It was clear at night time when Stephanie came to her room. She suddenly found a letter.

"It's from Matt?" she thought.

The letter said something like this:

Steph, you're not safe! A crazed person is coming to kill you! You NEED to run away from here so he can't get to you! I beg of you! Don't worry about me! I'll be fine! Just...please go. It's for the best! I love you, but you NEED to leave here!

~ Matt

This made Stephanie worried and confused. "Leave? What the hell does Matt mean?!"

But she read the letter again, and realised the kill part of it.

"Someone's gonna kill me?! Oh no! Matt's right! I DO need to leave!"

Stephanie quickly ran to the window to see if anybody was there. There was no one there. But...she didn't see Nathan out there in the darkness. How could she notice him when he was dressed in black?

"Maybe I could have a chance of starting again..." Stephanie wondered.

Stephanie decided she'd leave tomorrow. Holding the letter from her husband to her heart, she turned off her lamp light, put the letter on her desk and went to bed.

She didn't hear her door open. In came a boy with black hair, dark brown eyes and pale skin. Nathan.

"Stephanie." Nathan whispered.

Stephanie wakes up and gasps, startled by Nathan's entrance.

"Hello Miss Stephanie Patrick. Or is it Stephanie Cordato? These things do confuse me..." Nathan said.

Stephanie gasped again. Cordato was her last name before she married Matthew. How did Nathan know her old last name?

"W-Who are you?!" Stephanie cried.

"I'm Nathan Sharp. Just call me Nathan..." Nathan laughed.

"What's going on here????" Stephanie asked.

"Oh its simple. It's a crime scene. And YOU'RE the victim!" Nathan laughed.

Suddenly, he spotted the letter from Matthew on her desk. "Wait..did you have another visitor?" He asked.

"No!" Stephanie cried.

"It wasn't from your husband was it? No..no, Matt's busy isn't he? Always is." Nathan said.

Stephanie was confused. "You know my husband????"

"Of course I do! He and I are..close, Steph." Nathan replied.

Reading the letter, he felt rage inside him. "Well, well, well. Looks like Matthew was trying to warn you about someone." he said.

"No! He didn't! I'm not leaving! Really, Nate! I'm not going anywhere!" Stephanie lied.

Nathan sighed, believing her.

"Of course you aren't. Come here, Stephanie."

Stephanie got off her bed and went towards Nathan, a little scared.

"Do you remember when Matthew said he was going to try save little Ronnie by separating good and evil?" Nathan asked her.

"Y-Yes." Stephanie replied.

"Well...he used them on someone. Me."

"Matthew said he wouldn't do it on anyone!"

"He didn't use it on anyone but himself."

Stephanie grew confused. "Wait. You said he didn't use it on anyone, yet you said he used it I on you and him. Unless.." she thought.

Stephanie screamed in pain as Nathan suddenly had pulled out his knife and stabbed her.

"You guess correctly. I am him. But sadly...YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO TELL ANYONE!" Nathan yelled, pulling the knife out of Stephanie's back. To finish Stephanie once and for all, he slit her throat.

Stephanie fell to the floor, her blood all over the place.

She was dead.

Nathan laughed manically. He suddenly felt his head ache, and he fell to his knees.

Matthew was taking back control.

Nathan's hair turned from black to brown, and his eyes were lightening up.

He was Matthew once again.

When Matthew got up, he saw a puddle of blood, and noticed the knife and blood on his hands.

When he looked up, he saw his wife's dead body on the floor. Matthew covered his mouth with his hands. He felt like he wanted to vomit at the sight of Stephanie's corpse.

"No...no! NO! STEPHANIE!!!!" Matthew cried out, bursting into tears.

He was too late. Stephanie was dead. He lost the love of his life.

"Steph...I'm...so sorry I couldn't protect you."

Matthew looked at the blood upon his hands, as his tears began running down his face.

He looked at Stephanie again.

"I'll never forget you...my love...." he said to her, through countless sobs.