Chapter 15: Madness

"Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road." —Voltaire, Philosophical Dictionary

"The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don't want it badly enough. They're there to stop the other people." —Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture

"Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in, except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy." —Winston Churchill, Never Give In!: The Best of Winston Churchill's Speeches

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Whistling and thunderous lightning outside and the heavy rain filled Samara's house from nothingness to pure trepidation.

The sole of the man's boots thudding with each step he took on the stairs up to the second floor left tracks of wet blood mixed with rainwater and dirt from outside.

Malevolently, the man scrapes the walls with his machete, creating a screeching weasel across the hallway. On the second floor, there were two more rooms for both of the remaining targets the man ought to kill.

"Here I come, hunting my prey whilst being unknown. Here I come, going to slaughter every single one!"

Knock, knock, knock! Three loud banging taps on the left side door alerted the person inside.

"Who is it?! I told you I don't want to eat!"

The man giggled, hearing the voice of Samara's second daughter from another man she slept with in exchange for money. The unimaginable things he had in his mind before continuing with his dirty little scheme.

"It's me, Janna! Mom told me to bring you dinner in case you get hungry!" His voice turned out sarcastically creepy for Janna, thinking it was her brother pulling a joke on her again. "She instructed me not to leave the food outside in the hallway!"

"Fuck off, Ren! I'm on a diet! Don't make me go out and beat you, asshole!"

Janna was cursing inside her room while the man kept provoking her in order for her to come out. He could not contain his giggle. It was getting louder and louder and creepier and creepier as seconds went by.

"No can do. Hihihi!"

"Hihihi? Since when did you become so fucking cringe?"

"Ever since you started being a bitch!"

"That does it! I'm gonna whoop your—"

The locked door suddenly flung open, and when Janna came into view, so was the machete. It went flying in her direction, which inadvertently struck her with the machete's handle when the man planned on having his weapon plant itself deep inside her thick skull.

Although she was hit by the handle, Janna did not go unhurt by the throw. She instantaneously fell on her butt, and her forehead was shallowly cut, causing her to bleed.

"Awwww! What the hell—?! Ren!"

Immediately, Janna regained her composure after surging from the floor, enraged and in utter confusion.

"Voila!"

Right across Janna's face, a straight hook had flown. The punch directly hurt her nose, causing her to fall back down again and have a nosebleed.

Dizzy, Janna still found the strength to kick back even though she was down on the floor with blood dripping from all over her face. Screamingly, with everything she's got, Janna cursed and grunted from the pain surging through her whole body as the man relentlessly kicked her everywhere his feet could land.

Compared to the man wearing a raincoat and being well-built while also being stout, Janna was shorter than most girls and was not used to heavy work. Her body felt so weak against the overwhelming strength of the man being forced upon her when he eventually got on top of her and ripped her clothes off while he was at it.

"Y-You bastard! G—ahh! It hurts, you f-fucking asshole!"

Left, right, left, right... Janna received countless blows from the man right on her face without mercy. Each punch was packed. So, it did not take that long for Janna's face to start swelling. Moreover, the helpless pitiful lady was already at her limit. She was just hit too many times on her head and her face that her consciousness already wanted to fade.

"Hah! Hah! You like that, huh? I bet you do, slutty bitch!"

At this point, Janna was unconscious, and her breathing was unstable due to the beatings she took from the man. Her body won't be able to take more than it already did. Any more than that and the life that was hanging on by a thread would snap.

Several minutes passed, and the naked unconscious Janna was left on the floor. Both of her hands and feet were tied to ensure she would not escape if she ever regained consciousness.

"Let me just pick my machete back and wipe the stupid bitch's blood off my fists."

Angrily, the man slammed the door closed on Janna and creepily glanced at the right side room where the last person was supposed to be.

"If I'm not wrong, the last one is Urs, and he is fifteen. Hihihi! So young!"

Three excited knocks on the door rang across the hallway. Goofily, the man was fiddling with his hair and twirling her feet around like a maiden in love.

Patiently, he waited for Urs to open the door for him while hiding his machete behind him with his feet crossed. He waited until a couple of minutes passed and the man decided to knock three times once again.

"Is he not inside his room, or had he overheard what happened and holed himself inside?"

At the ascension of his machete and the fall of it, an unknowingly blunt object struck him from behind. It was abrupt and powerful the man instantly felt dizzy, but he did not pass out, although he lost his footing.

"Ugh! Jeez! So, you slipped out while I was doing your sister, eh?"

"You can go to hell!"

Before the man could recover and strike back, Urs raised his weapon and hit the man as much as he could. It went in all directions but Urs definitely knows not to miss every strike.

"Haa... Is he dead? I need to check on my sister, b-but before that I'll make sure he won't escape."

As tightly as he could possibly do, Urs tied the knot together that was on the man's hands and feet. He was lying on his stomach with all his limbs tied together as one.

When Urs was done securing their safety, he worriedly checked on Janna. The horrified look on his face when he saw the bloodied naked body of his sister put him down on his knees, weakened by the state his sister was in.

"Janna..."

Tears would not even come out of his teary eyes. His resolve to escape and let other people know about the intruder was far greater than the saddening dread he was feeling.

Urs went through Janna's closet and put some clothes on her. While he was trying to put on the underwear he took, his eyes widened upon noticing the still-wet blood down on her womanhood.

"I have no time to feel mad!"

He did not let anger do the work for him. His heart cleared his mind of the horrible actions he could have done to the intruder for violating her sister and almost beating her to death.

"But something has got to go!"

Without hesitation, Urs picked up the machete when he was done putting her sister's clothes on her and went back on the intruder.

An unfathomable amount of pain surges through the man's whole body with just a single cut from below his upper body.

Unhinged, Urs grabbed the man's cut-off balls and dick from the floor and shoved them down the intruder's screaming mouth.

"It's just like as you imagined. No one would hear our cries on this stormy night."

Parts of Janna's ripped clothes were used to patch and tie the man's mouth, so he would not spit out his future and the countless generations he would have procured.

Just when nothing could make Urs cry, as he was escorting his unconscious sister down the stairs, what immediately came into his view was the lifeless body of his mother, who was lying facedown on the floor.

"M-Mom...? And... Ren? They are both dead?"

Urs' mind completely went numb, and unable to process the events all at once. Slowly, his slow gait felt heavy with each step, and his soulless gaze was accompanied by a sudden stream of tears. It was all tears. No sounds of sorrow or cries of pain were heard from him.

"Haha... All of this is a dream, right? None of these are true. That's right! I was— I fell asleep, and now I am having a nightmare! That's gotta be it!"

"Hey, are you not done yet—?"

"Huh?" A person suddenly came in from the front door. Seeing the person was more terrifyingly shocking than learning of the fact that his mother and brother were both dead. "T-This is nuts! So, it's you two!"

Urs screamed at the top of his lungs with the machete on his hand raised over his head for a strike when his vision abruptly spun 180 degrees, then saw only their feet from the floor.

"That bastard almost made a mess again."

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