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.

"Aw... Is the little baby scared?" Vincent said, in almost a concerned voice, "Well too bad! 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? Is the little baby trying to say her first words? Well, after I'm done, you won't able to say anything." Vincent said with his big grin.

He stab 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 you tell me some of your new likes and dislikes. Since no one else would hear, you might as well tell them now." 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, "Tick tock, tick tock. I don't have all night." He said. I tried to focus my energy to speck but I said was grunting and gasping, "Oh well. I guess they aren't as different as before." He said while stabbing me again.

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 sab 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 could hear. Very strange but, it actual explain a lot, "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 finally stab. Puppet covered his mouth and disappeared, "... I'm sorry Emily..." 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..."