I stared at Vincent, who I could see though the eye holes of the mask. His eyes were milky white again. I also saw his creepy grin, barely through the mask. I watched him slowly move his knife over his head, getting ready to stab me.

"No..." I mumbled. Vincent chuckled,

"Yes! This is what you get Amber for stealing my Emily!" He yelled as he stabbed square in the chest. I screamed so loudly that I thought the whole neighborhood could hear me. Vincent covered my mouth with the suit's big furry paw and he continued to stab me. After the fifth stab, I started to cough up blood and throw up.

"Oh will you shut it!" Vincent snarled, "This is my fun! Amber must suffer what I suffered!" He yelled while stabbing me again.

I couldn't feel anything; my legs, my arms, my chest, nothing. Just all pain, all around. I tried to think who Amber was.

It didn't take long for me to remember that Amber was my own mother and, that she was the one who broke up with Vincent. I tried to speak with Vincent but his furry paw muffled my voice. He noticed that I was trying to say something,

"What? I bet you're going to say something really cliché, like, you wouldn't get away with or something like that." Vincent said with his big grin.

He stabbed me a few more time, each felt more painful than the last, Vincent stopped for a moment,

"Alright, this is getting kind of boring." Vincent said while stabbing his knife in my chest and not removing it, "Say, how's about I cut you open and destroy your insides." He lifted his hand off of my mouth as I spaded out more blood.

I tried to open my eyes but, everything looked so blurry. I could barely make out one of the blurs to be Vincent,

"Ooooh! This will be fun! And you'll be watching too." He said while removing his knife. He slowly lifted it above his hand, before stabbing me in my stomach. He started to rip through my skin, soon reviling my innards.

He started to stab and rip and destroy my inside before stopping to take off his mask to whip the sweat on his face. He smiled wide at me,

"Wow. Didn't expect to be this much work. You're really fighting through."

I tried to say something.

I tried to yell.

I tried to scream.

I tried to call for help...

But no one came.

I continued screaming every time he stabbed me. My screams became less. My voice started to drift.

I was dying...

I didn't want to die but Puppet said my fate was sealed a long time ago. I tried to open my eyes again. I barley was able but I was greeted with Vincent, holding his knife over his head again,

"Strange how I could think of my ex-wife while doing this. Oh well, joys of being a psychopath." Vincent said with his grin. He was about to stab me again when a voice called out,

"... Stop you evil man...!" The voice sounded familiar. It wasn't like I could hear anything due to all of the ringing in my ears. Vincent got up and, turned around to see who or whom it was. For a minute I couldn't see who it was but then, I knew who it was.

Puppet...

Somehow, I was able to hear what Vincent and puppet were saying.

"Well well well, if isn't the kid who I killed first." Vincent said to the ghost, "And I thought you were 'dead'." Vincent chuckled at his own joke. The ghost rolled its eyes while staring at him disgustingly. It started to focus on me,

"... Emily..." It mumbled, "... How could you just do this to your own daughter, Vincent...!" The ghost yelled. Vincent rolled his eyes,

"So what if I am doing this to your best friend. It's not like she remembers you." He said. I got very mad and tried to focus all of my remaining energy,

"P-pup-pet..." I could barely say, "Save your... self..." I stopped trying and laid myself down again.

"...See...! She does still remember me..." The ghost stated. Vincent started to grin,

"Well, not for long." He walked up to me and took his knife out again, "I had my fun, time to finish it." He raised his knife in the air again, getting ready for the final stab. Puppet covered his mouth and disappeared,

"... I'm sorry Emily... I did all I could..." I braced myself for the stab but somehow, I had a spark of energy,

"V-Vincent..." I whispered, "You will not win. I'll come back..." He then stabbed me for the final time but I didn't brother screaming. With my finally breath, I finished my last night with these words,

"I always do..."