*Allary*

Allary and Michael walked back up the hallway.

"Madison's just a dumbass bitch, okay? You're not worthless, or a piece of shit." Michael stated.

"Thank you. But nothing she says could ever hurt me." Allary said, laughing without humor.

"Good."

"So, where do you think Travis could-"

Michael cut off as an open door came into view. There were blood streaks leading inside. The cat strode out and continued on its way down the hall in the opposite direction. Michael and Allary didn't dare to move until it vanished from sight. They rushed into the room, careful to close the door behind them. Michael took a step forward and slipped in something. He fell onto the ground with a yelp, and Allary offered him a hand. She helped him up, and he thanked her. 

Allary turned on her flashlight and shone it around the room. The trail of blood lead to under a desk. Allary and Michael approached the desk, careful not to touch the blood, Michael leading the way. Allary's hip collided painfully with a corner of another desk, and she cried out, stumbling forward into Michael, who barely managed to keep both of them upright.

"You good?" He asked, turning to face his friend.

Allary nodded. They reached the desk. Allary shone the light underneath it, and then Travis leapt out from under it, blood pouring from what looked like huge claw marks on his forehead. Michael fell and banged his head on a desk as he fell. He laid unconscious on the floor, and Travis simply stepped over him and lunged for Allary. She scrambled backwards until she hit a desk, and then she turned and darted around it, running for the door. Travis caught up to her quickly, shoving her against a wall and wrapping his hands around her neck. He began to squeeze, slowly choking the life out of her. Allary desperately clawed at his hands, trying to free herself.

"They want us dead. They want us all dead. But they only need one to die to keep them occupied. If someone's gonna die-" Travis cut off with an insane-sounding laugh, "Then it might as well be you. Michael doesn't fucking deserve you."

The boy squeezed harder. Allary tried to make some sort of sound, but couldn't. Her vision began to go dark. She thought she'd glimpsed movement behind him, and weakly reached out a hand and pointed. Much to Allary's dismay, Travis didn't react, or simply didn't notice, and her vision finally went black.