Prologue

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The pool of blood seeps through the hard wood floor, leaving a deep maroon stain. A faint buzzing sound echoes through the vacant house while a heavy layer of dust hangs in the air. 

"You did it! You did it! Die! Die! Die!" 

Two corpses lay heaped on top of each other, the brown tinge of dry blood covering each. Flies buzz around them while various other insect eat away at the decaying carcasses. 

"You did it! You did it! Die! Die! Die!" 

One is of a female, several stab wounds puncturing her skull,while the other is male, his face caved in to a now hollow skull. Not a single sound in heard beside the droning of the flies... All is quiet... 

"Die! Die! Die! You did it!

On the far wall is a small closet, the handle once golden now speckled with blood. The door is cracked slightly, allowing a little light into the tight enclosure. 

"You...Did... It. You let them go..." 

With inside there is a silhouette of an older boy that lies curled up as he rocks from side to side, muttering various things under his breath. Strands of auburn hair are held fast to his forehead and face with sweat while his wide, brown eyes are ringed with red veins, swollen, and blood shot. 

"They're gone... Not here... Not here," he mutters constantly. He swallows the dry lump of pile in his throat that has been there for hours now, still unable to down it. "Gone... Not here...Not here... Alone." 

"You did it! DIE! DIE! DIE!" 

He'd cry if he could but there were no more tears left to shed... It was only him and the voices now. They were all his voice. The man who did it... The voices, they kept him company... But he didn't want company. He wanted to be alone... He wanted to die... Why couldn't the man take him too? 

"Pathetic boy...You did this...You hid... You're a coward...

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