Pools of blood smear the east bound highway for miles in each direction. More and more vehicles slam into the sudden obstacle before them. The smoking, twisted heaps that were very recently cars burst into flames, sending up great black clouds that blot out the sun. The west bound side is slowed to a crawl as drivers gawk at the sheer scale of the sudden destruction. A car pulls quickly over to the shoulder. The occupant, a young man rushes over the divider and runs through the carnage on the other side.

Before he can reach a family trapped in an overturn van, the gas tank explodes, flooding the interior of the vehicle with flames that swiftly devour the flesh from the bone. He turns away from the site, just in time for a black gauntlet to explode through his mouth and out the back of his throat. It takes a moment for the body to realize it is dead, but in the last fleeting moments left for the brain before it shuts down, the eyes take in every detail of the horrible scene and the killer that is author of both his death, and so many others.

Its clear now that what started this horror are several overturned eighteen wheelers that seem to have been sliced in twain beneath an overpass. Though a few cars were surely caught in this initial accident...no...attack, the others show clear slash and claw marks. The man with eyes like dying coals that stares into his dying face, the one who seems engulfed in a nimbus of crimson light, smiles cruelly at him. He pulls back his hand and licks the fresh gore from between his claws with a long black tongue that darts between sharp teeth. The pale skin makes the man look like a specter of death, and as a few chunks of what was recently the young mans tongue fall into his curling scarlet beard, there is an illusion that the face is only a thinly stretch mask over a skull. but this might just be because at this moment, the young man dies.

From out the black clouds, his body is flung, impacting and smashing through the windshield of a car in the westbound lane. The pale figure leaps upon the divider, and glares grinning at the victims amassed for him in the westbound lane of the highway, trapped now by their very vehicles and all the others stretching into the distance before and behind them. Long hair and eyes flaming in a wash of crimson light, the creature seems more beast than man as every inch of his body gives off an unmistakable killing lust.

This was not going to be a simple attack...this was going to be a slaughter. A butchering of cattle.

Several blades of crimson energy materialize, floating around the blood thirsty being. It would only be a moment, before they, and he who created them, would descend.

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Basically I just want to cut loose. Carnage for carnages sake. Be the hero, be a villain, be a victim, a saint...I don't care. Fight me, fight me, fight me, fight me!