*Bryan P.O.V.*
Bryan didn't know who to trust anymore, the pain of killing effects him now. As he walks down the dirt road angrily. "How did I get myself into this?" He thought looking straight ahead. "I hope Laya is okay- no. Why am I thinking that? She was just suppose to be a target, only another face. Yet, I feel like I'm suppose to hold her and never let go.. Like I'm a better person when I'm by her side. Can't this feeling just go away? Nothing can happen, I'm a killer. I'm like the devil, but without a mask. I enjoy-enjoyed the faces of those I killed. I couldn't make her happy, I couldn't bring the sweet, adorable smile to her face. No! Stop it! Stop thinking about how much she reminds you of.." As his thoughts drifted into a rapid close. He was at a small cabin made by hand, wooden and still looks like brand new. "Surprised i'm back at this place." He murmured as he walks up the steps. He reachs the door, but stops cold. He had a strange feeling. "I heard you came back, I didn't believe it though. You said you would never come back. What happened to that? You must be in serious stuff, huh?" A familar voice called to him. A voice he never wanted to hear if he had Laya with him. "Don't believe everything you hear Cam, you never know what's true." He said without turning around, with his face down.
Cam a.k.a. Camryn, was the girl Laya reminded him of. Worse thing of all, Cam loved him. Cam had his heart on her sleeve. Cam was the love of his life, yet Cam wasn't meant to be breathing. She wasn't meant to be born. She wasn't meant to be anything, just another face. Bryan turned to face her. Camryn had the most whitest face, as snow. She had piercing blue eyes, just like Laya. She was small, like a child. He wanted her, dead. Yes, he loved her. Yes, they cared for each other. Although, Cam was oure evil. She killed several people, just for speaking to her. For looking at he strangely, she would strike. She felt nothing before Bryan. Bryan didn't have the life of killing until after Cam met him. Cam, had broken the heart of Bryan. The feeling that gave him happiness. Instead, she brought him the feeling of nothingness. The feeling of death. He could feel that feeling rising up again. "You should go now Cam, I have things to take care of." He said as he grabs the knob. "No, you don't bring her here." She said as she appears next to him. She wraps her arms around his waist and pulls closer. "This is our place." She says as she lays her head on his shoulders. Bryan brushes her off of him. "Not anymore. Like I said before, I have things to take care of." "Bryan-" Bryan slowly starts to turn away. Cam grabs him, and violently kisses him. She pushes him against the door. Bryan fell for her trap, once again. He moves his arms to her upper back. She kisses him once more, then turns away as she says, "like I said this is our place. She's not allowed." "Damnit Cam! You can't keep doing this! I don't love you anymore! You're nothing!" "You wan tto say that again!" She screams at him. "Reminder Bryan, I am the one person you can't killl." "Wrong." Bryan says as he smiles. "I care for someone else. Someone who cares for others. Who isn't as heartless as you. Who-" He stops himself. "She loves you.. She won't see it coming, you're the one who is nothing. The one who can't love anyone, but yourself and your knife. She'll realize it and leave you, like the trash you are! You worhtless piece of shit! Why do I even love you! UGH!" Cam said as she runs off in the forest. Bryan enters the cabin with a sigh.
