Chapter 4 (gory)

William made sure to go to each and every one to make sure he got to kill with his own hands.

"Don't worry, you won't die in vain. You will cure my boredom for quite a while. That should be enough for you to accomplish." William says joyfully.

William tore through the villager bodies one by one, trying different strengths to use to see which is more satisfactory. At one strength, it produced wet slices, others produced thumps and flowing blood. Either way, it was enjoyable for William. Especially when their bodies would drop with a thump, kicking up dirt and producing a good show for William to see the bodies drop in a different way each time.

The villagers have lost all hope by the tenth one. They couldn't do anything but wait to die.

"Oh how fun this is. Do you think you can try to control where you fall? Thanks." William says, knowing they had no control over that.

though, it doesn't seem that the villagers got the joke. William just kept cutting through the villagers with delight in full view.

Each new kill producing a squelch and thump.

~squelch~thump~ each and every villager.

When William got half through the village, dirt and dust was floating close to the ground. The dirt started to reach William's ankle and a little more, covering parts of the dead villagers. William just forced the dirt to settle as it started to annoy him how much dirt was floating around. The villagers already dead were covered in a thin layer of dirt. If someone found the village, they would see dirt outlines of people in a deserted village.

"Well, you're the last one. This time you can fight back." William states.

The last person in the village suddenly sees hope and is ready to try his hardest. The villager feels he can move again. He takes a step to start fighting when he sees a blur and once again another villager drops to the ground, dead.

"Wow, how stupid of you. Like I would give you a chance to mess with my clothes." William spits.

William, after he is done, walks to the carriage and says, "Ok, now we can continue our little stroll."

"Yes, my Lord." coachman responds.

As the carriage just started to leave, the village house burst into flames. These flames were blood red, and they only stop burning when there is no blood left in the area.

"Someone is going to have to look into this and I hope they follow the little trail I'm leaving." William states expectingly.