Micah's POV
It's surprising to be the first to wake up. Even Miles decided it was worth it to sleep.

But it's a great opportunity.

I walk over to Theo, asleep on the ground, shaking like crazy.

I grab his shirt collar and yank him up.

"Rise and shine motherfuckers!" I scream. Before they have time to relax, I plunge a knife into his temple and his body crumples.

Megan screams, and others flinch, all out of fear and disgust.

"You're a sick bastard," Jack mutters, not meeting my eye. I stare him down, waiting for a reaction. There is none.

"Come on guys. Really? You didn't expect that at all? After what you've seen, I thought you would've known better. I'm not Lyle, that pussy ass bitch. Or Eun, wannabe hero, he took the easy way out. Not even Miles, who I bet wants to be me," I glare at everyone.

The remaining seven all seem sheepish.

Except Miles, that son of a bitch. He spits on the top of my shoe. I step up and swipe my foot across Ryan's face.

I turn and walk away, pacing the floor in front of them. I don't have much time.

Seven people. Eight if you include Lyle, but he's home free.

Miles, Ryan, Jack, Megan, Bryanna, Peter, Trent and Jacob.

I stop for a sec, and glance over everyone. Who do I kill, how do I do it?

When my eyes reach the girls, who are sitting together, Megan flinches and Bryanna shifts in front of her.

There's an idea.

"Bryanna, Bryanna, so sweet of you to protect her. And I guess you've succeeded. Cause you're up," I take a few steps forward and lift her.

"No, no, please. You can't take her. Don't do it. Come on, please. Micah, please." Megan sobs, begging.

I ignore it. If I let shit like that get in my way, I'd have nothing.

I kind of hold her against my chest, gently tilting her head to expose her neck. It's suspenseful.

Then I find the spot. "Got it!" I call and twist her head sharply.

There's a crack and she falls, already dead. Once you learn how, you never forget it.

Megan turns away, eyes clenched shut. Jack's eyes are glued onto me, but they still won't meet mine.

"This is getting better and better, Trent, let's go," I pull him up.

He looks sad, but he's not sobbing like other people were. Oh well.

I walk back until we're a good distance apart.

I raise my gun, aim, and fire. Right in the center of the throat. There's a gaping hole. He falls instantly.

Next is Peter, what to do, what to do, I don't know!? Wait, got it.

I walk over and slam the butt of my gun into the back of his head twice. That's all it takes.

"Running out of time!" I walk over to Jacob and shove him over, shooting him in the spine directly after.

He collapses, unable to move, fear in his eyes. Then he's dead and gone.

My head jerks up as I hear it. Sirens. They're here. One more. One more. I NEED ONE MORE.

I throw up my arm and shoot blind. It hits someone, I hear them fall. I walk over and cut their ropes before turning away again, and falling to me knees.

It's gone. They're gone. The voices, they're gone, I'm. I'm free. I'm free. I'M FREE.

I sink to my knees and look around, at the corpses, the blood, at Miles, Megan, and Jack, and at Ryan, bleeding out with his friends struggling.

I was his friend.

What have I done?

I killed them. My friends. I killed my friends, what did I do.

I lift up the gun and open the chamber. One left. Perfect.

John looks over in time to see me close it and raise the gun. Tears are pouring down my face, my body wracked with hiccups and sobs.

He slowly starts to walk over. Miles and Megan don't realize, they're trying to stop the blood seeping from the front of Ryan's shirt. I did that.

"Micah. Put it down. It's okay. We're gonna leave. You'll be helped," His words barely reach my ears.

It's too late. I glance at him, and smile as best I can. "I'm sorry." Is all I can manage to say. Then I look away and pull the trigger.

Miles' POV
"Jack! Go outside and lead the police here, don't just fucking stand there!" I turn and yell

"Miles, I saw him. He, he said he was sorry. He looked so scared. What happened to him?" He stutters out.

Before I answer, he complies, sprinting towards the door. Then I see what he was staring at. Micah, dead on the ground.

I guess he was too crazy for even his own mind to handle.

I turn my attention back to Ryan. Megan is using my shirt to try to staunch the blood flow.

There's not much else we can do until the medics get here. I grip his hand, holding it to my cheek.

A moment later, Jack returns with a paramedic, who puts Ryan on a stretcher and wheels him out. I'm still kneeling there, blood soaking my clothes and arms. I don't even know whose it is.

I turn to Megan and pull her into my chest. We sit there, holding each other. One ambulance taking away my boyfriend. The other, calling the coroner.

Jack comes in and sits next to us. He doesn't hold onto us, but he leans on us. Eyes wide open. He doesn't speak.

Eventually, a third ambulance comes to take the three of us to a hospital. My injuries are the worst.

A broken nose, broken and bruised ribs, and a fractured ankle. The other two are just bruised up a bit.

We've all gone through a lot mentally though.

"We'll be taking your friend Jack into a separate room. He's gone into a mental shock. We'll get back to you soon," A nurse tells me and Megan, before leading him away.

The two of us sit together in a room with two beds. They didn't want to separate us, for good reason.

"I've got a message for the two of you," A different nurse hands me a folded paper before leaving.

"I'm sorry. If you ever need anything, contact me. You'll be able to find me. Lyle," I read it aloud.

I hand it to Megan and she clutches it tightly. It's hers now. She needs it.

A doctor comes in to patch up all my crap. Split for my ankle, bandages for my nose and ribs. This sucks.

"Miles Emulpal? We need you please," A nurse walks in and sets me into a wheelchair. They don't trust me, I guess.

A doctor meets me in the hall and sits in a chair near me.

"We did what we could. The bullet hit his ribcage and shattered. He lost too much blood. I'm sorry." She takes my hand and gives it a sad squeeze.

This can't be happening. I failed him. My best friend, my future husband. The ring is still sitting in a box at home.

Home.

Not anymore. I can't do this without him.

"Sir. We're having you and the lady you can with stay the night. Then you may leave. But the other man will be transferred to Western State for consultation. I'm sorry for your losses," A new voice is speaking now.

She leads me back to mine and Megan's room. Maybe I should sleep.