We Live To See The End

Kristoffer Gets Turned Into Into A Pavement Pancake

Somehow, Cheri, Gia, and Yen have all snuck in behind Alexis, and are waiting for somebody to make the first move. Suddenly, everything starts to compute in his brain. Alexis knew this was going to happen. She knows something is off every single time. They must've snuck in behind her when he was too focused on Alexis – or would it be Ashton? Whatever. Kristoffer sees something in his peripherals. Niall is lifting his hand with the gun up.

'Trenton, no, stop-'

'You're brave, little missy. Very brave,' Niall tilts his head in opposite directions, 'What, a little girl, the one I put a few bullets through a few years ago and... whoever this other one is. I don't expect mu-'

Alexis morphs into Eudora. She grows taller, and her hair straightening out and shortening. Kristoffer feels his throat run dry, his eyes expanding to the size of the moon. When she speaks, her voice is Eudora's. A carbon copy, 'Keep talking, Niall.'

Niall freezes, his hands beginning to shake at the sound Eudora's voice. Kristoffer sees the tears forming in his eyes. He takes a trembling step forward, wanting to stand up to the women standing in front of him, prepared to fight, 'He might be cruel, but that wasn't warranted...'

Kristoffer is cut off mid-sentence by the feeling of a sharp tug at his back, as if the world is tugging him away. It can't be Niall, he's too far away. His eyes turn slowly toward Yen. Her fingers curl into a malevolent clenched fist, and something sends him flying through the air. His back hits high up on a towering oak tree, full of branches that scratch and scrape him as he lands back onto the concrete. His vision begins to haze over. A horrible stinging feeling rips through his forehead, and he moves his quivering hands to the source of the feeling. Through his clouded vision and tingling senses, he can make out that he is bleeding pretty badly. He sees the silhouette of a blonde man in a hoodie running away as fast as he can.

'Yen! We aren't trying to kill him!'

'Oops.'

'Shit, that can't be good.'

'Gia, can you... just, call someone, please?'

The outline of a person with cherry red hair and pale green eyes comes into his hazy vision. The smell of fake, cheap strawberry perfume is the most prominent thing in his mind as he feels himself fade away. He just wishes he can have a little more time to keep alive.

The last thing he hears before his world fades to black is Cheri gently saying, 'You're going to be okay, I'm sorry.'

Her arms wrap around his limp body before he doesn't remember anything.