Kill All Your Friends

Chapter Nineteen: So Close...

In and instant the killer barged into Harry knocking him to the ground, 'THE KILLER'S HERE' he screamed while standing up, they sprinted around the top floor like maniacs, Harry just fast enough to keep up, corner after corner the killer couldn't shake him off. Pissed from Liam's death Harry sprinted like the light and gained on him every second, slowly, but surely. The killer would be bought to the consequences, for Billy, for Reuben, for Liam, for those horrific sights, for everything. They went down to the second floor and Harry was almost their. One. More. Second. The killer dropped down and Harry tripped straight over and the killer threw 2 knifes at both his feet, 'your time isn't yet' the killer gave out then sprinted, harry didn't hear this, he was concentrating on something else. He was concentrating on the two blood stained pieces of metal sticking out of both his feet with blood spurting out. In this situation you should keep in both the knifes to prevent major bleeding, Harry wasn't medically trained or good in stress or panic so he yanks both out and crawls up to the wall and whimpers. From the people that came two were missing but Harry didn't want to concentrate on faces, he just wanted to be unconscious and hopes when he wakes up that the killer is caught, his feet are fixed. And that he was out of this stupid fucking mansion. Just before he slipped into sleep a thought stained his mind, 'Who was missi..' gone. His thoughts, his ideas, his conscious. Gone. Harry woke up in a room unfamiliar to him, his feet were stitched up and Sophia was by his side, 'are you okay?' she softly said, to Harry the voice was like butter, 'no idea' he chuckled 'has the killer been caught and where am I and how long was I out', Sophia overwhelmed by the question started with 'errm', Harry fount it cute and smiled encouragingly, 'I don't know how to tell you this but no they haven't been caught, your in a spare bedroom and you was out for 2 hours' Sophia explained, Harry wanted to scream but kept it in for Sophia and was glad she waited but he wanted to just get up no matter how much his feet were hurting and scream, he was too close