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Tom stared at Monica blankly. It was all over; there was nothing left. Her body looked so... empty. And the blood. Thick, red, sticky, and it was everywhere. He lifted his left hand ad looked at it. It was covered in blood, mostly Monica's. His right arm was covered in his own from where she had stabbed him. What was this feeling of pain and emptiness? Why did his chest suddenly feel so heavy?

He still couldn't believe what had happened. He had just killed another human being.

A triumphant cry startled Tom out of his thoughts. He jumped out of the way just in time for Drake to pounce on the body. Tom watched in horror as the body was broken open and something white pulled out. He stepped back once... twice... three times before a voice screamed, RUN! Someone was screaming. Tom turned and threw the kitchen doors open. A voice was screaming in terror. His heart was pounding in his chest as he ran as far away as he could. A voice was- Wait. Wasn't that his voice?

Yes. Yes it was. Tom was screaming like a frightened child. It his screams that echoed around the mansion. He was positive that everyone had heard him. Did that mean Drake would be chasing him now? "Tag, you're dead." The words he had spoken to Monica echoed in his mind. Would he be tagged next? Would the next person he ran into try to kill him? It didn't matter anymore. He was screaming and running, still holding his knife and trying to run away from the source of his terror. He wouldn't be able to run for much longer, though. He was still bleeding heavily and already he was starting to feel lightheaded.