Lyle's Pov
As I wrap the bodies in the sheets, I hear a door slam and screeching tires.

He took them. That twisted son of a bitch took my friends. I couldn't save them. It's my fault. I let him into my life, and gave him a job. I trusted him.

Eun's sheet slipped a bit while I was wrapping the others. He looks peaceful. Asleep.

I've seen that sweet, sleeping face so many times. This is the last time.

I walk outside and see a woman walking.

"Ma'am? Can I use your phone please?" I call out. She turns and double takes when she sees the blood, but hands it over anyway.

I dial 911 and tell them what happened. "I'm Alyssa. Are you alright?" She lays a hand on my shoulder.

Three police cars pull into the lot. Two officers rush into the building. The other 4 pull guns on me.

Elise backs away, and I drop to my knees, hands up.

"Lyle, listen up! We're taking you in for questioning. Cooperate with us here," A man yells.

A female cop holsters her gun and runs behind me, cuffing my arms behind my back.

An ambulance shows up then and the two cops that were inside walk out.

One looks fine, but their partner looks pale. "Is he okay?" I ask that woman behind me. She looks at the pair.

"He's a rookie. Must've been some fucked up shit in there," She replies, and pulls me off the ground.

The EMTs start to carry the bodies out of the office. The sheets are bloody and I can't help the tears.

And then I see Eun's. I'd know his figure anywhere.

I start to cry harder as I stare in his direction. I can't look away. I don't want to.

Micah's Pov
I've been driving for hours, but I'm gonna keep going until there's no more gas.

Everyone has fallen asleep, although many still are crying and some continue to twitch.

Well, everyone except Bryanna and Miles, that son of a bitch. They're whispering back and forth.

Miles notices me looking in the rearview and stares, hard. I look at Ryan and smile. Miles immediately turns away.

There's nothing like threatening to kill someone's boyfriend to shut them up.

I got charm fo dayz.

We pass by an old warehouse, but it's small, and there's no way to tell if it's abandoned. I'm not gonna risk it.

This is a secluded area. I slam on the brakes, and everyone falls, jolting from sleep.

They scream and try to prevent their falls. It's hilarious.

It's hard to hold back the laughter that bubbles up in my chest, but I do. Don't wanna show any weakness.

Eventually, I spot something. A large, empty, rusty building. It appears to have been a factory. It's perfect.

I pull up to it, and everyone looks around. Some are scared. Others look numb. Miles looks pissed, but refuses to make eye contact.

One by one, I take everyone into the main room of the building. It's a large, and there's not much left. A few rusty chains, some scrap metal, one furnace, and a hook hanging from the ceiling.

That's gonna come to good use.

"Ya know what? All of the deaths so far have been pretty quick. That's a shame. A damn shame. I'll have to change that," I smile at them.

Red faces, tear tracks, and heavy breathing are what I face.

Except Miles. He's really starting to piss me off.

I stare at him and Ryan bites his lip, holding back even more tears.

Then I shake my head and keep looking. I can't take him out yet. Not yet. Not yet.

"Ezra." I speak without realizing. I guess my other voice decided for me.

He shudders, most likely thinking of his wife and son. Oh well. So sad.

I guess now would be a good time to use the hook. It's too dull to hang anyone directly from.

I toss one of the old chains over it, and then hook Ezra's rope to that one. It's a great contraption.

Him uncomfortably hanging from his arms, feet only about two inches off the ground.

I circle the body, trying to think about what I can do. There's so many possibilities.

"Miles, what do you think?" I ask over my shoulder, not bothering to turn.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" He growls, and I can feel his anger from here.

"You're not crying. You're barely upset. So I'm gonna assume you enjoy this. And I'd like to know what you think." I finally turn.

He looks pissed. Perfect.

"I think you should shove that gun up your ass and pull the fucking trigger," He shouts, face red.

I frown. That's not what I wanted.

I briskly walk over and deliver a nice kick to his face.

His head snaps back, blood gushing from his broken nose, and then he falls.

"Miles, oh my god," Ryan lifts his head the best he can with his legs. Peter moves closer to help.

I almost giggle at the sight. Two pathetic assholes trying to stop their friend from choking on his blood.

I should return to Ezra.

Oh well. Guess we'll go with the simple route. I take out a small, but sharp knife and cut long streaks down his arms.

"A man his size should have about 1.5 gallons of blood in his body. .53 gallons need to be taken for him to die. I'd say maybe three hours?" I do some simple math in my head.

Then I shrug and sit against the wall.

Ezra struggles to move and tries to loosen the pressure. But instead it flays his arms open even further.

Absolutely beautiful.

Someone gags, and most of them try to look away.

I lean against the wall. My mind has been mostly silent since I started doing this.

"You're an idiot. Why couldn't you at least pretend to be normal!?"

Ah, there it is.

"I didn't want to do that anymore. Maybe this wasn't a good choice, but who gives a fuck anymore," I mumble to myself, eyes still shut.

"Let the boy have his fun. It's not gonna last much longer anyway."

"This is ridiculous. Why couldn't you just shut up? Jesus fuck."

"CAN YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" I scream out loud, bolting off the wall, eyes snapping open.

Everyone stares at me, shocked.

Heavily breathing, I turn away to look at Ezra. He's passed out and probably very close to death.

Whatever. I don't care. I don't care.

This is getting ridiculous.

Miles still has no emotion on his face. He looks bored, and everyone else looks sad or upset.

That's really starting to piss me off.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I walk over to peer down at him.

Fire in his eyes, he glances up at me.

"Why don't you take a look in the goddamn mirror and ASK THAT QUESTION AGAIN?" He screams up at me.

I already broke the bastard's nose. So I settle for socking him in the jaw.

"Not what I meant, asshole. This whole time, you have barely seemed sad or emotional at all. Other than mad, but that's just aimed at me at random times. You like this, don't you? I'm doing what you've always wanted to do." I smirk, and he freezes, panic on his face.

"Don't you dare accuse me of something like that! You're fucking disgusting, Micah! These people are being psychologically tortured by you, I'm not gonna throw my emotions on top of theirs," He shouts up at me, struggling to get out of his restraints.

"Pfft. Okay. Whatever. Either way, Ezra's dead. So who is next?" I tap my chin, pretending to think.

"How about Jamie? Yeah, that'll be fun," I pull him forward by his shoulders.

"I wanted to use this on someone else, but why the hell not!" I cheer, and raise his shirt.

I grab the largest knife I have and do a quick, but deep, swipe across his stomach.

Horror crosses his features and he shudders, watching his guts fall to the ground in front of him.

Then he collapses on top of them.

Screams echo. Whose are they? I'm not sure. But it's a satisfying sound.

"Oh, what a mess. Guess we'll just have to avoid this spot," I step away from it, wiping the blood from the knife on my shirt.

"You're fucking sick," Jack shudders, looking away from me, eyes tightly clamped together.

"Nah, I feel fine," I shrug, and walk around, looking at each person left. Fools. Let their guard down.

Ryan's face is scrunched up in disgust. Others are looking away, some crying.

"Let's do one more today, does that sound fun? I think it does." I've killed mostly guys today. Let's do another girl.

"Morticia, your time has come," I pull her to the front, where she kneels in her friends' blood.

I head outside and noticed that the white van sticks out in the dark of the night.

I drive it around to the back, and cover two of the sides in mud.

Good enough for now.

I look in the front seat and find what I'm looking for. A baseball bat.

As I walk back inside, no one is paying attention. They're all looking anywhere but at Morticia.

Perfect!

I sneak up behind her and slam the bat into the side of her head.

A disgusting sound echos and then she screams. I hit her a few more times.

Now she's not screaming.

Everyone tries to move backwards enough to get away from the blood. It reeks of iron in here.

"Surprising, huh? Oh well. It was lots of fun to do, and probably lots of fun to see," I glance at everyone, eyes lingering on Miles.

"At least fun for some of us." I smile and walk over to the wall, leaning up on it.

"Sleep well guys," I call out. No one replies. Good.