The handle is fisted in my grip. I stick out two fingers, pausing for a few seconds to make sure the signal is seen before tucking them back in. And then I look down at the girl. “Close your eyes,” I whisper. “And don’t open them until I tell you to.” Her lip wobbles, but she listens, closing her eyes to the horror that will happen around her. Gripping the blade tightly, I lift it up and swipe my arm to the left. Directly into the frat boy's throat. The chanting stutters before stopping completely, gasps ringing out as the boy beside me suffocates on his blood. I jerk the blade out, the suctioning noise swallowed by his choked gasps. He’s staring at me, eyes wide with disbelief. And then he collapses, no longer capable of holding himself up. Gunshots ring out. A security guard stationed behind me falls to the ground, his brain matter splattered into the shadows. That was the trigger. The entire room bursts into action. Panicked screams and running bodies aim for the exit. I don't let Larry make it a step before the curved blade is plundering through his eye. Glasses and everything. His body convulses, and then collapses when I rip it out of his head, the suctioning noise lost in the chaos. I look down at frat boy, and watch him take his last breath, the life snuffed out from his eyes. And I smile. Michael erupts from the shadows, running towards me. When he’s close enough, he flings a gun at me. I snatch the weapon in the air and face the direction the black figure disappeared off into. Urgency flooding my veins, I glance down at the little girl, her eyes still faithfully closed. Blood is splattered across her body, and I hate that evil still managed to touch her. Slipping the hood off my face, I lean down over the girl. “Open your eyes, pretty girl. But I want you to look only at me, okay?” Slowly, she cracks them open. The tears have dried, but her face is still twisted with panic. “My friend here is going to take care of you. He’s going to make sure you get back to your mommy, okay?” Immediately, she bursts into tears again. I swipe her blonde hair from her face. “It’s okay, pretty girl. What I want you to do is keep your eyes on him and only him. Close them if you have to. He’II let you know when it’s safe.” “Okay,” she whispers, her little voice cracked. She nods, and I gently sweep a tear from her face before straightening my spine.