Story I- Evangelian

All Hallows Eve. A night celebrating the dead. However, this year, there would be no celebrating...

Evangelian was a beautiful young girl, about 12 years of age. Her parents loved her, because she never talked back to them, and always did what she was told, and obeyed every rule. However, when she was younger, her parents came home from a party very drunk. She had a small kitten that was very precious to her, named Timber. She loved Timber like a little brother, and took care of him everyday, and was her only companion in her mansion. However, that night, her parents snatched Timber out of their daughters hands, and strutted to the kitchen. Evangelian followed them, because she was worried for her kitten, but what she saw was traumatizing. Her parents took a chef's knife, and chopped Timber's head off. Evangelian couldn't believe her eyes, and stood there in shock. She fainted from fear, and awoke to find herself still on the kitchen floor, however unharmed.
She walked slowly to her parent's bedroom, images of the previous night racing in her head. When her parents awoke, they could remember nothing of the night before. Evangelian kept silent about it for the rest of her life. However, on Halloween, the day of her birth, she would do something that she had plotted deep in the back of her brain for years. On the first day of her thirteenth year, she would finally speak up, in her own way...
"Evangelian," her mother beckoned, "are you ready? We need to get a move on!" Evangelian and her parents were off to Sunday church yet again. Personally, she didn't much care for it, but if her parents wished it, she would comply.
"Yes, Mother, I'm coming," she replied. She hurried down the stairs, in her best Sunday clothes, and appropriate accessories. All she could think of was tomorrow, tomorrow.
"Oh, my little darling, look how adorable you are!" her mother said.
"She looks just like you, Honey," commented her father. Evangelian blushed slightly, smiled, and continued down the stairs. The three rushed into the car, and drove off to church.
The sermon went on for hours and hours, or so Evangelian thought. She was so tired of this weekly routine. But tomorrow was a yearly routine; Halloween, and her birthday. She would finally be thirteen; a teenager; almost an adult. She felt that tomorrow was the best time for her 'surprise.'
"But no matter what happens tomorrow," the priest said, getting Evangelian's attention, "or the next day, or the week after that, you will always be God's children." 'Maybe,' she thought, 'but tomorrow, Mother and Father will be God's neighbors.'
"So, my little darling," Evangelian's mother said to her, once they got home, "Are you ready for tomorrow?"
"Oh, yes, Mother, I am certain that I am ready for tomorrow. I am ever so excited!"  she answered, a fake smile plastered on her face. Her mother smiled at her, and allowed her to go to her room. One there, Evangelian opened her desk drawer, and pulled out the chef's knife that killed her kitten. She admired it's reflective qualities, and wondered how it would look with her parent's blood splattered on them. She heard her father coming up the stairs, and pushed the knife back into the drawer. However, he did not go into her room, but his own. She sighed with relief, and continued to her closet. When she opened the doors, she revealed a shotgun. She managed to steal one from her father, without him knowing.
The rest of the day, all she could think of was killing, killing... blood staining her clothes, dripping down her knife, soaking the floor. Oh, what a glorious harvest it will be. Her gifts would be splendid, indeed.
It was now late at night, and both her parents were getting ready to sleep. Assuming their daughter was also asleep, they let her be. But Evangelian couldn't bear this trapped feeling any longer, and started kicking her bed. She was screaming as loud as her lungs could manage, and punched her vanity mirror. She was yelling and kicking and punching everything in her room, until almost everything was broken. Her parents came in to see what all the ruckus was. She looked at her clock that she had left unharmed. 12:00 am. Officially October 31st. It was time.
She glared over at her parents with an innocent, yet eery smile.
"Mother, Father," she said, a giant grin forming on her face, "thank you for coming into my room. You've saved me the trouble of going into your own!" She reached next to her and pulled out the knife from the drawer. She ran at her parents, and stabbed her father first. His eyes grew wide, and his body bled quickly. Her mother gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her father fell with a thud, and she looked at the knife with satisfaction. She put it to her mouth, and licked the blood off it. "Dearest father, had I known your blood tasted so good, I would have killed you long ago,"  she said in a dry voice, eyes lighting up at the thrill of the kill.
She looked over at her mother, to frightened to make a sound, yet crying her eyes out. "Mother, why are you crying?" Evangelian asked,looking dryly at her mother, "Are you crying for father? Please do not worry, for you will be joining him shortly!" She pointed her knife at her, and her mother fell to the floor before the knife could make contact, taking her daughter by surprise.
"W-why are you doing this, Evangelian?!" tears falling uncontrollably from her eyes, "Why did you kill your father?! What did we ever do to you! We treated you like our little princess!!" Evangelian had no pity for her mother. And from the look she was getting, her mother knew that.
"Mother, even a princess needs to break away from her chains. My feelings toward you will never change. I hate you." She was beginning to get bored with her mother's existence. She lifted the knife, and a single tear fell from her mother's eye before she sliced her neck. Blood spurt from her neck and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The two lifeless bodies before her made Evangelian crave more of that satisfying feeling of a knife into the flesh of another human. She took the gun and the knife with her, and left home.
Her heart was beating fast er than she ever remembered.  Her adrenaline was rushing while she ran through the street, finding a place to hide. Sooner or later, the police would find out about her parent's death. Her parent's maids would have heard the screams, and found the bodies. She ran to the  end of the street, and looked around. People were staring at her, and she panicked. She thought that they knew what she had done. The man closest to her froze when she lifted the gun toward his head. She fired it, but instead of the bullets going through his head, they only went halfway, lodging themselves into his brain. He cried out in agony, collapsing onto the ground, which caused the rest of the people to run away in a frenzy.
Evangelian knew she was low on bullets, so she held onto the gun, but she couldn't let the witnesses get away. She followed one of the women all the way to her home. The woman locked her doors and windows, grabbed her children, and ran to the back of the house, where she was sure the little girl would not find them. However, Evangelian knew exactly what the woman planned on doing. She took out a match that she forgot she had lying in her dress pocket, and lit it against the house. She lit the bushes  in front of the house on fire, and they ignited immediately.
'This is not enough,' she thought, 'I have to light something closer. She will have a quicker death!' Evangelian took the match, still burning, and lit the corners of the house on fire. She stood back and watched the lights dance to the center of the house, and quickly heard screams, followed by panicked movement, then a thud, and finally nothing but the sound of the crackling flame. She stood there with a satisfied, yet sinister grin on her face. It was wide, and cracked.
She cackled evilly as she walked away from the burning scene. A passer-by saw the girl, with a bloody knife in her hand,  cackling darkly, and instantly called the police. But once Evangelian heard his voice, she ran at him, and stabbed  him through the chest, killing him quickly. "Pity," she said, eying her knife, "I wanted to save Father's blood for later." She licked the knife and smiled, "Though yours is good too."
Her adrenaline was wearing down. She needed more blood to quench her thirst. She ran to the next street over, and saw hundreds of kids dressed as things she had never seen before. 'This will be a marvelous harvest,' she thought, eyes widening, 'I shall feast upon the flesh of newly found creatures.'
She walked to the first house on the street, and stood hidden, waiting for the first victim. A young boy in a werewolf costume looked up at her. "Hey, are you supposed to be a princess?" Evangelian was taken back at this comment, and remembered her mother calling her that. Her rage only increased. She held up her knife, and stabbed the boy through his head. His eyes grew wide and blood was spurting out his head. His mother made a loud shriek sound, but people paid no heed, for it was Halloween, and people are supposed to scream. His blood soaked into the dirt of the yard in front of the house, and the mother charged at Evangelian. She held her knife up to her head, and the mother stopped abruptly.
"My son....you killed my son! How could you do such a thing?!"
"It was merely..." she sliced the mother's aortic valve, "...a game." She turned around to walk back to the first street she was on, when she suddenly heard sirens. She ran to the corner, and saw police cars coming her way. She panicked, and ran to a shed behind a house that she thought to be empty.
"That damn man!" she said, clenching her teeth, "His call must have gotten through! The police will kill me for sure! I must not let that happen!" She sat on her knees and held the knife up to her face, her mouth open. 'I may not see you where you are Mother and Father,' she thought, 'and I couldn't be happier. She clenched the knife in her hands, and jolted it into her mouth, all the way out her head. She collapsed onto the hardwood floor, and died instantly.
The police found her two days later, after the people from that house came home from vacation. A girl with a gun on her back, and a knife through her head. No-one knew who she was, but the blood on the knife had all mixed and dried together, her fathers, mothers, the man with the phone, the child and his mother, and her own. The knife that started it all, had ended it all.

The End