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My whole body trembled as I stared down on him, it was as if I was a robot, not in control of my own actions. The knife squeeze against my sweaty palm and I could hear my heart pounding inside of my ears, my eyes were wide and wild as thoughts scattered away inside of my brain.

What do I do? What do I do?

I asked myself, I can't do this! But of I don't, my best friend dies. I have to make a sacrifice, my fingers squeezed tighter as I raised my hand in the air. I can't, my breathing was ragged but I tried to steady it as to not wake him. Gosh I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream and tear everything apart. My other hand came up and wrapped around the hand that was holding onto the knife, they both squeezed for dear life at what I'm about to do.

Images of Alaina tied up flashed through my mind and the possibility of what that psychopath may do to her had me squeezing the knife even harder. I bit my lips as I hesitated, was I really going to do this? It was a miracle the knife didn't fall from my hands from how hard I was shaking.

I stared at the covered body in contemplation and rocked from one foot to the other, "fuck." I breathed, I couldn't do it. I clutched the knife against my chest and tried to catch my ragged breath, tears were streaming down my face as everything that would have unfolded flashed before my eyes. I squeezed them shut to block everything out but a smack sounded throughout the room, that made them flew open.

I spun around and faced the dark but as the smack sounded again I realized that it was clapping, coming from the other side of the room and my heart dropped. Emerging from the dark was my worst nightmare; RNK. The knife slipped from my hand as horror took over my face, I didn't even realize that the sounds were loud enough to wake Kyle up but he never did.

"H-how? When?—"

I could almost hear the laugh in his voice as he replied, "well you know it was quite easy."

"You know I wasn't surprised when I saw that you couldn't do it, even when your friend was in danger."

A pang of guilt shot through my heart and I lowered my head in shame, "I love him," I whispered, glancing behind me at the person covered underneath the sheets as another set of tears began to fall. He must have been really tired if he was sleeping through this but maybe it's for the best.

RNK chuckled, "you love him?" His tone was mocking, "what if I told you that your precious professor isn't who he say he is, what if I told you that he and I aren't so different?"

I shook my head, quickly disregarding any nonsense he was about to fill it with, "Kyle would never betray me."

He went still, placed his hands behind his back and whispered, "you sound so sure."

"I am," I said with conviction.

"then you wouldn't mind removing the covers then, since you're so sure." My eyebrows flickered together as I took a quick glanced at the bed, he was right there, I could see him. Right?

I looked back at the killer and snarled, "Kyle has nothing to do with this, leave him alone and return my best friend, in going to the police after this."

My whole body felt rigid as I waited for his response, he took a small step forward and I took one back, his whisper, when it came—felt like a cold chill crawling up my back.

"Remove the covers Celine." I gulped, why was he so persistent. Kyle was underneath the covers, he was..... I looked back and my breathing became laboured, if I was so sure then why was I hesitating? I shook my head no at the same time I was reaching forward, my mouth felt so dry like if I swallowed, it would catch fire; I instinctively licked them. My fingers touched the tip of the covers and them it wrapped around it's hem, somewhere deep down I knew that I wasn't going to like what I found. Just like the other times when I chose to ignore everything but at the same time I hoped, I hoped it wasn't true and when I finally pulled the covers back my heart sank.

It felt like my whole world shattered into pieces and everything that I've ever known was a lie.

"You see?" I flinched when his voice changed into the one I knew, the all too familiar husky lilt that whispered sweet nothing into my ears. I turned to face him and sucked in a sharp breath when I came face-to-face with a pair of gray eyes, "we're no different."

My whole soul shattered and I found myself  tumbling to my knees, "it's not true." I was still in denial, he was just playing a sick joke on me, he wanted to teach me a lesson after I broke into his house.

He discarded the mask that haunted me for months on the flour and walked over to the bed, he lifted the mannequin that took his place and pressed it's head to his face, he smiled at me, "but it is Celine," his smile turned into a full on laugh, I shook my head unbelieving, this wasn't Kyle Norman.

He sighed with a chuckle, "it feels like a huge weight have been lifted off my shoulders."

A weight off his shoulders?

My body trembled with fear, my mind reeled with confusion and my fingers twitched with anger, how could he? Was messing with someone all fun and games? He was crazy, crazy to the point that I now understand what he was capable off. He sat on the bed with his eyes trained on me, gauging my every move.

I needed to get out of here and fast. I was nothing to him now, he revealed his face to me I'm the only one who knew who the RNK was. I hold the batten of Justice in my hand and I hold the truth for all lies and he knew this. My feet moved on their accord, turning in the direction of the door. A slow bone chilling smile graced his face and his eyes darkened, "you're not thinking about running are you?"