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"Shit... Dude- Please get up..."

My voice echoed through the dark room, bouncing off of the stone walls and returning right back with no place to go.

I looked at my friend lying in front of me, his body arching as he gasped for air.

The scent of blood was thick in the air, but I couldn't be bothered about that right now. Despite my hands being stained with red, I wiped the unpigmented bangs from his face, and held him close.

"You're okay. You're going to be just fine." I repeatedly told him. Truth is, rather than trying to comfort him, I think I was trying to comfort myself.

I heard a light chuckle, and my head jerked back to the small frame that stood behind me. I felt myself clenching my teeth at the sound, a once sweet sound that once made my heart pound, to a sound that now made my blood boil.

"Why..." I panted, laying the boy onto the stone floor and pulling myself onto my feet. "Why the hell are you doing this?!"

"Why?" The figure before me repeated, cocking his head to one side. "It's kinda my job?"

"But I'm not finished! I have to get rid of you too, before my job is complete." The figure continued with a big grin. He held up a knife towards my neck. I didn't flinch. I couldn't. I didn't take my eyes away from his. Those eyes I trusted for so long.

But there was no way out of this now. I took a step towards him, the cold metal of the knife lightly gliding over my skin. He seemed amused, and the knife lowered slowly, dragging over my shirt.

"So I guess this is how it ends, huh." He spoke, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

I remained silent, being sure to not make any quick movements.

He was right, though. This is how it ends.

One of us is going to have to die.