The booming of music could be heard far away from the woods. This disturbance was oozing out from a large cabin in the woods, with rays of party lights shining through the holed areas. It was a party night, mostly hosting teenage students of High school. In the cabin, yet under its bunker, was the dance floor. Boys and girls moved their bodies energetically to the rhythms; most sang along, while the more reckless ones high on narcotics laid miserably and aimlessly around, wherever they deemed comfortable, however.
Among the drug-influenced party attendees was Jon, a lone wolf cuddling and caressing a whiskey bottle like his pillow or lover. Suddenly a hard kick woke him from his slumber, spilling the liquid on him as well. As he jerked, staring around vigorously, there was random laughter from above him. He could see faces, but they weren't steady enough to be identified. Yet even in his drunken state, he could tell it was some of his bullies in school, a group of the football team. Having a bit of consciousness, he stood to leave just to save himself from trouble.
He went further away from the gathering and stopped at a point about to take a leak. Suddenly, just before any urine would pop out, he noticed a figure in the woods ahead; it had two stretched arms with an unusual structure. He rubbed his eyes, believing his eyes were actually in the deceit of alcohol, yet he saw the same thing. Just then, the figure's two arms got elongated, which seemed like a weapon, blade like has been pushed out. Then towards him, the figure locked, gliding towards in an attack. Jon got petrified, fell, and instantly stood back on his feet and ran back.
Two students, a boy and a girl, were deeply making out behind the building when they heard a scream and then saw Jon running back hysterically towards their location.
"Run! Run!! Run!!!" Jon's petrified voice screamed.
"What's wrong with him?" the boy replied.
Jon got to them and paused to catch his breath; "run!"
"Fuck off, weirdo!" Jane, the girl, dispatched, reaching for Peter's lips.
Peter was a bit worried; he hesitated to say, "Maybe we should go inside, Jane."
"C'mon! Are we doing this or not?"
Peter smiled and ignored Jon, then resumed making out her deeply. Jon, out of fear, withdrew back, staring towards the dangerous area. And like a flick, a blade came from the shadows; blood spattered all over him. Opening ago his eyes he saw just two headless bodies, definitely Peter's and Jane's. In shock, his lips couldn't let out a yell, not even a sensible word. But he wasn't the norm, so he ran inside the cabin, where everyone that noticed him paused, staring stupidly at him, murmuring.
"Everyone run now!" Jon yelled.
They all laughed and continued dancing, thinking he was acting under the influence of alcohol.
Jon grabbed Ben, one of the bullies on the shirt, and yelled, "You need to run now! Something is out the. . ."
Before he could finish, a punch on his face fell him to the ground. And Ben proceeded to kick him on the floor. And as usual, the area started expanding, paving the ground to watch the fight.
The yells and cheers echoed deeply in Jon's ears as he kept moving to every kick, then suddenly the joys switched instantly to screams and mixed cries. Chaos was released, and everyone took to their heels. All he did was wrap his head with his arms and fold like a fish, with his eyes closed. Yet he could hear the slashing of flesh; he also felt the rain of blood, with more people falling on him till it all went silent of human cries. But one sound remained on, the music. Curious, with a heap of bodies on him, he managed to stretch his sight through a little space and saw clearly the figure responsible for the massacre. As it was, an alien was on its knees, pressing hard to its ears; it seemed affected by the booming sound of the music. Then it pointed its hand towards the DJ's gadget and fired a blaster, blowing the whole area up, and the music stopped. However, Jon remained still and faked dead; he controlled his breath until he heard its footsteps receding.
About twenty minutes, Jon plowed his way out of the bodies and was bemused by what his eyes saw. Nobody was whole as normal death should be. All that was ripped out scattered all over the place some hanging up and some just lying around. His ankles down were buried in the blood and pounds of flesh. Suddenly, he heard a soft whirring of the engine and saw a bright blue light in the woods. The light got split into several approaching smaller blue lights.
"Are they more than one?"
THE END
Read Also