The Executioner of Horror Films

Part two.

*On behalf of Jack*

The world seemed to be narrowing, the only thing I could see was a winged devil on the roof of this damn bus, and everything else just went into the background.

The screams of these poor children, the eroded metal of the bus - all this became a blurred spot, when the red fog of my rage enveloped my creature, I felt that I was finally where I needed to be.

I rushed forward, picking up a shotgun, my boots were gathering dust when I rushed to the bus, I was like an obsessed. He seemed to have a dark silhouette against the sky, his shape was grotesque and unnatural, and the anticipation of battle was almost intoxicating. I was going after him, I was going to finally end this curse, and I was going to make this monster pay for everything he took from me.

I shot from a shotgun, the sound of the shot echoed through the empty fields, I saw how the cannon pierced the wing of the creature, causing it to stumble, I felt a surge of satisfaction.

It wasn't invincible, it could be hurt, I was going to use every ounce of the power I had to defeat it, I was going to end this monster for my son.

The creature turned to me, his yellow eyes were burning with anger, he made a terrifying laryngeal sound, from which the blood froze in my veins, I was not afraid, I was ready for this, I was ready to meet the monster that chased me in dreams, and I was finally ready to avenge my boy.

He flew out of the bus, his leathery wings were beating in the air, and he headed for me, a dark spot of teeth and claws, I was ready. I lifted the shotgun again, pressing the trigger, and the creature recoiled from the shot, I was ready for the second round.

I was ready for the dance of death, which was about to begin.

But it was fast, he was too fast, a product of abomination and darkness, and I was just a mortal man trying to fight this creature.

His claws slit my hand, tearing the flesh, and I felt a hot rush of adrenaline and pain, but I didn't let it slow me down.

I reloaded the gun and shot again, the cartridge tore the air, but this time it didn't hit so accurately.

The creature knocked the shotgun out of my hands, sending it to rotate in the mud, I found myself face to face with a monster that chased me in dreams, I was not afraid. I resigned myself to my fate, I was ready for my death, I was ready to finally meet my son.

I fought, I fought, I beat with my fists, I kicked, I bit and scratched, but it wasn't enough. The creature was too strong, too fast, too powerful, and it was like fighting a storm, a whirlwind that could not be contained.

He grabbed me, his claws plunged into my flesh, and I felt that I was lifted into the air, my body was dangling like a rag doll, I could see the bus, and these frightened children, could see the dust on the highway, see the empty fields, I finally accepted my end.

Then everything changed. A sudden force like a dark wind flew at the creature, throwing it back, it was a force unlike anything I had ever felt before, a force superior to everything I had seen, it was all so surreal.

I fell to the ground, landing hard, the wind knocked out of my lungs, and I could barely see, but I could hear the scream

of a creature, the grinding of claws on metal, and then ... silence. The silence was heavier than before, it was almost deafening.

I could hardly sit down, my vision was dim, and that's when I saw him, it wasn't what I expected. A man in the shadows, his figure is dark, his eyes burn like coals, and his presence was something like an otherworldly being. It seemed that he had been there all this time, watching from the shadows, and now he was finally ready to show himself.

Creatures, it was nowhere to be seen, it was as if he had been scared away, I could feel that whoever this man was, he was more dangerous, more powerful than the creature that had just tried to kill me.

He didn't say a word, he was just standing there, his eyes were on the bus, and it was clear that he was not here for me, that he didn't come to save me.

He came for the children.

*On behalf of Scotty*

The bus looked like a grave, a squared metal cage filled with the sounds of sobbing and superficial breathing.

The hole in the roof looked like a gaping mouth, a black void that seemed to absorb daylight, and the air was thick with the smell of fear and the metallic taste of blood. We all got together, clinging to each other in search of comfort, I felt my own body shaking with fear that I had never experienced before, I knew we would all die.

The monster's claws broke through the ceiling, debris and metal rain poured on us, and I saw this, this leathery claw, stretching down, ready to pull out one of us, I closed my eyes, waiting for the end.

The screams of others echoed in my ears, I wanted to be brave, I wanted to be a leader, but I was too scared, I was too vulnerable, I was just a child who was waiting for a monster to be killed.

Then everything calmed down. It was like a sudden click of the switch, and the screams stopped, and the shaking stopped, and the feeling of threat disappeared.

I slowly opened my eyes, my muscles tensed up, and I saw other children, their faces were pale and sunken, and their eyes widened with horror, they were all looking at the hole in the roof, as if they were all waiting for the creature to return.

That's when I saw him. He was standing outside the bus, a dark silhouette against the background of sunlight, his presence knocked him out of the rut, it was almost nervous, and it seemed that he was out of this world. I couldn't see his face, I could only see his shape, his body was a mixture of shadows, I felt fear squeeze my heart again.

He wasn't that monster, it was clear, but he was just as terrifying, maybe even more, because there was something unnatural in him, and he was like an ancient creature that went out into the world, and he watched all of us, he watched all of us, and he was waiting for something to happen.

- Who is this? I heard Minxi whispering in a trembling voice, I saw fear in her eyes, I realized that we were all thinking about the same thing. What kind of new monster was that? And what did he want from us?

He looked at us as if we were just insects, as if we were something to study, what to watch, as if he came not to help us, but to study us.

The fear of the monster was replaced by the fear of the unknown, and it was as if we were all trapped in a new kind of horror, as if we were all waiting for him to finally approach, to finally come and do ... something.

He stood there, it seemed, for an eternity, his presence with a heavy burden pressed on our already frightened souls, it was as if he studied us, evaluated and waited for the right moment to strike, and all I could do was wait and see what would happen next. We were all so scared.

*On behalf of Mark*

The creat of the creature fell silent, absorbed by the boundless, indifferent expanses of the American Midwest. Dusts danced in the broken sunlight, illuminating the torn edges of the school bus.

A sudden, almost theatrical demonstration of strength brought satisfaction. A creature similar to a poorly staged monster was easy to scare.

Predictable. The system, as I noted with a glimmer of fun, kept silent. I had no doubt that she enjoyed the performance.

My intervention was an accurate, calculated ripple on the fabric of reality, and not a manifestation of heroic altruism. I didn't need such theatricality. The instinctive fear of the creature before the unknown - in itself a form of power - was all I needed to manipulate the situation.

It was not for the sake of saving children, not directly. My goal, as always, remained the only one: to prepare the environment for what was to happen.

I stayed near the crashed bus, watching the frightened faces of the teenagers. Tapestry of youth anxiety. I noted expressions of fear and confusion. That... it was funny.

My sensory receptors processed the environment. The persistent smell of gasoline was mixed with the sugary aroma of fear. A symphony of panic whispers filled the air. I watched, the shadow among the shadows, as the driver tried to sort out the chaos, the children clung to each other in search of consolation, there was a mixture of horror and confusion on their faces.

These were interesting specimens, each of which was a tiny, fragile cog in the great machine of human existence. The car I often found quite funny.

I went even further into the shadows, my figure practically dissolved in the surrounding darkness. They were a distracting maneuver, a prelude to the main event. My role here was not to be their savior. It was in order to track, observe, allow the plot of the film to unfold.