The dancer

    "Who are you?! Stop it! You're hurting them," I yelled at a cloaked man. "Why are you doing this?!" I stood in fear as he murdered everyone insight. He killed my friends, my family, every one. They all were running away from the murder, everyone but me. I was frozen in place, i wanted to run for my life, but it was like someone or something was holding me in place.
    I was terrified, but at the same time, i was mesmerized by his movements. It was almost as if he was dancing. His graceful steps and swings of his sword that cut through flesh and bone in one swipe. His deadly dance over came everyone, everyone but me.
    Once the dance was over he turned to me. Again i wanted to runaway, but i couldn't move. I felt so helpless, scared, no, horrified! The man who had killed every one, now had his sights set on me.
    At the beginning of his dance his cloak was a light brown color, but now it was a deep red, his sword dripped crimson, and on his almost kind face had an evil smile. His light brown eyes cut into my soul.
    "Wh-who are you," i demanded, trembling.
    "Don't be afraid Alex. I did this for you," he said ghostly and calm.
    "Who are you?!" I yelled in his face. His smile only grew wider and he chuckled darkly.
    "Why, my dear Alex.. I.. am you." I looked down at my hands. I was holding the sword. Wearing the bloody cloak. It was me. I did this. I was the dancer.
    I smirked and started laughing. My laugh echoed in the dark moonless night. "Now," i said to the emptiness, "i shall find more people to dance with!"