Six Nights At The Asylum

(10) Day Six: Time's Up (10)

I turned around to see white teeth shining in the light of Layla's flashlight.

"You ran out of time," said the figure in the doorway. "Time to die..."

Layla dropped her flashlight and ran full speed at her.

"Layla no-" I was cut of by Layla's screams of anger.

"I hate you!" Layla yelled as she reached her. The figure sighed and kicked Layla; she fell on the ground and looked at the figure with pure hatred. Jess and I were too stunned to move.

"I was hoping a slow death for you." Layla opened her mouth to say something, but the figure slid the knife into her throat. Layla let out a gurgling sound before going limp. That's when I snapped out of it.

I grabbed my First Aid Kit scissors and lunged at the figure. She must've saw me, because she grabbed my neck and slammed me against the wall. I yelped, and she disarmed me of the scissors with her free hand.

"No!" Jess stumbled towards me.

"Stay back!" The figure hissed, tightening her grip. I choked and tried to get her hand off, black spots floating across my vision.

Jess' POV:
I froze in my tracks, the sight of Livy being held against the wall by her neck was unbearable.

"Please don't do this," I pleaded. The figure scoffed.

"That's what they all say," she muttered. "Let me guess, you will do anything I want as long as I don't kill her?"

I nodded.

"Come here then," she said. I could see her teeth shining from the light of the flashlight. I hesitated. "Or she dies," she said, tightening her grip even more. Livy looked at me, secretly pleading me not too. We both know that she just wants to kill me. I walked over to the figure and sighed, defeated.

"Jess... no." Livy's voice was raspy. I made sure not to looks at her eyes.

"Be quiet!" The figure threw Livy on the ground and the last thing I saw was a flash of silver before darkness.

Livy's POV:
I gasped for breath as I landed, clutching my throat. Then I saw the figure impale Jess. Tears welled up in my eyes. The figure walked to me and squatted.

"Just end it." I looked away from Jess. She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her.

"Oh no. I have something different planned for you," she said, grabbing the hood of her hoodie and pulling it back. Two icy blue eyes stared back at me.

"Kay?" I asked, astonished. That infuriated her.

"No, I'm Jennifer. Little Jenny." She said her nick name without love.

"Kay never told me she had a sister."

"Twin sister," she corrected through her teeth. "My family acted as if I never existed after something 'I' did. They never even visited me!"

I flinched.

"My sister was always mean to me, so one day, I decided I would end it... end her." She grinned. "Our parents were going out to dinner with some friends and I went to her room with a knife and was about to do it, but she called the cops and was able to outrun me during the time they were coming. I was arrested and put into a mental institute for trying to teach my sister a lesson. So I taught it to her when I escaped."

"You killed Kay?" My face paled as her grin widened. "I promised her I would killed everyone she loved and cared about before I killed her. You six made it easier for me." A pang of anger went through me. She smirked when she saw my expression.

"The red-haired boy was smart, it was a shame to kill him first, but he was trying to escape. His death was slow and painful, as a punishment." She paused before continuing. "The other two's deaths were quick but I made sure that they looked me in the eye before I killed them. Their expressions were priceless. As for these two-" She gestured at Jess and Layla's bodies. "You know what happened to them. As for you... a slow, painful death that will pay for theirs." She raised her knife and something sprung inside of me. This is the person that killed all my friends.

"Are you ready?" She smiled.

Jenny's POV:
This was going to be so good, once I kill this pesky little friend of Kay's, I can do whatever I want. I raised my blade over my head, making sure I got a good look in her eyes before I-

She returned my smile, breaking me off of my thoughts.

"The question is... are you?" She asked, pushing herself into a standing position. I was too stunned to do anything; no one acted this way to me. I started to bring down the knife but she caught my wrist and twisted it until I dropped the knife. She picked it up, not letting go of me.

"Time's up," she hissed, her voice sending chills down my spine as I realized she copied my words from before. The last thing I saw was her psychotic smile before she brought down my blade.

Livy's POV:
I dropped the blade as her body crumpled to the floor. I just killed someone in cold blood. I turned to Layla and ran to her.

"Layla, wake up." I shook her. "Layla!" I turned and looked at Jess. I knelt down next to him.

"Jess, wake up," I repeated to Jess. "Please?" I grabbed his shoulders and shook him gently. He stirred, a small movement, but I saw it.

"Livy?" He whispered. His eyes opened. "How bad is it?" The cut. I looked at his stomach, suddenly feeling nauseous. Blood oozed from the deep cut in his chest. When I didn't answer, he tried to sit up, but he slammed back down. The pain must be unbearable.

"It hurts, Livy." His gaze was beginning to drift away, like he was sleepy. I touched my forehead against his.

"You're okay, Jess." I looked at him with pleading eyes. "Case will come soon and they will bring help. Everything will be okay."

He shook his head. "It's too late..." He closed his eyes and went limp. 

"Jess?" Tears rolled down my cheeks, hot and wet. "Jess, wake up. Jess!" He made no movement. I laid him down and wiped my tears away. An unknown type of anger replaced my sadness. A need for revenge was my new longing.

I don't belong here, everyone is my enemy. They will pay for what they did to me...