First, the darkness settled in. Then, the white luminescent faces with the black eyes appeared and the massacre began. Boys and girls everywhere were levitated against walls, ceilings, floors, and the air as those slimy, Lovecraftian tentacles latched onto their mouths and sucked them into lifeless, blackened, skeletal husks. Tyrone, before he even had a chance to move, had his head pinned to the ceiling by two seven-year-old Black Eyed Boys who proceeded to suck out his soul while he was unable to make a single sound. Mike Meanie, upon seeing this, tried to run but because he was too slow, ended up getting pinned against a Velasquez painting by one of the Tyrone-suckers. A third, ten-year-old boy helped his demonic comrade by sucking out Mike’s life. Chad was mercifully spared from being pinned and sucked but because their demonic forms were so awful and otherworldly, he lost his mind, running and flailing his arms and yodeling better than any Swiss man until he reached the balcony railing. There, he climbed over and flung himself down.

  For my part, I was trying to free myself from my zip cuffs. As you already know, they were infamous for their tightness. My wrists could not move even an inch. But then I saw an opportunity. A Black Eyed Kid was raising Tyler up into the air. I angled slightly in his direction. Then, thoom! Tyler was propelled backwards. He collided into me with such force that my zip ties snapped, I was flung with him against the wall, and the chandelier crashed onto the coffee table, creating a massive crater. Unfortunately, before I was able to get up, the Tyler-raising kid now raised both of us up. But before he could immobilize me further, I pulled out my lighter. This scared the nine-year-old BEK who chose to focus on his original target instead. I quickly got up and headed for the balcony door. I stopped. Ahead of me were Veronica, Sheila, and Carla. And they were surrounded by these demonic beings.

  “Help me！” cried Veronica. She looked at her loyal lieutenants. “HELP ME!!!” She looked as if she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Instead of obeying, Sheila bailed. She tried to run through those BEK legs but still ended up getting pinned to a wall. Carla did arguably worse-she pushed her boss into the pack of demon kids. As expected, this tactic did not work at all. Both her and the queen bee were drained of their essences, all the while kicking and screaming like babies. Sheila was levitated into a sleeping position as three BEKs began raping her. Even though I hated Veronica and anyone associated with her with my life, I automatically brandished my lighter and began torching them. All three instantly apparated and I managed to catch Veronica’s lieutenant before she hit the floor hard. She was crying and could not muster a “thanks.” But I didn’t need her to-she was a loathsome creature anyways.

  Suddenly, I was thrown to the ground. Pain shot through me like electricity and my head exploded in a firework of stars. My lighter had flown over the ledge and into the abyss. The possessed Ethan had made sure that I was easy prey for his masters. Then, I was pinned to the glass by that same Black Eyed Girl that tried to gain access to my condo unit a week earlier. I didn’t even have the ability to be angry-fear had totally hijacked me. As my suicidal ideation jumped to insane heights and my fear shot through the thermosphere, I watched as it opened its wide, demonic maw and released its unnatural tentacle of doom. My entire body was rigid-I could not even shift a cell one nanometer. I was about to be killed in the worst way possible, if possibility even existed right now. And that facehugger kept getting closer and closer and closer.

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  BANG!!! A loud gunshot rang out. It passed through the Black-Eyed Girl and narrowly avoided grazing my right shoulder. I was dropped to the marble floor, adding injury upon injury. I looked ahead. Officer Caleb Washington was standing in the doorway, his black Glock 22 aimed straight at my female assailant. However, the girl was able to recover. She extended both arms and telekinetically pulled us together. Officer Caleb tried to get some more shots at her but found his hands completely immobilized. This time, two tentacles shot out of her maw. As their acidic saliva dripped ever closer to me and the officer, I could see the corpse shell of me that investigators would be so baffled about. I had to accept my fate… I had to accept my fate… I had to-.

  Whoosh! A long flaming jet appeared in the midst of the carnage. Monsieur Parrotieur had arrived, his beak breathing dragon fire all around us. Hellish screams echoed as the Black Eyed Kids dissipated into smoke. They avoided the burning. But the furniture, the walls, and the floor were torched. And they ignited. I fell to the ground with such pain that my legs were not able to get up. All around me was thick, dark smoke. The flames were now touching the ceiling. No matter what positive outcome occurred, death was still patiently waiting for us. Suddenly, I felt the strong grip of a man as he pulled me up. It was Officer Caleb. He had covered his mouth with a handkerchief and was guiding me to the balcony. Monsieur Parrotieur was busy extinguishing the fire (using both his beak and his talons as nozzles).

  “Help,” called a quiet but desperate voice. “Helppp.”

  I turned to see Sheila trapped under a broken table. Her face looked as if the smoke was about to gas her out. I quickly took hold of her hand and pulled her out. Then we continued our careful walk around falling debris and flaming wood. The doors were all reduced to jagged cracks lining the door frames. As we stepped onto the now glass-ridden balcony, CRASH!!! Furniture from upstairs landed on the robot parrot.

  “Au secours! Au secours! Au s-.”

  The sound of robotic crunching and sparks flying were heard. A pang of sadness swept through my heart. I was beginning to really like the French parrot. As we looked down at the steep drop, we could hear the fiery waves as they sprung up and raced towards us. Even though ahead of us was Dr. Jimmy’s night-black, hexagonal-shaped flying car, it was too far for our legs to reach-in reality, there would be nothing for us to walk on. I didn’t have my jetpack with me-that was long destroyed. And even if Dr. Jimmy maneuvered his car to touch the balcony, he would quickly become one of the casualties. Suddenly, L’Archange Alie appeared out of nowhere and swept all three of us up. As we were lifted one storey above, Unit 1006 exploded into a barrage of deadly glass projectiles. And the rave contraption’s neon green lights were pulsating faster than a pulsar.