The Things I Hide

The Here And Now...

Hey doods! Wow I updated! On time!
You: It's Thursday....
Me: No one asked you! Puff! It's DEFINITELY Wednesday.... What ever. It is done, and amazing if I do say so my self. Enjoy!
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I come through a door, and See Team Crafted huddled on the floor.

I come closer and stop when I realize that they are crying. Why are they crying?

I walk forwards and stop a  foot behind Bajan. Though I am close, none of them pay me any heed.

Then I see him. In the middle of  their circle, lays Jerome in a bloody heap. DEAD. Limbs, and organs lay in the heap, separate from the mangled body. Furry globs of  hair and pools of  blood are everywhere. What the crap happened?

I stare at it for a minute in sickening interest. Then I come to my senses.

" W-what happened here?" My voice was  strangled, but I didn't notice.

Bajan shifted up to his knees, and slowly turned around.

" He's dead." He whispers. His face red and puffy from tears.

"How? By who? " I asked desperately,  My voice still acting up.

Bajan gives me a second glance, and his eyes widen with everyone else's. He takes a glance back at Jerome, then me, then everyone else. He does a quick nod, and then slowly stands up, drawing his sword.

"It was you!!" He growls at me. I see a flicker of  pure hatred inside of him. The accusation was like a slap in the face .

"What?"

"YOU KILLED HIM!" He screams as he points  the sword at my face.
AND NOW, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" He finishes and I feel an insane amount of  hate build in the room. Not just from Bajan, but everyone. Sky now has his sword. Quentin now has TNT. Deadlox has an enchanted bow. All aimed at me.

I back up as he comes toward me.
"I don't know what you are talking about! I didn't do it, I swear!"

"Oh yea? Then why are you covered in blood?" He spits, and I look down.

My eyes widen, and I see it. I am covered in crimson. Thick coated crimson. How? When?

"I..Uh? Wha..?" I don't remember killing him. This isn't  fair. If I knew I did it, wouldn't have come.

Bajan rushes me and I sprint away. He chases and his sword catches my back twice.

' Ssundee! Your sword!' Derp yells at me and I remember my sheathed sword at my side. I quickly grab my sword, and turn around.

Bajan swings his sword, and I block it.  We go at it steadily, and over time I start to get tired.

His attacks be come more frequent, and my blocks become sloppy. This is not good. He swings at me with all of his might. I go to block it, and when our swords clash, my sword is flung from my hand, across the room. I shift my gaze to him in terror.

"M-Mitch... we can talk about this....."I try to bargain, raising my hands in surrender.

"No." He growls and swings his sword at me.

I scream, and clutch my side, finding a deep gash. My knees buckle, and I fall on my hands and knees in front of him.

' Beg!Ian! beg!'