Two Guys. One Serial Killer. He walked towards me, a razor in his hand and a crazy look in his eyes. I wasn't able to run, I wasn't even able to move. He lifted up my arm, and started slashing it over and over again. "I thought you loved me," he said, crying, still slashing my arm. "No. Stop," I cried, watching the blood pour out of my arm. "Now I'm going to dump you into the bathroom with him," He smirked, his grin growing wide and wide, until it circled completely around his head. *Not a ship* #AutumnAurasContest