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His hostage spoke up then, pleading quietly. Fear reduced her voice to a whine. Devan's eyes narrowed and he glanced to the blue-haired girl in his grip. The intruders purpose may not have been to rob him, but they took his weapons nonetheless. So they were kids... just perhaps not so stupid. But no amount of cleverness was going to get them out of here alive, between him and his apparent ghostly partners-in-crime.

Speaking of whom, with Matt out of the spirit's hold the boy dashed out of the room to join them in the hall. But he slowed upon taking in the situation Devan had created. He, too, tried to negotiate. But Devan didn't care about their intentions. They walked into this hospital and stepped right onto a silver platter, regardless of if they touched his things or planned on harming him.
"We're just looking for our friend," Matt continued. His concerned gaze was torn between Tia and her captor. "Let her go."
A cheshire grin played across Devan's lips, his teeth shining eerily in the darkness, at the mention of their friend. He envisioned the blonde upstairs pinned to the wall, and briefly he glanced to the trail of blood on the floor that had probably originated from the body.

"Cat." A female voice stated absently. Devan glanced back to notice a small blue-eyed girl a little ways behind him, closer to the stairs. She must have been following Tia.
"What?" The redheaded girl finally spoke up, calling back in answer to her name. Her voice cracked with anxiety - or perhaps from lack of use, considering she hadn't said a word in some time. Devan turned to look at Kat... just in time to see what the blue-eyed girl was really talking about.
"No," continued the small girl by the stairs. "I mean, a cat," she said softly, pointing across the room behind the redhead. Devan's gaze had already zeroed in on a brown feline striding silently across the hall. It had stopped to stare at the scene of teenagers, and now it made eye contact with Devan.

Devan's grip reflexively tensed on his hostage - but less in a threatening gesture and more as if he felt the need to cling to her for safety. His smile had dropped into a frown and his brows knitted. Devan's chest started to heave, his heavy breathing less from fatigue and more from a growing sense of panic. His dark eyes flitted anxiously between the intruders and the cat for a moment, a few seconds consumed by a silent, building tension.
His nervousness got the better of him, and suddenly the wild-haired youth shoved Tia forward with enough force to send her to the floor before turning sharply around and booking it for the stairs. The blue-eyed girl, however, stood unwittingly in his way. Devan rushed right into her, driving his knife upward into her chest without thinking about it. It was meant to be a quick kill, but he did not dash off as anticipated, eyes glued to the fatal wound he had created as blood began pouring out of it. He looked to be in a trance when the girl crumpled to the floor, though he maintained his grip on his knife so that when she fell the blade came out. He was left staring fixedly at the girl while the life left her eyes, focused on the blood now flooding her body.

After all this time being frozen in shock, Kat finally seized the moment. She raced forward past Matt and Tia to shove her shoulder into Devan's back. He stumbled forward but, torn from his trance, whipped around to stab at his redheaded adversary. Kat managed to move out of the way, but her arm was cut badly, making her drop her camera. Between the slash to her arm and the terrible sound of her camera hitting the floor, Kat was too distracted to avoid Devan's second assault, and in a flash followed the blue-eyed girl to the floor after Devan drove his knife into her collar.

Next Devan looked up with no further thought to the bodies at his feet, eyeing the cat down the hall. The feline's brown fur bristled to stand on end as if unnerved by the sudden double murder. With a last glance to his two remaining opponents, Devan finally scurried up the stairs to the third floor, ducking into what had been a kitchen. It was a longer room, so even if the two downstairs managed to guess right and follow him in here, it would give him ample space to fight in. But he wasn't worried - upon reaching the third floor, they were sure to first sight their friend Taylor on display at the end of the hall. That would buy him some time to find a back-up weapon or two in the kitchen...