There she lay. Crissy Cunningham, crumpled up like paper. He knew they'd blame him. He had to leave. He had to get as far away from this as possible. And he intended to. But then he noticed a crack opening up in the ceiling, and a hand pushed it's way through. The next thing he knew, a whole other girl dropped into the room, hitting the floor with a thump. She let out a gasp, wiping the goo from her eyes.
"What the fuck?" He breathed, and she looked up at him.
"Dustin..." She muttered. "Where is he?"
"Um, home probably... who the hell are you?"
"His sister."
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