Chapter 5

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Killer POV

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I stopped laughing when I heard a crashing noise from upstairs. Good, I thought, there's someone in the house. I slowly walked up the stairs, planning to give whoever was up there a surprise. When I looked into the room that I had heard the sound from, there were shattered pieces of something shiny, and a girl. Before she could turn around to take in what had happened, I grabbed her from behind her and dragged her off, screaming.

"Let me go!" She yelled in muffled sounds.

"Now, why would you think I would let you go so easily, brat?" I chuckled. This girls needs to know who I am. I pressed a knife against her throat and covered her mouth with my free hand. She was struggling but I dug the knife into her throat drawing a little bit of blood. She stopped immediately. Dragging her down the stairs, I threw her on the floor next to the TV.

"If you move a single millimeter, it will be your last," I said pointing to the TV that would crush her soon enough, even if she moves or not. This girl doesn't stand a chance.

I went around the house looking for anyone else, when I saw a big door that looked like a basement door. I wonder...


Connor

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I felt a sharp pain on my head and coughed as I tried to sit up. I doubled over and felt dizzy when I tried to stand upright. Looking over at the door, I saw that it was open. My eyes skimmed over everything in the basement to make sure it was safe. I had become a little paranoid ever since I got locked up in here. Right as I was going to head up the stairs, I saw a bright green pair of eyes in the darkness, the light from upstairs dancing on them.

"I wouldn't move if I were you," a deep voice said accompanying the pair of eyes. Before I could understand what was going on, he lashed out at me with a sharp blade. The man stabbed it into my stomach and left me to bleed in the dark basement. As I was struggling to stay awake, which has been happening quite a few times, I said:

"I'm sorry Casey," and my thoughts were pulled into darkness.

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