Massacre at the subway station.

 At the wonder ville subway station, the train had just arrived, braking to a stop, as it erupted a rumbling sound to the atmosphere. People were already at standby, waiting for the doors of the train to open. And when it finally did, they waited for the passengers to get off, to make way out of the train, so they could board the train.

  As the doors of the train automatically opened, crimson liquid streamed from within the train, like a gushing waterfall, bathing the standbys in blood.

 

Thud!

An object fell to the floor of the train, rolling out of it towards a lady. 

"Aaahh!!" The lady screamed loudly, drawing everyone's attention to her. The people who had been so frustrated, after being soaked by the gushing red liquid, immediately looked towards where the lady was pointing out. 

"It's a human head!" Someone from within the crowd exclaimed, raising an alarm. 

"Aaahh!!"

"Aaahh!"

"Aaahh! Somebody help." A sudden outrageous scream erupted from the entire surrounding. Someone else had decided to look further inside the train. What he saw gave in to his sudden shock.

  Headless bodies of people, chunks of flesh piled up. Blood flooded the floors of the entire train. Human parts and organs lay waste on the floor. 

"What is that?" A little boy asked, pointing inside the train. There was a monster, with the physique of a huge gray wolf, and the head of a human. This beast had dipped its entire sharp teeths, into a human hand on the floor, dragging forcefully to tear off its flesh. And when it succeeded in biting off a mouth full of human flesh from the hand, it hurriedly ate it, gulping it up just immediately. The monster was facing another direction, but its head twisted as if there was no shred of bone in its neck, twisting flexibility without any restrictions. It's head was now totally facing backwards, while it's body faced forward. It glared at the little boy evilly, and immediately, its lips curved into a powerful and huge smile. Its upper and lower jaw, broke apart, and from its head to its upper jaw, fell to its front, leaving only the lower jaw to face the child. 

  The kid could hear echoes coming from the depth of the beast's throat; "Come child, don't be afraid, take a look." The echoes reverberated within the boy's ears, tempting him to take a look. 

 The child, overwhelmed by this malevolent voice, took a step further, stepping inside the train. The people around him were shocked by his action, so they watched to see what the kid was into. They hadn't suffered any tempt, so they were ignorant about what was happening, the only thing they did was to take out their phones to take pictures and record the scene, so they could post it in their blogs and get so many followers, trending in the process. 

 They couldn't see what the child had seen, so that's why the monster made a sharp move.

As the kid drew more closer to the beast, the faint echoes became much louder. It was clearly seen that the little boy had been hypnotized. He arrived at the monster's standing spot, he gestured his head further, bending slowly to take a peek into the monster's insides. Immediately he looked, he saw an organ inside of the monster's stomach that resembles a grinding machine. The sound this special organ was releasing, frightened the child, and as the kid made to run away. The eyes of the monster opened, its eyeball rolling, drastically. And immediately, the upper jaw, along with the upper side of the head reacted, shutting close quickly, and the body of the child fell to the ground, forcefully, without a head.

"Aaahh!!" People immediately screamed, witnessing the sight. Though they couldn't tell what had happened, they just saw the headless body of a child, drop dead, and this terrified them all. They immediately raised an alarm, dashing out of the station for their lives. But before anyone could make it through the exit or the entrance door, people had already been stumbling to the floor, dead. They were either without a head, or disfigured into piles of flesh. Some escaped the unseen attacks, badly injured, but couldn't make it out of the substation.

While the bloodbath and massacre was going on, three individuals stepped out of the train, majestically, stepping onto corpses.

These individuals were men in their late thirties and early forties, dressed up in black suits, black sleeve shirts, black ties and a pair of black leather shoes, matching their uniformed attires. The man in the middle of the other men, had a slim physique, his hair was blue and he was putting on shades. The other man at his left hand side was of average physique, with gray eyes and black hair. While on his right hand side, stood a bodybuilder, about 6'ft tall. With brown eyes and brown hair as well.

They gently and majestically walked over the corpses of people, as well as the piles of disfigured humans, and pools of blood, until they were out of the station. Stepping outside, they were awaited by a vehicle and its bald headed driver, who precisely was the owner of the car. 

  "Welcome to wonder ville." The bald headed driver welcomed the men. "It is an honor to have one of the CULT's members grace our town. It is indeed a thing of joy."

"Are you certain that the information your people relayed to my people are of a true source?" The man in shades, immediately questioned. He was so straight forward when it came to running errands, such as the one he found himself in. "Are you certain?" The man asked again, clearly doubts surfaced his expression.

 "We're very certain. My people can never dare to play pranks on the cult." The driver responded sharply. He was frightened by the questioning, he was already beginning to feel uncomfortable. "My people ran a thorough check on him. We're currently keeping an eye on him, awaiting your arrival. Right about now, he's at school. Well his name is Alexander Vincent, the son of a dead soldier."

 

"Is that all?" One of the trio asked. He was the one at the left hand side of the man in shades.

"Believe me, that kid's life is worthless, he is just the son of a middle class citizen of this town." The driver added. "His life is meaningless. If he's erased, no one would question anybody." The driver chuckled.

"That's right, Mr?" The former inquired.

"Call me Mr D." The driver responded, revealing his name to them.

"Well Mr D, that meaningless life you just referred to. Is the redemption of the entire society of exorcists and devil spirits. He holds the key to change this world." The man replied. He furtherly dipped his hand into his jacket, withdrawing an old, tattered looking straw-made doll. With a faint and mumbling tune, he chatted in an ancient and diabolical language. Mr D was immediately frightened and terrified, he couldn't make out what the former was doing. He immediately drew backwards. But immediately the man halted his chanting, Mr D vanished into thin air, leaving a splash of blood on the man's face!

The man turned to one of his companions, the bulky fellow. "Nine, give me a handkerchief." He requested. And the latter, who was identified with the name NINE, retrieved a handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket, and handed it over to the former. "Here you go, Eight."

 The former who was referred to, with the name EIGHT, collected the handkerchief, wiping the blood stain off his face. Satisfying his clean and neat hygiene, he tossed the handkerchief into a nearby dumpster. "Much better now." Eight responded, taking a deep breath to feel his surroundings. And after a whole minute of inhaling, he exhaled quickly, relaxing in the process. 

 The three men took a stare at each other, to see if they were ready to begin their quest, and after verification, they boarded the car in front of them, the one owned by Mr D. Luckily for them, the vehicle's key was still intact. Nine sat in the driver's seat. He ignited the car, stepping onto the accelerator. And the vehicle zoomed into the streets of the town.

Immediately they left, the vehicles of the police, packed at the entrance of the subway station. Apart from the cops, people had already crowded the vicinity. Someone from inside the station had phoned the cops. The cops and everyone present outside the subway station, could hear the agonizing screams abrupting from inside the subway station. The captain of the police department immediately commanded the SWAT team to proceed into the station. They followed orders, marching into the subway station like experts that they are. 

 Trooping into the building, the SWAT team were immediately puzzled by the sight they witnessed. The corpses of people, scattered all over the place. Bodies missing their heads. Piles of disfigured human flesh and pools of blood.

 "What happened here?" One of the members of the SWAT team, voiced out, he was feeling terrified by the sight he gazed upon. Most of them threw up just immediately.

"Am just as shocked as you are." The leader of the SWAT team spoke. "Team, we split up here. Check for survivors, and report back if anything strange is spotted. We would regroup to handle it. Remember do not engage until we regroup." The leader added.

"Rogers, captain." The SWAT team saluted, simultaneously, before disassembling to different areas of the subway station. Surveying the entire vicinity, the only thing they could find is more and more corpses and piles of flesh. Finally, one of the SWAT team members, radioed the entire squad, through his intercoms. "I think I've found someone. He's still breathing, but can hardly tell if he will survive his current situation." The team member radioed. "Sir, are you alright?"

  The entire SWAT team regrouped, and furtherly trooped towards where the survivor was. They had all come to the conclusion that the attack at that subway station was made by terrorists. So given that the survivor was in a critical condition, they needed to get at least a bit of information from him, about what weapon was used to slaughter the civilians in the subway station, or who butchered them all. At least a little bit of information would do. The captain of the police department had joined them, he too was shocked to gaze on such a heartless sight. He even commented on the scene; "Whoever did these is highly inhumane and without a heart for showing remorse."  The police department couldn't point the cause of such a tragic incident, on the wild animals, anymore. They themselves knew something was off. And they needed to act fast. 

   They hurriedly rushed towards the only surviving victim of the tragic incident. Who lied flat on the floor. All four of his limbs were ripped apart, he was even very lucky to have still been alive. He was lying in his own pool of blood. His skin tone was already pale, and he was sure to breathe his last breath anytime soon. 

 One would ask why didn't the cops call an ambulance and immediately put the man into treatment. But the man's condition was far from recovering. If it hadn't been that a seal was placed on him to disallow him from dying. The man would have been dead for a long time. 

"Sire, what happened here?" The captain of the police department asked. His eyes locked to that of the man's, whose eyes were widely opened and losing its color and beauty already.

"M..M..Monsters!" The man exclaimed with a faint and dying tune.

"Monsters?" The captain inquired.

"Y..Yes. lots of them. We couldn't see them! They attacked us from…" The man finally breathed his last. Seems like whatever spell was placed on him to prevent him from dying, had wear off.

  "He's dead." One of the cops responded.

  "Wait, did he just say monsters?" Another cop inquired. They all stared at each other, feeling frightened.