"Yeah bro, he's gone, I kicked him out-" Chad was startled by a noise. The party goers began to hush. At first it was curiosity, then anxiety that began to consume the crowd, brewing slowly as they theorized about what was happening outside. Muffled voices crept quietly through the door, and it was clear a conflict was brewing. Two voices shouted, cut short by brutish impacts, then silence. The air of excitement now withdrew from the room, and as everyone stood in a stifling silence, the unmistakable sound of footsteps creaking on the porch grew louder. The silver lock, bathed in the shadowed lighting of the now disturbed gathering's lights, began to twist open. Paralyzed with fear, no soul dared make the first move even after the hinges whined, the door swung open, and FB Rust stepped inside. A bone saw held in his blood spattered right hand, he looked up from the floor at dozens of eyes staring back at him. Only this time, the glint in his eyes was different. It was driven. Vengeful. Insidious.