Voldemort's Massacre

Cal Eeps rushed out of his police cruiser with his partner, Steve Halver and rushed to join about half of the precinct that was barricaded in front of the old Bureau of Energy building that was right in the middle of downtown. With precision and purpose, each officer moved through and around the barricade, there were at least one hundred of them at the scene. As they ran out, they saw the lieutenant had men around him and was briefing them on the situation. Cal and Steve were each tossed a M16 and a bulletproof vest from nearby vans that was now distributing weapons and armor to all officers that had arrived on the scene. Several officers had taken a knee around the lieutenant and were listening intently while loading and cocking their weapons.

"We received a report of an armed man ripping through the staff that are in the building that he comes across. We were unable to receive an accurate description of the suspect because the caller, was, well...terminated mid-phone call. The caller reports that he was wearing black robes but couldn't give us a description of the face," said the uncharacteristically serious Lt. McClave.

"So, we're thinking cult murder?" said Sgt. Beloit who was just now putting on a thick black police mask.

"No, madman, there doesn't seem to be any reason in his actions. We haven't received any threats, ransom or political messages from him," responded the lieutenant.

"Orders from the captain are to set up a barricade around the building and deal with anyone leaving the building, the suspect will be given one warning to surrender and then shoot to kill," said Sgt. Gaucher as he came into the semi-circle that had formed around the lieutenant.

"Let's go! I want firing positions for that door, break into five man squads, I want one sniper, one rocket launcher and three M16 men in each squad, we don't want to take any chances," said Lt. McClave with resolve.

Cal, Steve and three of their buddies joined into a squad that held a firing position that was on the right side of the barricade of cars, vans and trucks that arced to block of the entrance. They were locked and ready to fire at any time. They took up their positions and only had to wait a short while before the suspect had come out of the tall, stone building.

The order rang out; anyone who had not been at full attention before was now. They all got behind vehicles, trees, stairs, bushes, Cal personally thought this was overkill for one suspect that now didn't seem to be armed at all. The figure was tall and looming in long, flowing, black robes that were splattered with the blood of the people working there. Cal wasn't sure what it was about him, but it reminded him of a snake. He moved quietly and leisurely, but without a sound at all. The world was hushed around him, as if cowering. The figure walked, calmly as you please out of the door, the hallway that he had just left shown for a moment while the door was ajar. The walls were red with blood and corpses littered the ground, Cal could have shot him to the ground right then, but the order hadn't come.

"Halt! You are surrounded! Resistance is futile!" boomed Sgt. Gaucher over the megaphone. The figure strolled down the stone stairs, not even bothering to notice the forces that surrounded him. A sudden feeling filled Cal, he wasn't sure what it was, it made him twitch a little and his stomach was upset for a moment or two. The figure smiled a brief smile and turned his head over his shoulder. And Cal saw his lips move for a moment, but didn't hear what he had said. All of a sudden, the wind picked up, dust was flying and bits of metal were being swept through the air and towards the building the figure had just exited. In an instant, the wind had stopped, all was quiet for a moment and Cal took his aim off the figure for a moment to look around, to see if the sudden wind had made anything happen. The figure looked back towards the line Cal was part of and Cal could have sworn he saw, a smile, a gleaming insane smile beaming from his snake-like face.

In a huge explosion the building was destroyed, the explosion silhouetted the suspect as the suspect didn't flinch or even move at all, for that matter. The building collapsed in a huge rumble that shook the earth all around them. Fire still burned as the dust settled and the figure opened his palms, his grin still vivid on his face. The feeling Cal had earlier was now confirmed, fear. Fear, as Cal had never known before in his life, it shook his mind so that he could barely think.

"BASTARD! FIRE!" screamed Sgt. Gaucher over the megaphone. Cal didn't need telling twice. He pulled on the trigger on his M16 and with blazing fury and the fear in him suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a sense of righteousness, he would smite the wicked with deadly force. The assault gun blazed away at the target, small metal shell casings falling to the ground in a fury. The gun was beginning to get warm so Cal began to fire in three-second spurs. Smoke was beginning to rise from his gun as the first salvo of rockets was fired at the target. Guns blazed all around him as the rattling grew louder and louder. A third salvo of rockets and the guns became less and less loud, Cal's M16 had run out of ammo, as Cal desperately fumbled for another clip of ammunition the smoke began to clear. Cal stopped caring about the clip for a moment as the smoke lifted and the figure still stood, as if nothing had happened at all. Every single bullet had missed; a small heap of bullets lay dormant an inch in front of him. Every rocket had decided to swerve when they were heading directly for him. Grenades lied dormant in front and to the sides of him, as if they were diffused in mid-flight.

"No way!" said Steve, throwing down his rifle, his face was filled with utter fear, "what the fuck is this guy?! I don't know about you, but, I'm getting' the fuck outta here!" Steve threw down his rifle and began to sprint away. Cal was inclined to agree. But, then, the figure spoke.

"The world will bleed," said the raspy voice that spoke with such cold calm that it invoked utter, maniacal fear into Cal's heart, "and you will be the first to join the ranks of the fallen fools."

"RUN!!!" screamed one policeman as the figure began to speak some gibberish. The officers all ran, dropping their forgotten weapons. But, with a bowl-shaking rumble the earth quivered and for a moment the fear of what lied below them preoccupied the fear of what lay behind them. All of a sudden, small holes opened up in the middle of the street, unearthing the concrete. From the small holes ripped in the middle of the street countless, red, boily, beady eyed creatures leaped from the holes like a demon out of hell, which Cal suspected they were. Each little creature laughed hysterically, sounding like twisted, horrifying children laughing their high-pitched laughs. If a horrific display their long fingers that were at the end of disproportional long arms, curved blades grew, like a pair of sickles instead of two arms. These creatures were hell-spawn; they were beasts, as Cal had never seen before, even the most horrific of nightmares. And with a sudden rush, as if from a collective mind, they all charged into the now fleeing policemen.

They each raised their bladed arms and tore into the nearest human they could find. Four of the demons had appeared directly in front of Cal and Steve.

"Shit!" Steve said pulling out a pistol from his gunbelt and pointing it at the monstrosity. It was too fast for a good aim, two of the demons charged for Steve and the other two for Cal. Cal pulled out his pistol two and began firing randomly. As he began to run backwards, he saw the two demons leap on top of Steve and cut into his flesh with an insane laughter growing from them. Blood flowed from his partner and a rush a rage filled Cal, but it was soon replaced by fear as he saw that the two demons were gaining on Cal; they were wicked fast, much faster than Cal. Cal turned and fired at one with his pistol, it had it one of the beasts between his eyes, it fell backwards and vanished from view, but the other continued its charge, not noticing it's fallen comrade. Cal continued to run but tripped over Lt. McClave's maimed and dismembered body, Cal, in a rushed panic looked up to see the demon leap on top of his chest, putting extreme pressure on his rib cage. For a moment, Cal looked into the eyes of the demon and saw the demonic, evil glint of insanity in his eyes. With an unholy speed and a high giggle of insane laughter the demon raised it's bladed arm and with a sudden swoop, Cal knew no more.