Mike's POV: *a week later*
We finally got Jeremy to calm down. The kids went to stay with Chris for the month incase something happens.
I push Jeremy up against the wall and kiss him. He kisses me back. I feel his hands move and pull away.
"Jeremy?" I ask. "What do you have?"
"Nothing Mike, please, let's just," he says as switches it so I'm against the wall. He finds a way inside my mouth and I moan.

Jeremy's POV:
I find my way into mike's mouth. I'm trying to enjoy every bit of him while I can. I've decided to kill him now when the kids were away. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Why?
I hold up the knife I was holding. My hand was shaking badly but I continued to kiss Mike so he won't notice. I lift the knife to Mike's side, I was about to stab him until I drop the knife and I fall to the floor.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I cry.
"J-Jeremy?!" Mike asks. "Why did you have a knife?!" He steps back.
"I didn't want to, he's making me!" I say. I take the knife and stab it through the wall. "I've failed him and now he'll take both of us."
"Who's him?" Mike asks coming closer.
"My father," I say searching our room. Mike watches me. "I didn't want to kill you Mike," I say grabbing the folder and taking out the paper. "I didn't mean to kill any of them," I hand over the paper. The paper which read:

Mike Schmidt
Male
25 years of age
Family: Annie, Toby
Husband: Jeremy Fitzgerald
Rank: Victim
Killer: Jeremy Fitzgerald
Personality: Rude, loving, protective, mishchivious
Personal Life: Both parents died when he was at age 10. Lived on own since then. Hasn't loved anyone since 16.

"Jeremy?" He drops the papers. "What's this about?"
"Ever since my mother died, not only has my dad been abusing me but he's been making me kill others," I open a drawer and looking in. "I've changed so many names too, my real name is Jeremy but he made me change it for every murder," I hand over the papers.
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Killer: James W.
Killer: Jackal M.
Killer: Kristopher L.
Killer: ?????????
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"There were times when I didn't even know my own name," I say. I sit with my back against the wall.
"Jeremy..." Mike started. He stood up and went into the kitchen. I followed but I stayed in the doorway as he called the cops. I gave him the address.
"No use calling, he'll kill us before they get to him," I said.
"We have to at least try," he says coming up to me and grabbing my hands.
"I didn't want to kill you," I said.
"I understand Jeremy," he puts my hands around his neck and his around my waist. He leaned in and was about to kiss me until we heard a knock.