Andy stood in the doorway of the kitchen,"where is Juliet, Greg?" He growled across the room. Greg stood there holding a long, metal pole. It had a red substance at the end and Andy knew what it was. Greg grinned. The room was silent,"Greg, where is Juliet?" Andy asked once more. He took a deep breath in and choked on the thick, putrid air. Greg loosened his grip and the pole fell to the ground, making a loud smashing noise as it hit the kitchen tiles. He licked his lips, satisfied by all the silence in the air. A dark, uncomfortable smile flew across his face and, in a moment, was gone, "Greg, what did you do to Juliet?" Andy raised his voice. His voice seemed alarmed and anxious. Like deep down he wished he didn't know what greg had done. He bit his lip. Greg licked his bloody fingers leaving his teeth stained red. He smirked at Andy evilly.
