The screaming is endless, but the feeling is more exhilarating.

I want all their blood, their pain, their tears. I want to see them burn to ashes.

They think I am nothing, but violence then so be it.

My face twists as a sly smile curves up my lips, my chest is heaving as I watch them scream in horror.

“It's happening!!!”

“Fate is taking place.”

“Pray to the moon goddess. We are all going to die.”

“Oh my goddess.”

“Help us please.”

Their screams, and shouts bring nothing but pleasure to my ears.

“MELANIE STOP!!!” a distant voice screams.

The voice sounds familiar, but I am too dazed, too...