"Snicker-snack, Snicker-snack"

The blade went across the head, severing the cheeks from the chin
It cut through, the bone, the muscle, the tissue, the flesh
Its metallic frame, gleaming with savage glee..

Its desire had been given,
Its wicked hunger had been sated,
And its rage calmed...
Calmed by spilling the blood of its slain,
Its evil, drunk with peace,
And its wielder, overflowing with power,
And the body of his victim lay before him,
It lay there... twitching...

A child... a boy... no older than 7...
The man smiled, and crushed the severed upper skull,
A swift movement of his heel,
A wicked crunch, a squishy one at that...

And then the man bent down, and gazed upon the poor child,
His crystal blues eyes were lovely, and his curly black hair tousled,
Only yesterday did the young child learn his father had come home,
Only yesterday did he learn he was to leave his village and live in the city,
Only yesterday did he meet his enigmatic friend, only to die by his blade,
And he gazed down upon him, and looked pitiful, wretched, and sad....

Pity I had to kill you, he said, and here I thought you had potential...

He got up, the murderous wretch, and most shamelessly,
He unbuttoned his pants, and doing so without care or dignity,
He relieved himself on the severed head of the boy, grunting...

Feeling better after his quiet discomfort, his fixed himself,
And adding on to his burden, he took the boy's body upon his shoulders
I think I'll make use of this, he chuckled wickedly, been a while since I bedded a stiff all to me 'self
And with that, he left the barn of the farmer and walked on,
He left the land behind and found his way onto the main road...

And from there he turned off at a clearing...

And ventured out into the darkness...
His lustful appetites for such that requires the lifeless...
Beckoning him...

The head was found by a lowly farmer the following morning,
The eyes the only clue to the identity of the dead,
And once word spread, fear gripped the villages,

The Age of Fear had begun....