A Killer's Toy

A kind young boy walks to his car.
The night air is cool and is not what makes his hair stand up, but it is the two dark figures leaning on his car.
He doesn't know who they are or what they want, but he is to close to walk away.
He swallows and start toward the figures. He goes to speak but there is a a banging in his head.
No, it's not in his head, it's on his head.
A toy is crushing his skull. He can't breathe on the hard concrete and feels every muscle in his body tense  whenever the blow occurs yet again. The other figure is destroying his ribs. He is in to much burning pain to let out a scream for help, for mercy.
The two demons are finished and scurry away.
The boy is left on the ground, slipping away. And wonder who they were and why? Why?
That's all he can think since the rest of his thoughts have been crushed to dust.
The weapon is left next to him. It's wooden and long.
What was once a child's toy is now the killers.