Warmth

All traps failed. The few that chose to face me, fell by the weight on me. I was every where I needed to be. Smiles of joy quickly turn to horror as they saw there was no escaping me. No matter which direction they chose to run they ran to me. Their mouths dropped like they had never seen this Skeleton before. The warmth on my hands can not stain my bones, I had no reason to hold back. They were heart less so I removed their hearts. Necks that once turned up to watch me hang found themselves snapped. In the time I conducted my slaughter I had the world I wanted, a world of consequences.