Imitidoras walked slowly down the street, seemingly without a care in the world. Indeed, he stopped at various merchant carts and browsed wares, smiled at passerbys and made polite conversation to those who approached him. How he loved the calm before the storm.
He couldnt stop giggling at the thought of what these stupid cattle would be doing in only an hours time.
He slowly turned the corner at a large intersection and there before him lay his target. The Westbridge Pre-School for Exceptional Children. Ah, he thought, if this doesnt get the Filthy Hearts out en masse then I dont know what will.
He continued to giggle as he walked slowly through the front door, barring it from the inside. Moments later the tormented screams of staff and children alike rang out through the early morning like music to the ears of the deranged, psychopathic, and maniacal.
Within minutes, to any who were observant, blood could be seen seeping out from under the front door...
