The Goal

Once upon a time a small child named Liam was wandering down the middle of the street in the sunshine. A normal person would have worried about cars and Liam would to if it was a different day. There was no one to drive cars anyway. Just Liam. Liam continues walking unfazed by the weather. The clouds a became darker and darker and darker along with the rest of his surroundings. Liam was And still unfazed. For the first time in weeks, Liam walks off the now broken and cracked road. Towards a small house that looked somewhat creepy from the boarded up windows and the sky made everything dark even though it was just after noon. Liam approached the house and lifted his arm to the door, leaving a crack in the wood from the blood coated axe he drug along with him. He heard someone breathing just inside that small house, the more and more he hacked away at the door the more staggered the breathing became. Liam stopped beating the door with his weapon and peaked in the house through the hole he had made. There wasn't much in that small house. A couch, some chairs, all very dusty and worn. Some ripped curtains that have become useless from the open window behind them before this all started and everyone went into hiding. Liam grinned at that thought. A sickening, horrible grin, one that could only be owned by someone who managed to murder almost everyone in his town. This. Was the last one. His job he set out to do was almost over. After one last swing at the door, it gave up and almost shattered from the amount of damage done. Liam slowly walked into the house, blinking a couple times to get used to the dim lighting, for the power had gone out weeks ago.. When this all started. There, in the corner, was a skinny, small little girl, huddled and hugging her knees, whimpering and pleading for Liam to leave her alone, for Liam not to hurt her. Her dark hair was matted and her skin was coated in dust and dirt. As Liam walked closer the girl growled at him. It wasn't a cute little child growl, it was a growl that would give you goosebumps, inhuman almost. Liam stopped him front of the child, he stared down at her. Kneeling, Liam placed his axe at his side, still holding it tightly, and watched the little thing as her shoulders lifted and fell as she cried. Liam lifted his axe, he stared at it with doubt and regret. As he was stuck in thought, just staring at his axe, the small child glanced up slightly. The right side of her face was almost completely gone, it appeared as though it had been burned off. Liam was thrown out of his thoughts and stared in horror at the small child staring at him. Slowly she leaned closer to Liam. Once close enough, she whispered in a voice that sounded so innocent but extremely creepy at the same time. Liam froze and his eyes never left her torn up and burned face as she pulled out an axe of her own, she held it firmly above her head, grinning as she did. She slammed the axe down onto Liam's head causing him to screech out in pain and fall over. The little girl just sat there, staring into his eyes, giggling. Slowly Liam could feel his head become groggy and his vision became blurred with pain, his cries couldn't, wouldn't, be heard by anyone but this small girl. There was no one left. As warm blood streamed down Liam's face, he coughed. The last thing Liam saw before he died was a large, black shadow emerge from the back of the child. The spirt whispers is a dead cold voice " This is the payment you owe for the crime you have committed." With this the spirt leaves the room, leaving him there alone with the lifeless girl. Liam smiles evilly. For he has completed his goal. The village is gone.