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Chapter fourteen

Chapter fourteen.

~continuing in Keaton's POV~

I tried to slow my breathing and stop my trembling as I neared Justin's sleeping form. How could I disable him? I didn't want to kill him, I don't think I could if I tried!

Wait!

He injected Ally with something and made him sleep! What if I injected him too? But he could wake up.

I crept to Ally's abandoned clothes and dug out his gun. I didn't know how to use one, but I figure, pulling the trigger makes it work right?

My heart sped as I walked back to Justin's side. I pointed the gun at him and kneeled down to his suit case. Opening it, I winced at the soft click it made and looked to Justin. He didn't wake up. Thank god.

My chest felt tight when I saw all the little bottles, all different colors. No labels, nothing. Just bottles with colored liquid.

Trembling, I picked up a syringe and the bottle with clear liquid. This had to work, oh please god! Let it work!

With a deep breath, I plunged the syringe into the bottle and pulled the back to suck it into the glass. When it was full, I taped it to make the air escape. I smiled as I had learned this from nursing school.

Looking back to the bed, Justin still laid. Standing up, I leaned over the bed keeping my gun pointed at him. What if I had to kill him? I wasn't afraid to die. I was afraid of anyone else dying. But could I be forgiven? I hoped so if I was drawn to it. Last resort, I reminded myself.

Justin was on his stomach, arm wrapped around Ally, who laid motionless, barely breathing. Should I just plunge it in? I couldn't ind his vein at this angle.

"Breath." I whispered to myself.

Keeping my gun in my right hand pointed at Justin, I used my left hand to quickly plunge it into his upper arm and squeeze the medication into his body.

Justin's eyes snapped open and I back up. His eyes find the empty syringe still hanging in his skin. He jerked it out with a frustrated scream. "What did you inject into me?"

Trembling, I pointed the gun to him. "I don't know."

"What color was it?"

"Clear."

His eyes go wide. "You fool! I made that! It's acid! It's going to kill me!"

Shock goes through me. No! I couldn't kill him! The fact that I had sent someone to death made me feel sick. "I'm so sorry." I trembled truthfully.

His eyes narrowed. "How are you sorry? I killed so many people, even fucked your boyfriend."

I sighed and looked at him, still holding the gun in a tight grip. "I know, but nobody deserves to be murdered. Even a murderer. I'm so sorry. I only meant to get you to sleep. You aren't suppose to die!"

He cried out and my eyes snapped to his arm. It had started to eat away his skin, revealing the red muscles and veins. Blood rushed from the slow growing wound, staining the pure white sheets. "You bitch!" He roared. "I'm going to kill you!"

He sluggishly lunges at me, knocking the gun from my grip and pushing me into the floor. His hands wrap around my neck cutting my breathing off. Panicking, I start to claw at his face. Bringing my knee up, I hit him right In the balls. He fell to the side clutching himself. This is the wall where Madison and I were tied. The knife! It's somewhere!

Feverishly, I began to look for the knife.

"Looking for this?" Justin growls. He limps up on now bleeding and dissolving legs. He's losing blood, and quickly.

He lunges, but with the blood loss, his movements are sluggish and sloppy, I easily hop backwards towards the gun. Justin pants falling to his knees and I almost scream as his right cheek starts to dissolve, and quickly. His lips quickly follow revealing his teeth and gums. He screams and falls.

I'm quick to grab the gun and point it at him. Watching as his chest joins in on the dissolving, his body soon becomes nothing but muscle and veins, breaking veins. He's now heavily bleeding from his entire. Body.

His heart now visible, burst, spreading blood all over the room, even covering me. I can't hold it in any longer. I scream.

'Get help!' A small voice screams in my head. It's right.

Sucking it up, I run to the hotels phone and quickly press 911. Not even a ring back. Investigating, I see the cord has been cut.

Looking back to the almost to bones Justin, I decide it's safe. His heart exploded. He's very much dead.

But I'm scared to leave Ally. Running to his naked form I start to shake him. He doesn't even blink. But he's breathing. The window, I decide. I've never broken anything on purpose. But nows the time. I have to get Ally to a doctor.

Picking up the disabled phone, I threw it at the window, only for it to bounce off. But it cracked. Grabbing the phone again, I ran to the window and started to slam the phone against it. After three times, it shattered. I turned my head away to protect my eyes. Opening them, I looked down to see cops. "Help!" I screamed.

The quickly look up and rush off. Hopefully to get help.

Crawling onto the bed, I cuddle into Ally pointing at the door with a gun. Just in case.

Minutes later, the door is broken down and a man I remember fiercely demanding I do multiple test while being questioned.

Screaming, I point the gun at him.

"Keaton! It's ok! It's me! Alexander's boss!" He holds his hands up in a surrender motion. I drop the gun and fall into sobs.

"Please help Ally! He's been injected with something and won't wake up!" Cops swarm the room. One I remember as a doctor rushes to me and starts to check me. I smack him away terrified of Ally dying. "Not me! Help Ally!"

He frowns. "You need stitches!"

What? "What?"

He points to my stomach, which as been gashes open. How had I not even noticed this? Now that he mentioned it, everything seemed to suddenly hurt. "I feel faint." I whisper. He opens his mouth but I hear nothing, blackness soon takes over.

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