It is easier to defeat the light within, than the darkness all around
Christopher Valentine kicked down the door to the suburban family house. From the outside with the picket fence, the two story brick house looked like any other. That was until you looked at the windows on the lower floor, smeared with blood. As Christopher entered the house the smell of death, blood and flesh assaulted his nose. Smells he was all too familiar with. He upholstered his gun, and flipped the safety switch off. This was one messy demon.
Treading carefully through the blood, already soaked into the white carpet, he entered the loungeroom with his gun out. More limbs met his vision, as did the grizzly finger painting on the wall.
I'm having fun. How about you?Christopher made a !TCHEH! sound and continued on, straining his ears for the slightest hint of sound. Suddenly he heard a crash in the kitchen. He looked behind him, his wife had not come in yet. Ignoring protocol, he burst into the kitchen, and aimed the gun at the red clothed figure in the corner. He fingered the trigger gently.
Then it turned around. A little girl, all of about 6 or 7. Blonde hair to her shoulders, red bonnet on top, with giant amber eyes that looked right at Christopher. Anyone else would have probably melted at the sight. But the arm in her hands and blood running from her mouth destroyed the effect. He lifted his gun again.
"I don't care if youa e in the girl, or if you are the demon itself, but cuteness will not save you today."