"What are you doing?"  A woman yells, bringing me out of my trance.  I gaze at the gory scene in front of me and smell the acrid scent of blood overloading my senses.  Before I turn around, I notice the bloody machete in my hand and try to hide it under my shirt.  The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her."

Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer.  There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me ...