There was news of bloody deaths all around the world. Old women in their chair screeched as they read the news as their husbands frowned at the nature of deaths. Young men were furious and the children taught it was all a show. The mothers were scared to let their children out and the young women were practically locked inside their rioms. But Mother! the deaths all happen inside the room when we are all in deep slumber, said the young ladies. Shut up! their mothers replied. But no matter what the reaction of the public was and the protection of the police was, the deaths did not stop. The heads rolled down the hallways dripping with blood to screaming children and women. One head was picked up by the home dog and handed over to the wife on her bed. She screamed once when she saw the head and fainted in horror as she turned her head left.
Peter crushed the newspaper in anger and disbelief. I would have caught this gang in a second! he uttered to himself.
Elsewhere in the Austrian border, a man with a receding hairline had his blood boil. "The man's taking away the purity of war," he said to his compatriot. Christoph did not care anymore what came out of Adolfs mouth. He saw him as a mere rambler and did not know that he would go on to change the course of the world. "I want to crush the man's head with my bare hands," he said as his eyes grew wild and showing glimpses of his evil nature. "How do you know that it is a single man," asked Christoph. " Because I see myself in him," replied Adolf. Christoph could not help but laugh. Yes, you an evil murderer, scoffed Christoph and walked in front. That night another head rolled at night. In the same fashion, but the murderer was different. It was Adolf and the head was that of Christoph's. "Who dare to mock me, shall face the same death," he uttered and plucked his eyeballs out. "And they see only darknesss, in this life and the next," he said.