as the red liquid trickled out from the wound.

Boring...

Everything is so boring and annoying.

Their filthy begging eyes... Begging for mercy.

Damn it! They don’t have the right to live. Rapists don’t have the right to live.

I’ve learnt it the hard way... And harder still when I stand in front of this witness box.. A lawyer engaged to fight for the victim. A rape victim, to be particular.

How the hell do these rapists petition for bail?? Looking up through fringed hair or maybe crew cut.. The beasts want MERCY. And I’m not going to give them that.

The fucking rapist sniffs, nods a little and softly cooes out- “I’m sorry.” "Your Highness," I interject.

-There is no question of a 'sorry' when the rape and torture and murder of a two year old girl is considered. Infant.. I emphasize.

...

The orders come out shortly.

There is no place for mercy... The order read.

...

Beg as much as you want.

Mercy? You won't get.

Hisako stared at the woman kneeling before her, hands clasped in prayer. The knife pressed against her neck felt heavy in Hisako's hands as the woman started to cry.

"Please, don't do this," she said. Hisako started to feel sorry for her. She quickly shoved the thought away.

This was the woman who had turned the whole world against Hisako, her family, her people. The woman who had forced the Areteans into hiding, created a world where showing their powers meant imprisonment or even death. She had founded the idealogy that made Hisako's mother grow to hate her Aretean children. The logic that got Maura kicked out of her house. The thoughts that made Tara's Aretean father drink himself to death while she watched.

This woman was responsible for everything that had gone wrong in Hisako's life. She deserved more than death. She deserved to suffer.

"Please," she said again. Tara put a hand on Hisako's shoulder, urging her to go on.

"You don't deserve mercy, Alexis," Hisako said. Tara smiled.

"Please," Alexis said a third time, more forceful than ever. "I'll fix this. I'll repeal the laws keeping you in hiding, and I'll clear any criminal charges your family has. You can rejoin society!"

"No, we can't," Tara said. "You convinced the entire world that we're monsters, that we deserve death. You think that will disappear once you get rid of a few laws? People will still attack us in the streets. Our homes will still have protestors surrounding them, demanding that we stop living like human beings. Our children will still kill themselves out of fear."

Unpleasant memories returned to Hisako. She ignored them. All she had to do was move the blade, slit her throat, end this.

"I can't control what people do," Alexis said.

"You sure seemed to think the opposite when you tried to stop us using our powers."

"It was dangerous!" Alexis said.

"To who?" Hisako asked. "You? Not having anyone to turn the public against must have been hard for you, wasn't it?"

"Please!" Alexis screamed. "Don't kill me."

Hisako felt a pang of guilt in her stomach. She tried to ignore it, but it ate at her, begging her to just put the knife down. It would be so easy. Put the knife down.

Tara looked at her, a look that seemed to say, if you don't do it, I will.

Hisako took a breath. Just move the knife. Make her pay. Avenge your sisters.

The sisters you haven't seen in years. Who managed to move on from Alexis just fine, living in the underground city. You're the only one who couldn't stop thinking about her, who was so angry that you tried to kill every one of her followers.

"Hisako," Tara said, her tone firm. It was a warning.

"Please! Please, have mercy!" Alexis yelled.

Hisako closed her eyes and swiped the blade across Alexis's neck. The sounds of her death echoed in her mind.

She opened her eyes, unable to look away from the corpse. She had just murdered that woman. Not an innocent woman, but still. Was this right?

Tara smiled. "Don't you hate it when they beg for mercy?"

As I float through the air, my head begins to get foggy.

No, I think as my mind slips into oblivion.

I can’t even see my actions now, my mind is sleeping while she controls me.

***

What a pain, I think as I stare up at another one of her minions.

She slipped among the shadows, her eyes glowing a dark, blood red color.

Oh, a child this time, I think. I don’t let my exasperation show as I stare at Leena- or, Leena’s body. I can’t beleive I’ll have to hurt one of my own students.

“M-miss El-lsie,” a small child asks speaks. “What do we do? I’m... scared.”

A fith grader stares at the floor, wimpering “It’s just a dream, you’ll wake up any minute now... come on!”

A group of fourth grade boys looked as if they were about to charge.

“Everyone, BEHIND ME!” I hollered, and everyone seemed suprised I could speak so loud.

I spun in place, and I grabbed my ring of my fingers and pressed it to my forhead.

Magic surged through my body from where my ring touched my skin, and my simple pink dress became a pink jumper- covering my whole body. My coat became golden armor, snaking down my entire jumper, like golden snakes. My ever preasant pencil became my sword, and my clipboard became a sheild. My ring fell backwards, and fastened itself into my hair, and pulling my hair into a pony. The simple bown boots I wore grew laces, that when tied gave me an encredibal jumping ability.

I was ready for battle.

“Ooooh, a Twilight Warrior,” Leena-not-Leena giggled. “I’m soooo scared!”

“Leena?” A small voice asked. “I didn’t know this was why you couldn’t tell me. I’m- Im sorry.”

Leena-not-Leena snarled, sounding inhuman, like a horrid beast. She blasted magic at Dusa, but I jumped in the way, shoving my clipboard-sheild into the blast. The shadow Leena had thrown trapped her inside. She shrieked and witherd, but she couldn’t escape.

I marched forwards, raising my sword above my head, but Dusa grabbed my arm. “NO! Don’t hurt her,” Dusa cried.

Little did she know that small moment of distraction was enough time for Leena-not-Leena to escape, without me noticing.

As quick as lighning, she had thrown all the shadows in the room onto us- yes, us. I was pinned down, too- with no way to help the humans.

"Stop," a first grader yelled.

"No, Leena, stop, please," Dusa whined.

"It's not dream, IT'S NOT A DREAM!" A fith graader screamed.

"Oh, don't you hate it when people beg for mercy?" Leena cackled. "It's so anoying, but it really is amazing, too- I love the powerful feling!