Micah's POV

Tapping away on my computer, I check the time. 2:00. Thirty minutes until it's time to start.

If you're wondering, dear reader, I work in an office space. But we don't do average stuff.

We're a group that creates cool videos about things around the world. Specifically travelling stuff. Like landmarks.

But not for long.

You see, I, Micah Stevall, am insane.

I've known that fact as long as I've known what the word means.

Trust me when I say I've never smiled or laughed. At least, not for real.

My plan. Is that when 2:30 rolls around, I'll bring everyone a drink, depending on what they like.

Except the drinks will have a "special ingredient" in them. Doesn't that sound just lovely?

It's 2:30 now.

I turn off my equipment and walk to the break room/kitchen.

I'm the only one with the 2:30 break. No one will see me. No one but the cameras. But even then, no one checks them, hell, I don't even think they record. It's just live feed.

Fucking idiots. They should've been more careful.

After giving everyone their drinks, I wait. Five minutes later, the last person is unconscious.

I have to be fast and smart. I move everyone to the main room, against the wall.

I tie their wrists and then strap their arms to their torso.

Then it's time to wait again. Considering each person got their amounts based their size, everyone should be waking up at the same time.

Let me tell you the names of everyone in the office.

Lyle. Eun. Jack. Miles. Ryan. Jamie. Megan. Bryanna. Trent. Jacob. Eric. Ezra. Macy. Peter. Theo. Morticia. And Emma.

Just to clear your mind a little.

"Micah, what the fuck is going on?" Lyle asks, twisting around.

Everyone is awake, confused, and tired. "We're gonna have some fun together, aren't we?" I sit crisscross in front of them.

"That doesn't answer his question," Macy butts in, looking me square in the eye.

I stand, walk over, and bitch slap her. Her head snaps to the side.

"Don't speak unless you're spoken to, bitch! That goes for all of you," I yell, slamming my fist into the wall.

I regain composure and look at my captives. "You're all going to die. Isn't that lovely? I'm going to kill you all," I mumble, smiling and pacing the room.

"Eeny, meany, meiny, mo, catch an Emma by her toe!" I grab her shoulder and yank, pulling her to the ground before dragging her to the middle of the room.

Theo screams, "Get your filthy fucking hands off of her! I'll kill you, you sonuvabitch!"

"Now, now, calm down. I mean, you're going to join her soon enough, why freak out about it?" I taunt him, pulling Emma to her knees. I cut her ropes. It'll make this easier.

I walk in circles around her, pretending to think.

But I know what to do

I plunge the knife into her gut and twist. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream and she breathes heavily.

I take the knife out, and blood splats on the floor and over Theo and Bryanna.

"Emma, god, Emma. No, please, baby," Theo is sobbing and struggling to reach her.

She holds the wound with one hand and reaches out with the other, "It's okay. I swear, it's okay." Blood dribbles from her mouth and flows from the hole in her stomach.

Her eyes roll in the back of her head and she falls over.

I drag her body to the corner of a room and drape a sheet over it.

"Who's next?" I smirk at the people on the wall. Miles has no emotion on his face. Others are sobbing.

"Let me see, who is next?" I tap my finger against my chin and walk from side to side. I stop suddenly and look to the side.

I'm standing in front of Eric. I smile and pull him to the center of the room.

His knees slip on the blood and he almost falls.

I gently run my knife down his cheek, "I'm very sorry it ended this way."

I grip the knife and swipe it across his throat, fast and easy. Blood sprays out in front of him, soaking my shoes and splattering on Trent and Jack. Morticia cringes and turns her head away.

Gurgling and choking on the blood, he collapses.

Ryan screams, Megan vomits, Miles glares at me, and the rest are too busy crying. Oh wait, Eun appears to be helping Lyle through a panic attack.

"I'm having so much fun! How about you guys?" I flash my cheeriest smile.

They ignore me.

"My dearest Macy. You spoke out of line earlier. So how about we make sure that doesn't happen again?" She hangs her head as I pull her to the center.

Miles is the still not crying. I smile at him. He shoots one back before snarling. I turn and kick him square in the chest. He falls, gasping for breath.

"Fuck this," I pull my pistol out of my holster and fire, the bullet going right into her forehead.

Another scream, more sobbing.

"I have a great idea! One of you will get to pick who's next! But who will have that power?" I look at everyone.

"Eun, you look bored. You get to pick," I kneel in front of him.

"Sure. Untie me first," He looks me square in the eye.

He's tall and could beat me in a fight, but I have a gun. So why not?

I comply and he stands next to me, looking at all the people.

Then he grabs me, hard, and shoves his face next to my ear.

"Listen up you bastard. You're gonna kill me. Yeah, I choose myself, whatever. But you will let Lyle go, with the bodies, or I will raise myself from the dead and kill you myself," He whispers, sharply.

I like his attitude. So I nod.

I take my gun and point it at each and every person. I hold it a little longer on Lyle.

Then I shot Eun in the thigh. Directly in his femoral.

He shouts and falls over. I undo Lyle's chains and he crawls over to Eun, pressing his hands against the wound.

I lean down. "If you can save him, you both get to leave," I whisper.

His eyes widen and Eun shakes his head. "Lyle, you can't-"

"Shut up! I can do this, let me do this," He sobs.

Eun gently moves Lyle's hands and holds them. He then presses his face in Lyle's neck, and whispers something.

Lyle nods, says something in reply, and lays Eun on the floor. A moment later, he's dead.

Boohoo, what a sob story.

"Alright, you can go," I say, waving my hand.

"It was part of the deal, just fucking leave. And we'll be gone before the police get here." He slaps me, hard. I clench my jaw and turn away.

I hear loud footsteps behind me and turn just in time to deflect the knife Lyle picked up.

I knock it out of his hand. "I SAID FUCKING GO. DON'T MAKE ME BREAK MY PROMISE," I scream.

He walks away.

Ryan is shaking, Miles is still coughing, Megan stares at the bodies in disbelief, and the others are crying, heads hung.

I look at them all and smile.

"Who's ready for a part two?"