“I don’t know why, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“You killed someone John! And that’s all you have to say?!”

Johns eyes glimmered with malice and rage.

His cool pale skin and bony body was covered in blood.

“He just- hm… i just- wanted to kill him.” John stammered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife.

“And- your next!” He laughed maniacally.

“John-“

“Don’t John me William! You- you need to die…

In fact… everyone needs to die! I- i will be the last man standing. And after that… I… I can bring my sad life to an end!”

“John take it easy put the knife down.”

“And after that, the world will be empty! Just a sad wasteland! A shell of what it used to be.

The world will know my wrath.”

“John….”

“I said don’t John me!!!” He snapped and tackled William holding him on the ground.

Leaning down into his face he whispered.

“You will wish you were never born.”

He laughed once again.

William feared for his life. “Your insane.”

“Y- you know what? I- I- I think your right!”

He knocked William out.

He woke up tied to a chair with tape over his mouth. Fear gripped his heart as his eyes glided across the room.

“Are you ready?” A voice questioned from behind him followed by a chuckle.

He tried to speak but he couldn’t. He saw John holding a knife walk around him and lean down into his face once again.

“This is going to hurt.” He smiled. He slowly traced his jawline with the blade. He tried to pull away but couldn’t. The ropes bound him tightly.

“You don’t really think you can escape do you? Your not getting out of here alive.” He laughed.

His breathing became heavy and his eyes fearful.

John gripped the knife tightly and pointed the tip of the blade at his leg. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

*then the screaming began.*