ten // 5sos

1.6

WHY DID I HAVE NO PROBLEM KILLING OFF LUCIFER WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME. (guess he's not the killer ooh. )

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Rushes of water comes tumbling out of the stainless steel faucet and landing on the formerly dry hands. The warm liquid cascades down the sides of their hands, and finds itself tainted with red after making contact. The crimson water goes down the faucet.

All traces of blood are removed from their soft hands and palms are covered in suds. The water rinses away the soap and they dry their hands, rinsing out the sink when they finish.

"What are you doing, Michael?" A frantic Stephanie asks, eyes having been on him since he walked in from the back.

His eyes dart up towards the back and they stare blankly at what his eyes catch. "Washing my hands. " He mumbles in a manner that allows only her to hear. He dabs a paper towel over his lower arms.

"Why?" Another interrogative word pops out of the girl's mouth. "What's going on out there?" She steps behind him and attempts to peer out through the window. Her efforts in vain with the window being a few inches to high.

He shrugs his shoulders and walks away, going into the living room nonchalantly. Stephanie looks over her shoulder suspiciously in his direction. She makes her way out to the courtyard and is horrified by the sight of flies buzzing around a dismembered boy.

A harsh breath escapes from her lips as she views the barely recognisable body. A few outstanding features make it possible to identify the fallen. The sandy blond hair, the nose, which was on the other side of the courtyard; and the foot she found next to his heart.

His torso has been severed in two, and his legs removed from their sockets and split in fours. The arms are amputated, and hacked off again at the elbow area. He has been decapitated and the head rests on a tree stump. Blue eyes wide open in fright.

His body's soaked in blood.

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Two days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 50 seconds.

Three days exactly.

They have been there for three days. Three long excruciating days where many have died.

Simoné wishes she could freeze time.

No wait,

She wishes she could rewind to the start, before it all went horribly wrong.

When Max was an annoying bitch,

When Luke was naive, and alive.

When Candace was around to bug everyone with her co-signing with Max, and her bragging about her latest haul.

When Calum was healthy and not on his deathbed.

When Ashton smiled.

And Raven.

Oh boy, does she miss her. Her best, and only true friend. If she only had the time to tell her who the killer was, the rest of them could've survived.

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Ok to be quite honest, I think this story's ending soon (like in the 20's) ...

Before you get all like WHAT NO I LOVE THIS (lol no)

I must add that I'm a high schooler now and I get hw everyday. (And i'm in all honors & 1 AP course)

I was able to finish heartbreak over the course of a schoolyear(aug-april)

But now I have like five active stories.

The good news is: This will become my most updated story until I finish it. I've decided to focus on one story at a time to avoid feeling overwhelmed.

So it's really not bad news.

summary: I'M GOING TO UPDATE THIS AS MUCH AS I POSSIBLY CAN.