"Please," I whimpered. "Please stop."

"All you have to do it tell me the names." she replied, tearing off a strip of cloth from my shirt.

I made eye contact. Whatever she saw in my eyes pleased her. I silently shook my head.

"Fine." She muttered, tying the cloth around my head in a gag.

I tried pushing away, squirming with all my weight. She hadn't gagged me before. This was going to be bad.

"Stop moving Mark." She commanded, but I didn't listen.

"As soon as you let me leave." My voice came muffled through the cloth.

"I would admire you Mark. If you weren't such a little ass." She snarled, fliping out a switchblade.

I flinched away from it as it hovered closer to me. I saw the muscles in her hand tense and I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing.

I felt cold metal cut into my stomach, just deep enough to hurt. My body pulsed in pain, back arched, but I kept silent. I regretted making her mad earlier.

Agony kept pulling through my stomach and I grit my teeth together to try and distract my self. It didn't work.

I knew I could only take so much - Julie knew it too. That's why she wasn't cutting deep. So I didn't die yet, which was perfectly fine with me. I only had to wait a little longer before I could drop my bomb.

Suddenly the cutting stopped. I could still feel the distant stinging, but at least it wasn't spreading. Julie dropped the knife and sat next to me on the wall. I didn't make a move for it. No doubt she had four more up her sleeves.

Her hands reached towards my face and I ached to jerk away. Gently, she unwound the gag from my mouth, pulling it away. Tiny specks of red dotted the white. I must have been biting my tongue.

"You know Mark," She said absent mindedly, lacing her red hands together. I closed my eyes. That was my blood in her filthy hands. "We aren't different. At all actually." She laughed.

"How so?" I sighed, not really wanting the answer. Like I wanted to be compared to a sadistic maniac.

"We know what the rest of the world doesn't. We've killed people Mark. Taken their lives and not felt bad about it. Well at least I haven't." She laughed again and I closed my eyes, feeling nauseous.

The laughter cut off abrubtly.

"Louis told me about what happened to you."

My body went rigid. There's no way she could know. Louis wouldn't have. Tears leaked from my face. She couldn't know. She didn't know.

"Are you crying? Am I finally seeing Mark Henderson cry? So it was really that bad?"

"You don't know what you're talking about. He didn't tell you anything." I whispered horsely.

"Yes he did." Another knife suddenly appeared in her hand with ease. She had obviously practiced a million times.

The tip played over my ear. I gulped. I actually felt scared. What if my plan didn't work? What if Julie actually knew about what happened?

"Do you think she regrets what she did Mark?" Julie said. Her voice was low and the closest to empathetic I'd ever heard it go. Tears stung my eyes as they twitched. I wanted to wipe them away, but my hands were bound. There was nothing I could do but let the familiar sense of being overwhelmed by past events engulf me.

I shook my head, needing her to stop. I would have wrapped my arms around her throat and killed her, right then. She'd beat me. All I ever had to do was point and shoot a gun. Julie? She had probably spent time at a gym, working out to bring as much pain as possible to her victims.

I dry heaved. My stomach was tossing. I wanted to be back at home in bed, balled up under the covers. I kept gagging a wheezing, completely unnerved.

"Answer me," She chirped, smiling lethaly. The knife bit into the flesh of my ear. "Answer me Mark."

"No. Of course she doesn't regret it." I spat bitterly, still breathing with momentary gags.

"That's right Mark. She didn't. That's because she had too much fun with you to feel guilty." The knife slid down my ear, not cutting completely through. I hardly even noticed. I couldn't stop crying.

"You're full of it." I cried, trying pull away from her blade. Her arm looped around my neck, holding my still.  Her seemingly icy touch sent shivers down my spine.

She smirked, pressing a finger where she had just cut. "So. Was. She."

I screamed. Not from the intense wave of pressure on my ear. From the memory of the worst night of my life. I twisted my head as if I was trying to shake it loose, let it drop on the floor, forgotten.

"I bet you remember every single detail, don't you Mark?" I heard an odd sound in her voice. Something I hadn't recognized from her. "Every damn movement." She hissed and the sound disappeared. I kept trying to move away, as if that would solve any problems.

"I heard you were walking home from the bus stop..." She continued.

"Stop," And she did. She froze, anticipating my next words. I did too and I knew what I was going to say. I was okay with giving up. As long as she didn't keep talking.

"The names Mark." She urged after a moment.

"Jefferson Couslat. Connor Jackson. Opal Ruise. Lizzy Franklin. Kyle Prestin. Peter Fale. That's all." My voice cracked.

"See, I knew you'd crack. I knew you'd fail." She laughed coldly, pausing to murmur the names to herself.

She paused, knife still lingering a little too close. "Now all you have to do is beg."

I finally slid sideways. This time Julie let me. Her hand pulled away as she stood. She kicked me in the ribs and the air in my lungs deserted me.

"You... of all people." I choked out after wheezing.

"What do you mean, me of all people?" Her face darkened.

"You'd get it Julie. I'm not an idiot. You have it too." I felt air flood my lungs and I inhaled the coppery scent of my own blood happily. At least I could breath again.

She stayed very quiet.

"You were right. We are both murderers. And we're both murders for a reason." I flinched as Julie stepped closer.

"So what, we're both screwed up?" She snarled, kicking me again. This time her foot hit my shoulder.

I shrugged, feeling myself slipping. It didn't bother me, I'd simply tell her when I woke up. I'd win. I'd win when I woke up.

Oohhh what tramatizing event did both of our murderers live through? I mean, it was pretty obvious that something happened, people don't decide to kill other humans for no reason. You'll learn about both next chapter. Although I think its obvious what happened sith Mark. Stock up on tissues!