Trust (Youtuber Fanfiction)

Murder part 3

We enter the house, I tried to keep as calm as possible to try and not be suspicious in someone else's eyes.

Me and Cry walked on ahead, and the others decided to follow, we ended up in a living area.

I sat down on the sofa and continued to contain my guilt. I need to think on how I'm going to do this.

The others sat down, and Syndicate pulled out a gun from his pocket.

"Right, we all know that someone in this room is a murderer, and they are not going to give up their position, so if any of you act suspicious in any way, you are dead. Here's the plan, we all split up, it will be a major bloodbath if we all stay together."

We all nodded and stood up. The door opened and we all turned to face whatever opened it.

Seananners stood at the door, holding it open with one of his hands.

"Did you guys forget I was here too?" He says, almost laughing. Pewds and Mark started laughing, as did Syndicate.

"Oops sorry, anyway, split up." He finished, nodding towards Seananners.

I tugged on the rim of Cry's shirt, grabbing his attention. He looked towards me.

"Can I stay with you, I don't want to be on my own." I said, making my eyes seem scared, which wasn't hard.

Cry nodded and grabbed my hand.

"Yes, you can."

I smiled and walked along with him, I need to come up with a plan. I can't become friends with any of them, because I'm a wimp and won't bring myself to kill them.

I would have to kill the sheriff first, and kick the gun away. Just to be safe.

I followed Cry into a room and sat down next to a big fireplace. We faced eachother.

"So...should we wait it out?" Cry asked. I nodded, I will have to come up with an excuse to leave sometime.

We both snapped our heads towards the door as a squeaking sound erupted.

"It's only me." Syndicate whispered.

I started to get nervous, and looked at Cry with nervousness on my face. He gave me a look of confusion.

"I hate guns." I whispered, just so Cry could hear me. He nodded in response and Syndicate came and sat with us.

"So, the murderer hasn't struck yet, so I'll just chill here, unless one of you is the murderer."

We both shook our heads, and I found myself shaking in fright. Syndicate looked at me, and pulled up his gun.

"Why are you so nervous?"

I started to shake more. And Cry stuck up for me.

"She's scared of guns."

Syndicate looked at me, a look of confusion, and then suspicion took over his face.

"I wonder why."

He loaded the gun, and I shuffled back in fright. He was going to actually shoot me.

"Run!" Cry shout-whispered, I nodded and stood up, running out of the door and in hot pursuit by Syndicate.

I made a beeline for a room, and headed towards it. I closed the door behind me, and took out my knife, ready to attack.

Syndicate ran in, aiming his gun everywhere, I jumped on his back and stabbed him in the neck.

I covered his mouth so his screams couldn't be heard, but made extra care that I got no blood on me.

I dropped his life's body on the floor, I had managed to get no blood on me, which was surprising.

I nudged the gun with my foot, all the way to the corner of the room. I exited the room I was in and ran away, hoping to hide somewhere else so Cry doesn't suspect me.

What am I turning into?