Heatwave
“People of this city!” He crowed. “Surrender to me! No one’s coming to save you. I’ll open up the doors to Hell for you right now!”
No one acknowledged him. They continued running and panicking as they did. Oh, he forgot. They couldn’t see him.
Such a pity. He formed a handful of feathers and with deadly aim, threw them so they were embedded in the bodies of those closest to him. Then he did it again, and once more. It was their loss that they were so weak, really. He would put them all out of their misery now.
The Grand Central clock ticked and rang a dolorous dirge of bloodshed. Now the slaughter had begun.