Third Person POV
The night Lyle died, one man was still left awake.

Jack Williams lived through Hell. He escaped it, but it never escaped him.

He fell asleep that night, sitting in the corner, jacket holding his arms to his body. It reminded him of Micah. That was comforting.

He never knew it, but the two of them had a strong bond. Jack felt Micah's pain. Saw the fear in his eyes before he killed himself.

That night, he fell asleep, haunted by dreams of those who had died.

He saw each and every one of his friends.

Emma, arms outstretched, mouthing the same two words over and over. "It's okay."

Eric, throat sliced open. His mouth and eyes moved violently, but there was no noise.

Macy, a hole in the same place on either side of her head, face contorted into one of horror.

Eun, sitting on the ground, leg covered in blood, but, unlike everyone else, he looked at peace.

Ezra, floating above the ground from an invisible wire, arms flayed for everyone to see, head rolled back.

Jamie, holding his own guts, a trail of blood following him as he stumbled around, shaking his head.

Morticia, holding a bloody baseball bat, her face and head unrecognized. She let the bat sway from side to side.

Theo, a knife sticking out of the side of his head, looking confused and bleary eyed.

Bryanna, head at an unnatural angle, running around for her lost love, arms waving in hopes of finding the one she longed to hold.

Trent, a hole in his throat, sitting on the ground, struggling to even breathe again.

Peter, clutching the back of his head, stumbling around, blood staining his hands and hair.

Jordan, large hole in his torso, lying on the ground, completely unable to move anything except his eyes.

Ryan, blood seeping through the front of his shirt, looking around, tears in his eyes.

And Micah.

But the strange thing was. Micah seemed to see him too. The killer walked over to the man who was once his best friend.

And he hugged him.

Then he walked away again, gun still in hand.

Those people faded away again, right before his eyes. He saw them die once, now they're leaving again.

But it's not over.

As he turned, he saw someone running, carrying a person on each shoulder.

When the person got close enough to Jack, he dropped them, but kept walking.

It was Miles, with red, baggy eyes, dirty, singed clothes, and burns on his body.

Smoke was still coming off of him.

He took two more steps before falling over.

"I saved them. But I couldn't save my love. I'm going to see him again." He heard Miles' voice, but it wasn't coming from the body before him.

Then he saw a tree. It was old and dead, with scraggly branches.

A girl was sitting at the base, back against the trunk, eyes closed. Still in pajamas.

He walked a little closer. He knows who this is.

It was Megan, eyes closed tightly, light tear flowing down her cheeks.

"I can't pretend anymore," She whispered in his ear. Once again, the voice had not come from the person.

She stood and climbed the tree, sitting on a high thick branch.

She tied something to it. And put that around her throat.

He turned away at the exact time she jumped. He couldn't bear to watch this.

The rope was creaking. Then the whole thing faded.

Jack expected to see someone else. But instead, he saw a laptop, open, with a video pulled up.

He sat in front of it and pressed play. It was Lyle, speaking. He couldn't hear anything though.

As the video continued, the video got hazy, with glitching and grainy footage. Eventually the video stopped.

After a few moments of waiting, Lyle spoke again, this time, eyes scratched out, the footage almost completely covered in glitching.

"Goodbye."

Then the laptop shut down.

He heard a clatter behind him. Jack turned to the noise and saw Lyle on the ground, a peaceful smile on his face.

Next to him was a spilled bottle of pills.

Then, that all faded too.

Jack was left alone with his own thoughts.

He woke up.

And screamed.

Micah Stevall killed everyone who loved him.

The ones who survived his fist, didn't survive his torture.

One of the remaining four died of suicide. She hung herself. Even though her life had been supposedly fine. The suicide note was short.

"I couldn't handle it anymore. I'm going to find him."

The second of the remaining four also died of suicide. But he overdosed after he lost everything he ever loved. There was no note. Just a goodbye video.

The third one who had made it out alive, was killed in a fire at his apartment. He was plagued constantly with nightmares and flashbacks. He drank them away.

But then when he died, he was a hero. A broken man redeeming himself.

The last one is still alive. Living in a mental hospital, with no friends, no family, and no visitors.

He screams. And screams. And screams.

Congratulations, Micah. You've won.