"Paul, Paul, Paul,Paul... JDJDJDJDJD... All of them.... I HATE THEM... No, no.. LOVE them..."
A scuttling sound could be heard.
"Hate, hate, love, love. Ohh, the heroes, the heroes... WE MADE THEM GONE. No, no we didn't.. So who did?"
A bright light, like a flare appeared out of the blackness, showing what might have been a woman's face at one point, but it was now torn, ripped, mauled beyond recognition.
"Blue? Blue? NNONONONONONONO. RED. NONONO!..."
The woman smiled. "Crrrrriimmsonnnn....."
"Come on, come on, come on, come on... COME ONE, COME ALL!!!" The mutilated woman cackled.
As if answering her call, other mutilated characters came from the shadows of the fancy houses, the light of the street lamps showing each and every tear of their dead, gray flesh.
Each dragged a near-dead person, and there was at least 50 of them...