I knew they were coming. I knew they would infest my neighborhood with their evil. I had to stop them. I had to fight back. I wasn't going to let them take my neighborhood this year. Every year it's the same. They come to my street and the streets of millions like mine. Infesting their disease upon unsuspecting victims. Not this year. Not my neighborhood. I dug through my closet. Looking for my box. My box of resistance. Finally at the bottom of the pile I found it. The reminder of my military days. My special customized AR 15. I used it in all the special ops sniper training. And all those missions I am not allowed to talk about. I took it with me to all those places I was never really at. I checked the barrel. Grabbed a box full of my modified 45 round mag with the hollow point teflon coated rounds. I looked around. Grabbed my pack of smokes and a cup of coffee. I climbed up to my roof. Determined to win the battle for the evening. I lay in the prone position for hours constantly readjusting my NODS. Finally just before dawn they came. Hundreds of them. They came swarming the streets. And with them they brought the plague. I started shooting. Remembering my training. Waiting for the natural pause in my breath then squeezing the trigger. My aim was true. Blood splattered everywhere. The streets stained red. They all fell to my rifle as the report hushed by the silencer failed to alert them of my presence. Then as the last one dropped HE came. The master. The others were just drones scouting the area. Awaiting the arrival of the big kahuna. He came down the street cocky grinning. He looked around and saw the blood and the streets littered with bodies of his obedient followers. Enraged he bared his fangs and looked around to see the one responsible for this massacre. As he looked up to the roof where I lay I saw the glint of lamplight in his eye as one lone tear fell. Then I nailed him right between the eyes. He feel collapsing dropping his cache of evil. I got down off the roof and walked up to his lifeless body. I withrew my katana from it's holster across my back. With one quick swoop I beheaded him. I lifted his head in victory like some sick distored scene from Clash of the Titans. I took his head back to my home. I emptied his head of it's grisley contents. I replaced it with stuffing and mounted it to a trophy board. Then I hung it up over the fireplace. Proud. Beaming. I had won. Victory was mine. I had finally stopped the plague that infected out children for years. I ended the screams and cries that would follow in the morning as the children fell into his trap. I had killed the evil known as Easter.