Red Eyes - Prologue

(WARNING: There are some very disturbing scenes, which include mutilation. Read at your own risk.)

Prologue – The Smoking Pistol
 

A single shot ring out down the hallway, waking a young man from his restless dreams. He first thought is that he’s still asleep, but he begins to sweat as the smell of gunpowder lingers inside his bedroom, like someone lit a firecracker in his room. He kicks off the sheet off of him as he feels something heavy in his right hand. He looks down, and sees he's holding a discharged pistol, the smoke still drifting out of the barrel.

            He drops the gun on the floor, and sits back down on the bed. His hands are shaking badly as his nerves take over. His mind is a raging storm as he tries to comprehend how this pistol ended up in his hand after hearing a single gun shot down the hall. He has never owned a gun in his life, and doesn’t know anyone that owns one. His body is now drenched as he begins to wonder who fired a pistol in his room, and placed it inside his hand.

            With one last deep breath, he finds the courage to get off the bed, and investigate. With his hands now steady, he stands up, and tosses on a new pair of shorts he found by his bed. He slowly creeps over to the door, and leans against the frame. He gently opens it, making sure not to make a noise. He lets out a sigh of relief as a clap of thunder from the storm outside covers the metallic creak of the knob being turned.

            He peeks down the hall, to see someone charging down the dimly light hallway. The man scrambles back as the door is ripped right off the hinges. The man’s eyes widen in shock at what he sees before him. Standing right outside the door frame is what appears to be a man about his age with red eyes.

            "It begins," whispers "Red Eyes".

            The man sees that Red Eyes holding the same he dropped earlier. He turns around to get it, but he's already holding it. He turns back to Red Eyes, but Red Eyes is gone. He tries to toss the gun back down, but he can't move his hand.

            "You're mine," he hears Red Eyes whisper out of the darkness.

            The man finally drops the gun. He runs out of the room in a hysterical state, and down the hallway. As his foot hits the last step, he slips in a thick fluid. He lands with a thud into a bigger pool of the same liquid. A flash of lighting illuminates the now barren living room long enough to see he's laying in a pool of blood, and none of the furniture is in the room.

            He pulls himself off the floor, and turns on a light with the switch at the bottom of the stairway. He stands there in disbelief at the sight before him. Hanging from his living room ceiling are four bodies, heavily mutilated. They are missing their heads, and their skin has been peeled, and hung up like they are curtains. In their chest, there are roses stuck inside bullet wounds over their hearts. He almost gags as he notices their organs are also missing for the entire torso is an empty, bloody cavity.

            He walks over by the fireplace as he notices a roaring fire has been lit inside the fireplace, which a large metal pan hangs over the hot coals. He almost pukes as he stares at the heads resting on the thick, oak mantel with garlic cloves sticking out of their eye sockets. He uses the poker to lift the lid of the pan, and loses the contents of his stomach for the pot is filled with the tongues and entrails of the four bodies hanging from the ceiling.

            As he wipes the bile from his lips with his t-shirt sleeve, he stands up, notices the pistol is back in his possession. As he stares at the pistol back in his possession, the front door is smashed in. Two heavily armed SWAT members run in with M-4's pointing right at the man.

"Drop the fucking weapon now! Get down on your knees now!" shouts one of the SWAT officers.

            The man tosses the pistol to the side, and kneels down in front of the fireplace. He looks back at the fire, and sees glowing red eyes amongst the coals. "It wasn't me! I swear it! It was the man with the red eyes!" he shouts.

            "Put your hands over your head!" barks the officer. "There's only one person in here, you monster!"

            The man does as he is told as the red eyes drift out of the fire staring his eyes as the smoke begins to circle around him as a body materializes in front of him. "He's standing right in front of me! The man with the red eyes," the man pleads as he begins to cry.

            "Shut the fuck up, you sick bastard!" the other officer yells as he slaps the cuffs on.

            "The fun will begin soon," Red Eyes whispers as he places his hand on the man's heart.

            The man's entire body shivers before he begins to feel extremely dizzy. The last thing the man remembers before the world goes back is a warm fluid being splattered all over his body, and the sound of the M-4's going off as the officers scream in a panic.