_~Avery~_

Blood scattered across my clothes as I continued to hit at the creature. It screamed repeatedly, its horrible screeches making my body shake. How dare it scream like it deserves a chance to live?

It doesn’t.

I continue to beat it do death. I punched it over and over again before grabbing the knife off the counter. I should have done this earlier. Anya would never see it coming.

Oh, precious precious Anya. She messed with me for the last time. I smiled as I stabbed the knife into the monster’s chest. Servant to Anya. Her death with lead to more blood. All blood leads to more blood.

It’s a circle. A bloody circle.

_~Anya~_

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I_ _grasped as I opened my eyes. Where was I? How was I here?

The room was dark and shadowy. Was I in a warehouse? I looked down and saw the blood soaking me. There was blood every way. Whose blood?

I saw her face.

“Taylor!” I screamed and rushed over to her. She was bleeding and there was a knife coming out of her chest. Her face was beaten in and almost unrecognizable.

“W-why?” She whispered.

“I’m going to save you. I promise! Who did this to you?” I begged, placing a hand over the wound. With my other hand, I held onto her hand tightly. I wasn’t ever letting her go.

She stared up at me, her eyes angry and pained. “You.”