There was three voices around him, and one kicked him...then there was a sound of commotion in the clearing, a lot of cussing, and crying...and silence.
The girl withdrew a gun, and the other two stood around him. She looked past Willard, and smiled. "...Start the truck!" She yelled, and then there was rumbling...they were gone, except for the three.
She turned to him. "..Simply? you." She said. "...Meaning your people in general. Now...run a long, we have enough...unless you want to join them."
The feild, was empty of his family. There was three men laid dead, killed, and much blood, but no trace of the family; and not all of the blood was human.
Willard dropped to his knees, shocked. "my..my.." he cried, his family, hos precious family.. was gone, all gone. "no..no..not Axie..not Luneth, not Kiara.." he sobbed, he couldn't beleive this. His head puned and he laid on the ground.. he tasted a little blood, it tasted like Axie's.
The tire tracks led away from them, in a road. The lady, with her work done, kicked him over with a smug smile. The minds of te wicked were cruel indeed, she enjoyed seeing the reactions of her victums after their familys were severed from their lives.
Willard shot up, growling. He gre his claws and ripped them out, he threw one... it hit the woman, right in the eye. He smirked nad ten dissapeared into the night, flying.
The woman let out a piercing screech, falling to the ground, rolling- he blue eyes were bloody and white on both sides, even though she had only been hit in the one eye. Her cries could be heard, even in the clouds.