Knocking on Death's Door

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(Don't play music yet!)

Lacey POV

Once we are safe inside the cave, I propped Brandon up on the wall. He let out a breath and said, "Lacey, don't worry about me. I would die for you. And I know you would do the same for me. So I love you." He kissed me.
"What do you mean? Wha-" I was cut off, because Mr. I'd Die For You, decided to get up and walk out of the cave!
"I'll see you on the other side, Lace." He says.
"What?" I stand. Following Brandon, I ran out of the cave and hid behind a tree.

"If you want me Jerry, come and get me!" He yelled to the sky. Then, Jerry was there.
"If you insist. Lacey! Get out from behind that tree! I've had a change of plans." He reaches behind him and pulls out a knife. A murderous glint in his crimson eyes, he begins to lower the knife.

(Play music)

"One, two, Jerry's coming for you." He pointed the knife at me.
"Three, four, better lock your doors." He disappear and reappears behind Brandon.
"Five, six, get your crucifix." He quickly wraps his arms around Brandon and holds the knife to his throat.
"Seven, eight, can you stay awake?" He snaps his fingers and I have ropes around me, preventing me from moving.
"Nine, ten, never sleep again." He whispers. And Esmeralda and Kyle appear in front of me. Suspended in the air my chains of darkness. I can't help it, I scream.

A gag appears in my mouth and I choke.
I manage to spit it out somehow and remember my pocket knife in my back pocket! I wriggle it out and start cutting. All the while, Jerry cuts deeper into Brandon's neck. I saw faster and faster, until my ropes are cut. Blood spills onto the ground. I look at B's neck. It's a bloody mess.

"I have always loved you." He said.
"I love you too." I say.
"Let's just speed this up." Jerry said.
He cuts Brandon's head off and it rolls toward me. I scream. And then, Jerry grabs me and I'm practically knocking on Death's door.

My fist connects with Jerry's face. It doesn't do anything damage-wise, but I felt a flicker of hope. But Jerry snuffed it out when he gripped my neck hard and poofed us to the edge of a cliff.

I choked and pounded on his fists to loosen his grip. My face turning purple and gasping for air, Jerry dangled me over the cliff.
"Do.... it..." I manage.
And he does it. Then I'm falling.

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